#tiny baby herb garden

[moonlightazriel]

What matters most /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: "i’m not sure if you taking requests but I was wondering if you could write something for Az where he has a whole mate and child/family and the IC doesn’t know bc he was to scared for people to know and therefore putting his little family in danger 😭 kinda just an angsty fluffy fic 🫶🏻"

Warnings: Mentions of injury, angst and fluff

Word Count: 2,4K

Notes: This request was so fun, i love this fic very much. Thanks again for the request anon ❤️❤️

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Tired eyes roam around, wings almost touching the ground, Azriel’s focus on the other side of Velaris as Rhysand kept talking about the same problems in the Hewn City. He really tried, but the tugs in his chest urged him home. To her.

“We need to go there next week.” Rhysand looked around, his eyes landing on the clearly distracted Shadowsinger. “Everyone must go.” He emphasised, making Azriel internally groan in annoyance. 

He wanted to ask for some time off, take his mate and their daughter on a vacation, enjoy their presence and just be with them for as long as he could. Rhys dismissed the meeting and he immediately jumped out of his seat. He wanted to be with her, hold her in his arms and tell her how much he missed her. A month away from his mate and their family was always hard, crushing his spirit and draining his energy until he was by her side again. 

Without a proper goodbye and completely ignoring Feyre’s invitation to stay for dinner, Azriel fled, his wings carrying him with the wind. The house on the outskirts of Velaris irradiated life. The faelights surrounding the garden welcomed him home, he happily sighed, pushing the door open and sniffling the air, chicken and herbs filled his senses, a tint of strawberry mixed with chocolate chips. 

He smiled as the strawberry scent grew stronger, and a pair of arms wrapped itself on his left leg. He looked down, the toddler, 3 years older than Nyx, moved herself around, the tiny wings slowly whooshing in the air as he scooped her up. 

“Mommy! DADDY’S HOME.” Little Selene screamed, and he kissed her cheek.

“How are you, baby? Did you take care of mommy for me?” The little girl nodded excitedly. 

“I did, and mommy took good care of me too.” Her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed his face, loudly smacking her lips against his skin. 

“I don’t deserve a kiss too?” His beautiful mate appeared in front of him, some hair strands falling from the bun she always wore while she cooked, a dirty apron covered her front and she held a wooden spoon, Azriel never saw a much more beautiful sight in his entire life.

Placing Selene on the floor, he pulled her by the waist, his lips delicately brushing against her warm ones. Bliss was the only word close enough to describe the feeling of being in her embrace, being near them, his two girls, the two people he loved the most in this world.  

“How was the mission?” She asked, grabbing his hand and leading the way towards their bedroom. Azriel could see the candles illuminating the bathroom, and the bathtub filled to the brim with water and foam, his favourite soap filled his nostrils. She always had a bath ready for him, a pair of fresh clothes and a warm meal whenever he got home from a mission, he could stay two days away or two years, he would always get home to that. 

“Incredibly annoying, I couldn't wait to be done and come home.” He discarded his clothes, her hungry gaze watched his every move, he could hear her swallowing hard at his naked figure. He submerged in the hot water, his muscles relaxing right away, she sat by the tub, a cloth in hand and started to rub his back.

“And I couldn't wait to have you back home.” She rubbed a particularly hard spot on his neck that had him moaning in relief. He rested his head against her thigh, her long fingers stroked in between his hair, massaging his scalp. “Lene has a surprise for you.” She warned and he looked at her.

“What is it?” His wife giggled, and raised an eyebrow, which always indicated that she would keep quiet. He smiled at her, stealing the cloth from her hands and rubbing himself. “Then I'd better hurry up.” She nodded, getting up and heading out of the room. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

“As we trained, baby.” Y/N spoke, the late night breeze was a comfortable relief against the hot summer night. Azriel sat by the porch, Y/N held Lene’s hand and the little girl looked at her mother for reassurance. “You won’t fall, and if you do, daddy and I are here to catch you, always.”

With a confident gleam in her eyes, Selene’s wings moved, forcing her body upwards, little by little she started to float, her little hands slipping out of her mother’s reach. Azriel watched in complete awe as his daughter flew, her little body being carried towards the main gate and back to her mother. A month ago, Selene couldn’t go anywhere without holding their hands.

He got up, clapping and urging her for another lap towards the gate and back to him. Her dark hair moved around in the wind, her flushed cheeks and her proud expression crashed against his chest. She squealed in delight as he held her, spinning her around.

“That was so amazing. My girl is growing up so fast.” He kissed her cheek. “Soon you will be flying faster than your old daddy here.” Selene nodded in agreement.

“I’ll be the fastest Illyrian in the world.” Her mother came up to them, her fingers poking her belly, making Selene squirm and laugh. 

“You will, my love. But now it’s time to go to bed, okay?” The little girl looked at her father, her mothers eyes looking at him. She was the perfect mix of them both. 

“You heard your mother.” He leaned to whisper in her ear. “We can’t disobey her, or else she’ll ground both of us.” Selene nodded, and they took her inside. Azriel placed her in bed, kissing her forehead and wishing her a goodnight, once again telling her how proud he was of her flight.

“She wanted to train all month.” Y/N said, removing the hair tie and letting her hair fall loose, she removed her clothes and reached for one of his old shirts that reached the middle of her thighs. “I wish I could teach her more.” 

Despite being a full born Illyrian, Y/N was born without wings, no one understood how this even happened, but Azriel was glad that she was spared from the wings clipping cruelty that still happened on the camp she was born. 

“You do more than enough, tonight just proved it. She’ll carry you when you’re too old to even walk.” She laughed, her beautiful smile plastered across her face.

“So I only get to fly when I'm in diapers?” She rested her head against his chest. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll take you flying tomorrow.” He rolled his eyes and she playfully slapped his chest. “You have no idea how much I love you.” He blurted after a minute of silence. “I’ll ask Rhys for some time off.”

“You will?” Her big eyes turned towards him, hope sparked in them. He knew he worked a lot, and she was very patient with him missing important things, but someone could only be patient to a certain point, he knew she would snap soon and he didn’t blame her. 

“I will, I promise to you.” She kissed his chest.

“I love you, Az.” He could see the excitement covering her tone even if she tried to hide it, he was going to ask Rhys after the trip to the Court of Nightmares, he was sure that he would understand. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

Azriel fixed his leathers, the new syphon in his chest was a shade darker than the others, he had used his main one to make a ring for Y/N and a necklace for Selene, so they would always have an important part of him with them. The remaining of the stone was well guarded in case he needed to make more jewellery for Lene’s future siblings. 

“Everyone ready to go?” Rhysand’s voice sounded from somewhere behind him, but  before he could muster a response, a piece of paper materialised itself in front of him. At the same time, his chest was flooded by a wave of pure distress and fear. He shifted anxiously, opening the paper.

“Selene got too excited flying and she fell, i think she broke her arm. I’m taking her to the healers hall, please meet me there.” The words sank in his chest, she was eager to fly a longer distance because he had said if she could fly until she reached the tree a few feet away from their house, he would take her flying for a whole day. It was his fault.

He didn’t register the voices calling his name, he just wanted to get to Selene as fast as he could. He was halfway into the threshold, hand on the cold doorknob, ready to leave, when his body suddenly went completely still. He couldn’t move.

“I told you to stay.” Rhysand’s High Lord voice commanded and he growled, turning to him slowly.

“Let me go.” Azriel demanded. Rhys raised an eyebrow, he never had to use his powers on Azriel because he never failed to do his duty.

“Whatever is wrong with you, it's not more important than this trip, i told you everyone must go.” Everyone in the room could see the rage simmering in the Shadowsinger’s gaze, his golden eyes burning holes in Rhysand’s skull.

“I don’t want to fight with you. LET. ME. GO.” His pure will of being with his family pushed Rhysand’s restrainings away, they silently watched as he started to move.

“I already told y..” Rhysand was cut short by the furious laughter of Azriel.

“Nothing is more important than my daughter.” The words left his lips, leaving the whole inner circle astonished, his what? “Let alone that maggot who thinks he’s better than you.” Azriel turned around. “So I'll see you later.” And with that he left.

Azriel kept his little family hidden from everyone, even from the people he trusted the most in the world, cuz he could never forgive himself if something ever happened to them. The thought of having them kidnapped and used as a way to get to him, their bruised bodies and broken spirit always flooded his mind whenever he thought of revealing them to the world. They were his most precious treasure and he would do anything in his power to keep them safe from the people who could harm them.

“We need to go after him.” Feyre said, the distressed expression on his face completely shattered her heart. “And you will apologise, he would never fail his duty if it wasn’t important for him, you should’ve let him go.” She scolded and guilt filled Rhys’s violet eyes. He nodded, the Hewn City could wait, his brother was more important, and apparently his niece’s wellbeing too.

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

As the inner circle arrives at the Healers Hall, they spot Madja, she’s talking to a female. The female holds a little winged girl tightly against her chest, the little girl has a cast on her left arm, her little eyes are red with tears, a wet trail down her cheeks and the cutest pout ever. Without needing confirmation, they just know that it’s them.

They slowly approach, Azriel’s eyes meet Rhysand, he’s holding a glass of water and heading back to the female’s side. She’s too focused on Madja to notice the group coming behind them. The little girl notices tho, her eyes looking curiously at them, her features painfully familiar to the male standing by her side. Azriel whispered something to the female as Madja left.

She turned to them, her hand smoothing the girl’s hair. They looked beautiful together, and they wondered if she was his mate. By the way he pulled her close, they could only assume that yes, she was his mate. They could only guess what reason he had to hide them, the family he always wanted, how heavy this secret might’ve been to carry alone.

“What happened to this beautiful girl?” Feyre asked, stepping forward. Selene looked at her parents for reassurance, the two of them nodded slowly.

“Tell what you’ve been up to, Selene.” The female’s soft voice sounded. Feyre almost laughed with the coincidence, certainly Azriel noticed it. Selene the goddess of the Moon and Nyx the goddess of the Night. 

“I wanted to fly like daddy, but I fell.” She lifted the cast to them. “Do you want to sign it?” Feyre nodded, despite looking like Azriel, she wasn’t as shy as he was.

“Not now baby.” He said, his eyes locked up in a staring match with Rhys. “Maybe later, when they come over for dinner.” The High Lord nodded, they wouldn't miss this chance of learning about this secret part of his life. 

⋆˙⟡☾𖤓☽ ⟡˙⋆

The house was cosy, in a quiet place, like they always pictured Azriel’s house as. Coloured markers were scattered around the living room table, everyone needed to pick one and sign Selene’s cast in order to access the rest of the house, as she happily demanded. Swirls of shadows, hearts, flowers and names marked her cast, she meticulously examined every single drawing, before happily dragging the three year old boy along with her, towards a pile of toys. 

Y/N, as she introduced herself, was moving around the kitchen, different aromas lingered in the air, Elain was immediately by her side, chopping vegetables. Feyre and Mor prepared the table, while Nesta watched over the kids. The females talked, getting to know all they could about Y/N and their family. She happily engaged in the conversation like they were long time friends.

Azriel, Cassian and Rhys sat by the living room, cups filled with liquor. Rhys wanted to apologise, so he cleared his throat, his violet eyes filled with regret. The two males stopped the chat, turning to him.

“I’m so sorry for how I acted. I should’ve assumed that you would never leave if it wasn’t important for you.” The Shadowsinger nodded. “I should’ve never stopped you.”

“And I should've told you, a long time ago.” He answered. 

“No, you didn’t have to.” Cassian intervenes. 

“He’s right, you had your reasons, I would've done the same for Feyre and Nyx.” Azriel smiled, knowing very well that he would, in fact, do the same if he ever needed to.

“I don’t want to hide them anymore.” He looked over to his mate, talking with his sisters in law, and his daughter, playing with her cousin. 

“Then we’ll be glad to be their protectors.” Rhysand spoke. Cassian reached for his and Azriel’s hand.

“As long as we live, they will be safe. All of them. That is a promise.” And their skins prickled, a tattoo forming to seal the bargain made between the three brothers. As long as they lived, their families would always be safe, no harm would ever get to them.

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #sarahjmaas #moonlightazriel #azriel #shadowsinger #azriel x reader #night court #azriel x y/n #velaris #azriel acotar

[tales-of-the-ghost-zone]

DP X DC crossover prompt

Sam and Tucker, thanks to living in Amity Park and being overshadowed and controlled by ghosts so many time, had become very liminal. Until an accident while trying to stop the newest ghost enemy led to the two of them becoming halfa’s. Sam’s ghost form looks like what she looked like during the whole Undergrowth thing. And Tucker’s ghost form looks like his King Tuck design.

After a reveal gone wrong, Danny, Sam, and Tucker flee Amity Park. The trio run away to Gotham, and using money Sam managed to snag from her account before they left, they buy a nice sized building right in the middle of Crime Alley. They decide to turn it into a bookshop and cafe. There’s a garden/greenhouse attached to the back end of the building where Sam grows all her plants and herbs. Tucker has his own tech room in the basement alongside Danny’s tiny lab space. They live together in the apartment above the bookshop/cafe.

One day while out on a walk, Danny stumbles across two tiny twin half formed baby ghost cores. They’re nothing more than tiny little balls of glowing light at the moment. Baby ghosts that are just starting to form but are nothing more than cores at the moment. But they seem to be slowly fading. Danny refuses to let them fade away into nothing. He scoops them up, infuses them with some of his ectoplasm to get them going, and then shoved them into his chest for safe keeping and so that they can be close to his own core which starts slowly feeding them energy.

Danny rushes back to the shop and drags Sam and Tucker to the upstairs apartment and shows him the baby ghost cores he’s found. The three all agree that they’re going to help these cores develop into actual ghosts. They switch off on who carry’s the ghost cores around. Some days it’s Danny. Some days it’s Tucker. And some days it’s Sam. Each of them feeding the cores a little bit of their ectoplasm to help them grow.

One of the cores feels distinctly female and has a purplish blue glow to it. The three start jokingly calling her violet. The other core has a distinctly male feel to it. It’s an orangish red and has a small crack along one side of it. Danny jokingly said one time how he (the baby core) kind of looked like Nemo’s egg at the beginning of Finding Nemo and ever since they’ve been calling him Nemo.

The two cores have been developing very slowly, both seemingly unable to absorb the needed ectoplasm, to form into full ghosts, quickly. The trio is fine with this, they can be patient, and wait to meet their twins.

Then one day there’s some kind of massive ghost attack. Maybe a cult or something attempted to summon the ghost king but messed up the summoning and accidentally summoned something else. The Justice League try and fight the thing, but they’re no match for this ghost monstrosity. And the JLD aren’t available to help for whatever reason. The trio decides to step in and help. They kick the crap out of the ghost pretty easily and send it back to the ghost zone. Then Danny, in his King Phantom garb (crown of fire, whispy white fire like hair, a regal looking version of his hazmat suit, the ring of rage on one finger, and a cape around his shoulders, the outside being pure white but the inside looking like the vastness of space) approaches the cult and rebukes them, telling them how even if they had managed to summon him he never would have helped them take over the world.

After that the trio become members of the Justice League. Thanks to some of Danny’s previous time travel shenanigans, and Danny being the ghost king, and Sam and Tucker his consorts/mates(?) the Justice League all think that the trio are ancient eldritch ghost gods.

And then one day when the trio are in the Watch Tower with the rest of the League their twin baby ghost cores come up. Maybe it was time to switch out who was carrying them, and mid meeting or lunch or whatever, Danny just reaches into his chest, pulls out two small glowing orbs. He cradles them close to his chest for a moment, looking at them lovingly, and whispering something soft to them in ghost speak. Then hands them over to Sam, who does the whole cradle them close and whisper softly in ghost speak before shoving them right into her chest.

They look up from this to see the whole League staring at them wide eyed and confused. Danny just casually explains that those are their children but they’re still forming so the trio needs to keep them close to their cores to help them grow, but they like to switch up everyday who carry’s them. Every member of the Justice League becomes super protective of the trio after this. They see it as the three essentially being pregnant (sort of), and they don’t always know which one of them is carrying the baby ghost. So best to just be protective of all three. The trio finds this kind of amusing and a touch bit sweet.

When the twin baby cores finally develop into actual baby ghosts, the two kind of look like a mixture between Danny, Sam, and Tucker’s ghost forms. Though Violet has dark purple hair and eyes and Nemo has bright orangish red hair and eyes.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #everlasting trio #ghost king phantom #Violet and Nemo become the darlings of the Justice League #the two hellions run around the watch tower whenever possible #Wonder Woman sneaks them candy whenever possible #Dani stops in one day to meet her niece and nephew #the three proceed to cause chaos together #most of the time if you see the twins at least one of the trio is with them #if not one of the trio then some member of the Justice League #and if none of the trio or the Justice league is around #then Fright Knight is assigned guard duty #lord help the soul of anyone that try’s to mess with the prince and princess of the ghost zone #because non of the above mentioned people will show them any mercy

[chlorinecake]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐏’𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐍 — a yandere jungwon fanfic

𖤣 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jungwon forbid you from leaving the safe room while he was away at work, but your insatiable curiosities led you to discover secrets about his past that were better left unknown to you ~

𖥧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nudity, forced-ish kissing and touching, hickeys (?), abduction themes, swearing, mentions of guns and violence, slow burn, angst, not proofread ~

𖡼 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.7k ~ Previously ⊱✿⊰

✎ note: In no way does this fanfic intend to romanticize unhealthy relationships or abusive behaviors. I write purely for entertainment and creative purposes. Reader discretion is advised. 

YOU LAID YOUR head down beside Jungwon to rest, your ears still ringing as a side effect from his earlier and repetitive gunfire.

Cradling the shotgun in his hands, you thought back to the way his feline eyes keened in on his desired target, the weapon going off with sharp bangs as the surrounding air shattered with its force.

Your entire skull trembled each time he fired the trigger, wooden debris flying from the collisions.

“Wanna give it a go?,” he asked with the faintest smirk on his face, somewhat amused by your startled demeanor.

Jungwon helped you position your legs according to proper form, almost hugging you from behind as he helped you support the heavy weapon in your arms. His warm breath feathered against your skin as he whispered, “Once you've locked in your target, ease your finger into the trigger and shoot.”

You remember taking a deep breath, pointing the lens at a tall wooden plank just as a baby blue bird flew into frame, the gun's red light highlighting the creature's tiny body.

You tried moving the weapon away, but Jungwon's strength persisted around you, keeping your arms in place with ease.

“Jungwon,” you said so quietly that he almost missed it, his hold on you being predatory enough to make you feel like the prey. A glint of moisture blurred your vision as the song bird tweeted softly to itself, looking right back at you.

“I want you to shoot it, ____,” he whispered in a dull voice as if what he'd just asked of you was completely normal.

“Jungwon, I... no, I... I can't,” you pleaded, his grip on you tightening.

“It'll probably die tomorrow in this weather, love. If you can't shoot a bird, how can I expect you to protect yourself when I'm gone?,” he reasoned with you before stepping away from you, the sun hiding shyly behind a cluster of clouds as if it were also fearful of the sight to come.

“Do it,” was the last sentence you heard right before the loudest gunshot yet clashed with the calm atmosphere, your eyes shutting completely tight as you felt your finger sink into the trigger, the little bird and his evening song never to be heard again.

You felt Jungwon's hands sneak around your waist as you laid under the covers, his warmth still radiating onto you as he spoke the words, “I'm so proud of you today, love,” and drifting fast to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING came by quickly, the now recognizable scent of mixed herbs hitting your senses the moment you sat up on the bed.

Turning to your side, a cup of tea sat on the nightstand, a dainty yet old-fashioned brown paper bag sitting beside it.

“That's your breakfast, my love,” Jungwon said, breaking the silence. “I decided to stop by the café earlier and get some of those sandwiches you like. Hopefully they're still fresh,” he said from the corner of the room as he adjusted the collar of his freshly ironed shirt, admiring how sweet you looked upon waking up in his heart.

“Thank you, Jungwon, I really appreciate it,” you said with an almost natural smile, reaching for the cup of tea to take a small sip, “Is that why you got all dressed up?”

“No, actually... I have work today.”

Even though you and Jungwon had grown close with each other before took you to his garden, your prior conversations never answered the big question of what he did for a living.

“Oh... I understand that you've never told me this before, but I'm curious about what you do for work?,” you asked, looking into the warm and foggy green liquid that danced in your cup. He wasn't looking at you anymore anyway, so there wasn't a problem with you avoiding eye contact.

“Nice try, ____, but we made a deal yesterday, remember? No more questions till next week,” he smiled, finally looking your way now as he walked over to you, giving you a small hug. “I'll be back in a few hours, but you can always look out the window and do the 'sun test' I taught you. There's also lunch in the first drawer if you get hungry.”

He grabbed a chain connected to a set of keys from off the nightstand that you didn't even notice were there til now, his leather boots clicking with his footsteps as he walked away, looking back as if saying goodbye with his eyes before closing the door.

And just like that, you were completely alone, which didn't feel or seem as relieving as you wished it would.

It's not that you felt down about missing Jungwon's presence, though, it was more so that you knew today would be much longer than any other day you've spent on this secluded garden of secrets.

Even longer than the days you had spent outside under a bush, your vulnerable nakedness and the harsh forest conditions growing a stronger bond than your thirsted gums and grimy teeth.

Of all the things you had to be anxious about under such circumstances, “boredom” happened to be at the top of your list, compelling your hands to find the silver key Jungwon had so carelessly forgotten on the nightstand before he left.

Or was he testing me, you thought to yourself, observing the green string that hung from a hook in one of the key loop's.

The thought of the mysterious greenhouse suddenly dawned on you, and the memory of its glassy sage exterior captivated your mind for a second.

You remembered Jungwon's anxious demeanor as you brought it up to him, contemplating with your own logic and curiosity as to whether or not you'd give in to the voice that was pulling your feet to do the unthinkable.

The gravely forbidden.

You only had enough will power to fight the urges for a short hour before it became too much, your feet finding the cold bedroom floor as you held the key in your hand, wandering down the hallway and through the field of trees before making your way up the massive path that led to a grassy hill.

Precisely where the greenhouse sat.

Deep down in your foolish heart, you were fully aware of how senseless your actions were.

Even though you were currently suspect to many natural dangers that came with being in the wilderness whilst unarmed, the thought of Jungwon catching you right now was an even larger threat.

But somehow, you managed to climb up too far to turn back now.

Praying on the slim sliver of hope that Jungwon wouldn't come back early today, you took a deep breath, toying with the key in the lock for a few seconds before the door hinges gave in, the cold aura of the space greeting you as you stepped in to observe.

From first glance, it was an ordinary greenhouse, shelves of exotic plants lining most of the space and the gentle sun rays peeking through the domed ceiling.

Clink.

So stunned by the beauty of his indoor garden, your hip accidentally bumped into the mini wooden table standing beside a feminine mannequin, a black ink pen having fell on the floor and rolling away before you swiftly leaned down to pick it up.

You felt your heart thump in your chest like a drum, thinking of how easily that single pen could’ve given away that you’d been in here today.

Getting up, you went to place it back on the table before noticing a rough sketch tucked beneath a diary with Jungwon’s name engraved on it in hangul.

The sketch was of a dress, one ordained with elegant floral accents and delicate lace trimmings.

“Every flower ought to have petals,” whispered Jungwon’s voice in the back of your mind, warming your heart before sending shivers down your spine.

He was truly in love with you.

Dangerously, even.

You picked up the journal, not even considering what better-left-buried secrets could be hiding behind the black leather cover front.

Not even reasoning with logic anymore as you flipped past the first page, the sound of stiff, old paper crinkling the still silence.

And for the love of your damned curiosity.

Nothing intrigued you from the first few pages so you foolishly kept flipping, one by one until it became obvious that the diary was filled with unspoken love confessions you weren't meant to see, dated as far back as two years ago.

One entry in particular caught your attention, the opening line from April 11, last year, reading “Things weren't supposed to end this way.”

It appeared to be a letter to Jungwon himself, but at the same time, to another soul...

Or about another lover.

Your breath stalled in your chest, almost in denial of how quickly a new and much more horrific story was unfolding concerning the charming Yang Jungwon.

Your eyes scanned one last line before closing the diary, the note being from his most recent entry:

“To ____, my second chance... may we blossom harmoniously together.”

A series of numbers followed after that sentence, a red splotch of paint dotting a log of information you didn't quite understand at the time but the eery feeling you got was enough to let you know it couldn't have meant anything good.

Slam.

You closed the book, just as the sunlight outside began to dim with your emotions, the realization of how deep Jungwon's insanity ran wandering through your anxious mind, flowing as a dead river in a forsaken village, infecting every person foolish enough to come and drink of his stream.

You stumbled out of the greenhouse, running down the hill with your nightgown clutched in your fists, careful not to let the lower hem of your dress touch the earthy ground on your way.

Jungwon couldn't find out about this.

He couldn't know that you knew everything now.

You stopped to glance at the sun, noticing how it was just a few inches from meeting the peak between the two trees as he'd demonstrated to you before.

He was almost home, and it was beyond baffling that you'd even started to call this place that.

A home.

You finally made it back to the shed, your own lungs struggling to provide enough oxygen to fuel your limbs as you chugged the tea you'd forgotten to drink, plopping yourself on the bed with your hands holding your chest as the mere act of breathing became harder and harder.

Closing your eyes, you hoped that the darkness would somehow help you think of anything.

Anything else but the truth.

Whoever that girl was, you were certain that he'd killed her, and if you weren't careful moving forward, you could be next.

JUNGWON RETURNED FROM work on time, but it wasn't until about half an hour later that he made his way to your shared bedroom in the shed, an unreadable yet unmistakably dark look on his face the moment he saw you.

“How many more conversations must we have before my rules finally stick in your stupid little brain?” He asked in a stern voice, still wearing his work clothes, but his hair appeared different.

More disheveled... and sweaty.

“Jungwon, you just got back... Where is all of this coming from?” You inquired in the most polite voice you could muster, sitting up on the bed as your stomach felt five seconds from exploding.

Your mind was still a bit foggy because you'd just woke up, but you were still present enough to know you needed to choose your words wisely.

Did he found out? No, he couldn't have, you were barely even in there long enough to have messed up anything he'd notice.

“I need you to understand something, ____,” he said in a sharp voice, sitting beside you on the bed before continuing, “As long as you’re here with me, you’re no longer your own person. You’re mine. And that means no one else can have you. Not even yourself.”

“Jungwon, we talked about this-”

“And I agreed on one thing and one thing only… do you remember what that thing was?”

Your hands trembled in your lap as his words came out like darts, your mind too focused on fear to even keep up, “You’re not being fair-”

“Is it not beyond fair that I respect your wishes of keeping my hands to myself? Despite how crazy you make me feel?”

“I remember…. Wonie, and I appreciate your efforts to respect me,” you answered with a cracked voice as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand.

“And so do I,” he smiled, tilting his head at you, “but... you’re still afraid of me... aren’t you?”

You knew that Jungwon could be emotionally ambivalent at times, but you really couldn't figure out what had gotten into him today, and so suddenly.

You shook your head at his words, “Why would you even ask me something like that?”

“Because it’s true… I'm smart enough to know that.”

“Jungwon, please don't say tha-”

“God, here we go with your whining again,” he spat bitterly while shaking his head, “you’re pleading with me and I haven’t even threatened you... Just admit it! You’re fucking terrified of me-”

“I can't take this shit right now, Jungwon,” you interrupted him, immediately feeling your heart rate increase as you startled yourself with your own words.

Your own... honesty.

“I... I just… I didn’t mean to…,” you tried apologizing before he cut you off.

“No,” he said softly, getting off of the bed and kneeling before you, your words having touched a soft spot in his crooked mind, “Don’t stop, love... I want to hear what you have to say…”

Though, you’re not sure if the smile he wore was forced or not, it helped to soothe your nerves in an odd way. Jungwon’s behavior was always erratic like this. You never knew when to expect a switch in him, which is what always kept you on edge around him.

His hands massaged your ankles, the gentle yet sudden touches making you feel stiff.

“Please,” he nodded, coaxing you to proceed, despite how uncomfortably you felt with him touching you.

“Well… uhm… I was just…. I thought we were working on this... On us...,” you clarified, “...together.”

His heart lit up at your use of the word “us” as if it were a spark to the dull wick in his hardened heart.

“And we are, my love. But I must ask you to understand that you abide by my rules now,” he whispered, hands carefully inching up your calves as his thumbs drew circles in your skin, “can you trust my rules?”

You gulped at the question, fingers fumbling with each other as you forced yourself to say what he had to hear.

“I can try, Jungwon...”

“Good… and can you trust me?... Without trying?” He asked, hands halting their movements while awaiting your response.

“I…” your words got cut in your throat, part of you drifting off into a thinking that you actually could trust Jungwon. You felt like a foreign force was pressuring you to agree. Not his hands from the outside of you, but something within.

Was it the way he sat before you on his knees? The way his feline eyes stared back at yours, singing a sirenic song to your heart? Was it something in the tea you finished earlier-

“Speak up, love,” He pressed, somehow maintaining patience with you.

“I can… I trust you,” you said, looking in your lap before meeting his eyes again, which glimmered like honey.

Natures fluorescent sweetness.

“Then… can you trust me to kiss you?” He asked, voice almost inaudible given how quietly he spoke. Before you even gave an answer, you felt his warm breath ghost over your knee, looking back at you with seduction in his eyes.

He hummed in satisfaction at your submission, sealing the space between him and your knee with a kiss, his lips soft and wet as you felt the kisses travel, your gown being lifted up over your thighs as he left pecks along the inside of them, sucking slightly as if to taste you.

Your hands found his head, trying to push him away as his kisses turned into pinches, but he pushed your abdomen down, your back meeting the bed as his hands hooked beneath your knees, spreading you open for him.

“Wonie~,” you whined out, arching your back as you felt his warmth approach your clothed core, his lips kissing your sensitive spot before you whined out again. “That’s enough, please,” you said with an exhausted breath, chest heaving with emotions you couldn't even put a finger on.

He looked up to you, face embarrassingly flushed as his lustful demeanor softened into a smile, “Was I not good for you, love?”

“No, it was fine, Jungwon, I just… I had enough,” you answered with a breathy voice, the wetness from his lips still ever-present on your skin as you struggled to look him in the eye.

His sexual advances were starting to escalate by the day, and it was only a matter of time before he took the very last thing he treasured about you most:

Your purity.

“Okay, my love,” he said, pulling your gown back down and standing up, “maybe next time I can do better than fine.”

Fuck.

You simply nodded at his words, trying to calm your breathing as your cheeks grew as hot as the sun. Jungwon walked towards the door, looking back at you one last time.

“And by the way, next time you try sneaking out while I'm gone without my permission, make sure to lock the door back so I don't find out,” he said, all of that with a devious smile on his face as he closed the door, leaving you alone before going off to prepare your dinner a few rooms away from you.

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[sluttywoozi]

Give You My Wild | Like a Cowboy Pt. 3/4

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.1k (there is no plot I’m so sorry)

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: HEAVY BREEDING AND IMPREG KINK, historical inaccuracy probably, crying (during sex and not), size kink, oral (f.rec.), fingering, big dick gyu, lowkey somnophilia?? (idk its more like pussy put his ass to sleep now he’s calling you nyquil), cockwarming, dreams of pregnant sex, they want to have a baby i cannot emphasize this enough, feels v romance novelly to me 

Reader Notes: hands are smaller than gyu’s, has vagina and breasts, called baby, honey, sweetheart, wife

Mingyu watches from the porch, fondness and just a bit of exasperation in his eyes, as you organize and pack up the wagon. You’re about to embark on your pre-freeze fishing trip and he tried to help, but you like the packing done a certain way. You arrange by what you’ll need to take out first, keeping the tent closest to the edge and sustenance for the way there closest to the front, where you’ll be able to lean back on the bench and take something should hunger arise. 

He’s itching to get going, partly because he wants to reach the river by nightfall, mostly because he’s already envisioning what he’ll be doing to you in the tent after you arrive. And on the riverbank, on top of a blanket and under the stars. Perhaps also in the back of the wagon on the way there. 

He’s got an excuse now, or maybe an explanation, for his voracious appetite for you. 

It happened when you were cooking together a few weeks ago, pork tenderloin with garden grown squash. You were dancing a little dance to the beat of his humming and taps with the knife as he cut the vegetables on the butcher block when you stilled, a strange look crossing your face and your hands nervously wringing your apron. 

Mingyu had been scared something was wrong, that he’d done something to upset you, and put down the knife immediately. He’d crossed the kitchen to you, his humming silenced with his heart caught in his throat like it was, and took you by the hand, tugging you to the dining table. He sat in the chair heavily and pulled you to sit across his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you and holding you secure until you gathered the courage to speak. 

“I think I want…” you take a deep breath, looking away from him with teary eyes before finding his gaze again and continuing, “I want us to have a baby, Gyu. I want us to have a family.”

The gasp he took in was followed by more, quick breaths nearly mistakable for sobs as he pressed his face into your shoulder and let the tears gather on his lashes. Mingyu had wanted this for so long, since you married him, really, but you hadn’t been ready. Of course, he didn’t push you, resolved not to bring it up until you did, and he really wasn’t prepared for how he’d feel now that you have. He was sure you could feel his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest with how closely he held you to him, but you didn’t seem to mind. You just rested your head on top of his and let your own tears soak into his hair, gentle fingers grazing circles on his shoulders. 

Once all the tears dried up, the mood changed. 

It was like a switch flipped in him, realizing that the next time he made love to you, it would be with the purpose of filling you up with his baby. The herbs you took prevented it, but soon enough he’d get to watch your stomach grow and know that he’d been the one to make it happen. He’d get to rub your aches and pains away, fall asleep curled up around you with his hand pressed to your belly and tiny little kicks tapping against his palm, wait on you hand and foot once you got too big to easily navigate the house. All the things he’d been dreaming about, he would finally get to share with you.

He took you on the table that day, your legs caught in his elbows and his cock pounding into you, dishes clanking against the wood and flatware sliding off the edge with the force of his thrusts. After you climaxed and he emptied himself inside you, he’d knelt down and watched as your clenching walls pushed out his spend before gathering it all up on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, keeping you plugged up until your cunt stopped contracting around them and he was sure you’d be able to keep it inside. 

Mingyu’s gone wild for you in the days and weeks following, waking you in the night and sliding home once you sleepily part your legs, bending you over sinks and hoisting you up on counters, taking you against doors and walls, and once or twice, the railing of the front porch. 

Even now, as he watches you lift onto your tiptoes and bend into the wagon to rearrange the fishing poles, he’s thinking about pulling up your skirt, spreading you open, and fucking you full of his seed. And if he wasn’t so concerned it would make the coming journey more uncomfortable for you, he wouldn't even hesitate. 

The wagon bumps raggedly along the dirt road and Mingyu’s even more sure of his decision to hold off until you make it to the river. The idea was tempting but not worth causing you further discomfort, your sweet attempts to hide your winces unsuccessful. Wagons are not the most glamorous form of travel, but they’re the only option when one lives as far from the city as Mingyu and you do. 

There’s not much longer to go now, about an hour, and Mingyu is pleased to estimate about two hours of sunlight left, just enough time to arrive and set up camp. He has a lot of plans for this trip, all of which start and end with you, and he’s getting more and more excited to see them through. 

Mingyu heaves a sigh of exhaustion and sets his hands on his hips as he looks around your little section of the riverbank. The tent has been pitched, the smoker built, the food hung up and away, and he thinks there’s just enough time to watch the sun set on your naked skin. You’re on your hands and knees arranging the bedding underneath the canvas shelter and Mingyu makes his way over, rocks clacking against each other under his heavy steps, his boots landing harder as he nears you so he can ensure you’re not startled by his appearance. You sit back on your knees just as he approaches, turning around to beam at him and proudly present your hard work. 

The tent looks so cozy, duvet and pillows placed carefully and extra quilts stacked to the side for the inevitable drop in temperature.  Mingyu’s already looking forward to crawling in and pulling you close, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you warm with the heat of his body. “Good work, darlin’. We’ll sleep well tonight but I’ll be sure to wear you out, just in case,” he flirts, knowing your cheeks must be heating and delighting in the way your eyes drop to the side, fondly taking in the bashful smile that graces your lips. 

You reach a hand up and Mingyu grasps it, pulling you to your feet and into his body, trying not to giggle at the way you stumble into him with a gasp. He forgets his own strength sometimes but this isn’t one of them, no, it's intentional, all part of his plan to have his wicked way with you. You love how strong he is, how big he is, and he takes advantage of it, riling you up with seemingly innocent acts until you’re as hot for him as he always is for you. It works, of course, your eyes shuttering as a haze overtakes them, your fingers holding onto his for dear life and your other hand rising to rest on his chest. 

Mingyu knows he should seduce you a bit more, that you deserve more wooing, but he’s wanted you all day and you’re just so soft and warm against him that he can’t help but lean down and press his lips to yours. You melt into him with a sigh, your mouth opening as soon as he brushes his tongue over your bottom lip. He does take his time kissing you, something he believes is always worth doing, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling his hand from yours to rest his palm on the curve of your neck, his thumb tracing over your pulse. It jumps when he moans into your mouth and he grins against your lips, your physical reaction to him as captivating as always. 

He follows when you start backing up toward the tent, his hands leaving your body to clumsily pull at the buttons of your dress, his lips forming a pout against yours when you push them away and undo the buttons yourself. “I don’t want you to rip them,” you mutter, your dress hanging open and your hands moving to unbutton his shirt.

“Baby, I would never,” Mingyu protests, hoping you won’t remember-

“Gyu, I’ve had to sew buttons back onto three different things just this week. Don’t even try it,” you hiss, shrugging your dress down your arms. 

Your breasts shift with your movement and suddenly, Mingyu can’t focus on anything else. His hands still at his belt and his gaze grows heavy as you shove the dress off, each inch of skin revealed making his heart beat faster and faster. Every time he sees you bare, it feels like the first. Like sunlight breaking through gloomy storm clouds, like a steaming hot bath after a long days’ work, like the first bloom of spring after a blistering winter. You’re pure warmth to him, everything good and kind and beautiful in this world, and Mingyu will never get over the fact that you chose him to share your life with. 

He wants to thank you, wants to get down on his knees and worship at your altar, so he does. He tugs your shift off with impatient hands, takes you by the waist, spreads you out on the bedding you’d so meticulously laid, and shoulders his way between your thighs. The gasp you let out lifts one side of his mouth in a satisfied smirk, but the expression falls when he sees the wet mess of your cunt. His groan is guttural, pained almost, and he wastes no time before diving into you. He’s relentless, his tongue dipping inside you for a taste before sliding up through your folds to tap at your clit, the moans and whimpers escaping you muffled by your thighs as they clamp around his head. 

Mingyu loves it, loves being buried in you, surrounded by you, can’t get enough, will never get enough of you. He knows this well, revels in it, basks in the knowledge that he doesn’t need to get enough of you because he’ll always have you. You will always be his and he will always be yours, the matching rings on your left fourth fingers and the baby he’ll put in your belly evidence. 

You’re close already, your clit pulsing under his tongue and your hips jerking into his face, but he knows you like something to squeeze so he sinks three fingers deep inside, your pussy sucking them in immediately like you’ve been itching for them. He wants, needs to feel you cum, needs to make you cum, his fingers curling in you to find that ridged spot that makes you leak like a broken faucet. By now, it’s easy to pinpoint, easy to rub just right, with just enough pressure to make you squirm as he fingers you open. 

He’s obsessed with your sounds, or what he can hear of them through your thighs. Your moans and whimpers and sighs might as well be music to his ears, and the noises that come from your cunt whenever he hooks his fingers or thrusts them in and out practically make him feral. You’re just so wet, goddamn drenched every single time he touches you, and it’s enough to send his head spinning, especially when he’s already got the taste of you in his mouth. He’s cum like this before, and he will again, but not today. 

No, today, you’re going to cum on his tongue and his fingers, then again (and maybe once more) on his cock before he fills you up with his load. He wouldn’t be shocked if you were already with child with how much he’s been giving you lately, but he plans on fucking you full until you tell him to stop, just for good measure. 

Your pussy starts its tell-tale quivering, your walls undulating around his fingers and your clit throbbing under his tongue, and he knows you’re right there, knows all you need is his lips around you and a good grind deep inside, so he gives it to you. He purses his lips around you and digs his fingertips into your sweet spot, his deep voice mirroring the moan you let out when you tip over the edge. He keeps groaning into you, whining when he feels you clench so tight he can’t move his fingers. He’s not sure how your wetness is seeping out with how you’re locked around him but he knows he wants to taste it, drink it down, savor it, because your cunt is the best meal he’s ever had and the only one he’ll ever want. 

He’s still sucking your clit, so enraptured by your taste that he doesn’t notice you trying to wriggle away in sensitivity until you push him from you by the forehead. He apologizes swiftly, shifting up to plant a wet kiss on your lips before checking in with you. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You still want my cock?” Mingyu asks quietly, unwilling to disturb the bubble you’re floating in right now. 

“Good, Gyu, I’m good. Want your cock, want you to fill me up,” you gasp, your voice weak but your hands strong in their grip on him. 

“I’ll fill you up, baby, you know I will,” he breathes into your mouth as his lips press against yours once more before he pulls away. His feet had been outside the tent the whole time, a fact that makes him chuckle to himself while he unlaces and toes his boots off.

After clumsily unfastening his belt and shucking his pants, he drops to his knees and yanks off his shirt, the buttons undone by your fingers what feels like eons ago. The temperature is already dropping with the setting sun so Mingyu stretches out and covers your body with his, knowing his own furnace-like body heat will keep you warm. He also just loves feeling you under him, how soft and warm you are, how much smaller than him. He knows you love it too so he lets some of his weight rest on you as he takes you behind the knees and pushes your thighs up to your chest. This is one of his favorite ways to make love to you, he can get so deep and you get so tight, especially when he climbs on top of you and thrusts down with the weight of his body behind him. You love that, so it’s exactly what he’ll give you tonight.

He lets his cock glide through your folds until it glistens with your wetness, until you’re whining beneath him and trying to buck your hips up to get him inside. He won’t tease you further than this, but he can’t help making you wait for it, just for a little. He likes how it makes you as desperate as he always feels when it comes to you, how you whimper and beg and shake, how you dig your nails into his skin in retribution, and oh, the threats…

“Mingyu, if you don’t get in me right now, I swear I’ll-” Your warning is cut off by a sharp gasp as he splits you open on his cock, your cunt still tight around him even after he was just three fingers deep. The heat that swallows him is intoxicating, incandescent, and the moan you grant him with spurs a thrust that sends him even deeper inside, down to the root of his cock. He waits for your walls to stop fluttering around him, waits for your fingers in his hair and your voice in his ear, telling him, “Please, Gyu, please, fill me up.”

Your words are like a trigger, his hips bucking into you without his permission. He manages to angle them up at the last second, make it count, and the sound you let out has him thrusting into you again. You’re so reactive, so receptive to everything he gives you, and it’s enough to get him close much too quickly. 

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it off, was far too ambitious in thinking he could outlast you cumming around him after making you cum on his fingers and tongue, so he works a hand between your bodies and finds your clit with a work-calloused thumb. You’re so wet, he can glide circles over your swollen nerves with no friction, fuck his cock in and out with sounds so obscene, a blush rises to his cheeks. You’re making the prettiest sounds, your mouth stuck open with pleasure and your eyes squeezed shut, tears gathering on your lash line and threatening to drip down your cheeks. He’ll never not be infatuated with how you respond to him, never not love every noise that leaves your lips and every expression that crosses your face, never not adore getting to be with you in this way, to take care of you in this way. 

Mingyu is the luckiest man on earth, the most blessed person of all time, to have you. The knowledge makes his heart feel too big for his chest, brings grateful tears to his eyes, makes him fuck into you just a bit harder, just a bit faster. 

He’s getting so close and he can feel that you are too, in the clenching of your walls and the way your thigh shakes under his hand, and he knows that all you need is a bit of encouragement. 

“Fit me so perfectly, honey, gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me give you my baby?” His own words make his cock twitch and he can feel himself get harder inside you, bigger, and fuck, if you don’t break soon, he just might. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Gyu, want it so bad!” You throw your head back, one hand twisted up in the pillow and the other covering his on your thigh. Your fingers squeeze his and he’s quick to intertwine them, the difference in size shocking as always. 

The circles on your clit stop, but before you can complain he’s gently pinching it between two of his knuckles and fucking into you harder, his hips tilted so the spongy head of his cock can pound right into that bumpy patch inside of you. 

“Please, sweetheart, please,” Mingyu begs you to cum, begs you to fall off the edge before he does, and you listen. 

You listen, thank goodness, your sweet, hot cunt clamping down on his cock and sucking him in deeper as your walls try to milk him dry. It works, his balls seizing up and his dick jumping inside you, his seed flooding into your womb. His legs fold under your ass as he drops down to hover above you, bending you in half and leaning in for a kiss. You can’t kiss him back, panting as you are, but he doesn’t mind, pecking all over your face and down your neck. His teeth close on your collarbone just as his cock shoots one last rope of cum into you, making you whimper and arch your back for more. 

He’s discovered you like when he fucks you until he’s soft, so he draws his hips back and slides them forward again, his cum smoothing his movements even further. He’s glad you packed extra blankets because this duvet cover will need to be washed after he’s finished making a mess of you. His cheeks flame again as the slick squelch reaches his ears, the sound growing louder as you grow wetter. He keeps rutting into you, his softening dick drawing one last release from you before he finally pulls out. 

He covers your cunt with his hand before any more of his cum can drip out, shifting to lay on his elbows between your legs so he can see clearly as he gathers it all up on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. You look so well fucked, your eyes closed and your face slack in exhausted ecstasy, your cunt glossy and spread open. He would fuck you again if he had it in him, make you cum with his tongue if he didn’t want to keep his seed buried deep in you. Instead, he leaves his fingers inside and rises back up, sliding his arm beneath your back and pulling you into his chest. 

He thinks you may be sleeping, but he really should get you and the tent cleaned up, so he slowly withdraws his fingers and takes your hand, guiding it down between your legs. You know what to do, covering your entrance with your fingers and squeezing your legs closed as he pulls you into a sitting position and dampens a cloth with water from the jug you’d brought. 

He cleans you up gently, thoughtfully, smoothing the rag over your limbs and being especially careful with your inner thighs, where you’re sure to bruise from the force of his hips, before lightly running it between your legs. Mingyu loves this part too, having the privilege of caring for you in such a vulnerable state. It always feels sacred, as if he’s carrying out one of the most important of his husbandly duties, putting to action the vows he made years ago. To have and to hold. He’s had you, and now he gets to hold you. 

The washing of the duvet can wait until later, he just shoves it into a corner and takes hold of another, pulling it over you after carefully dressing you in your shift. Once you’re comfortable and warm, he sets about tidying himself, wetting a new rag and first cleaning your fingers before cleaning his own and the rest of his body. If this were home, he wouldn’t dress at all, but out in the wilderness, it’s simply unsafe to remain nude, so he pulls on his underclothes and pants. 

They feel itchy on his sensitive skin, on his spent cock, but it was all worth it. And it’ll be worth it tomorrow morning and afternoon too. 

Mingyu jerks awake, your finger poking his chest and your voice soft against the rushing of the water and the sounds of nature. It’s still dark, likely midway through the night, and as soon as he sets eyes on you, he can tell why you woke him. You look dewy with sweat, your eyes hazy and warm and your skin even warmer. 

“Need me?” He rumbles lowly, waiting for you to nod and reach for his pants before undoing them himself and helping you climb atop him. He can barely open his eyes, he’s still so tired, but with just a few grinds of your wet center on his cock he’s hard enough to fuck you. He only gets harder when you sit down on his dick, your cunt open enough from earlier that you don’t need any prep. You’re snug around him, still sticky inside with his cum, and his exhaustion only adds to his euphoria. 

He’s lost in a dreamlike state as you fuck him, his head lolling back on the pillow and his hips mindlessly bucking into yours each time you drop yourself down on him. He’s too gone to wish he could help more, too drunk on your warmth to think about anything but staying inside you for the rest of forever. His head spins, his fingers clenching in the blankets as you clench around his cock, but when you tighten on him with a sharp gasp, he forces his eyes open. 

You’re touching yourself. 

Fuck. Fuck, you’re touching yourself, your hand buried between your legs and your little fingers bumping against the base of his dick as you rub sloppy circles your clit. You’re not even looking at him, your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, and he can just barely see the glint of your wedding ring in the moonlight that soaks through the canvas of the tent. You’re so beautiful, his perfect wife, who woke him just because she needed him, because she needed to use him. 

Mingyu didn’t know he would, but he fucking loves it. Loves being used by you, needed by you, and he should have known. It’s so obvious he could laugh if he wasn’t so busy moaning, his voice caught in a breathless loop of groans and whimpers of your name, pleads slipping out as your cunt swallows his cock over and over again. He’s getting so close, doesn’t even know what he needs to fall over the edge, but as always, you do, even subconsciously and, perhaps, selfishly. 

What he needs is for you to cum, and when you do fall apart around him, he’s quick to follow, nearly whining your name as his sensitive cock twitches and fills you with cum again. His eyes fall shut, his lungs burning as he pants as if he did any of the work, and when you snuggle into his chest, he does his best to wrap his listless arms around you. 

“Can I stay?” He breathes into your hair, waiting for you to nod and kiss his pec before almost immediately falling back asleep, his snores filling the air and his cock filling you. 

This time, Mingyu wakes you. 

He had the most wonderful dream; you were riding him again but this time, your belly was bigger, and your breasts were too. You were with child, his child, and it felt like the realization of everything he’s ever wanted. You, growing a miraculous little being that would hopefully look more like you, and him, holding you up and holding you close. 

And when he blinked awake, you were on top of him and his arms were wrapped around you, and if he didn’t feel that your belly was the same against his own, he almost could have pretended his dream was real. What was real was his cock, and how hard it was inside of you. 

He didn’t want to fuck you without asking first, so he set a hand on your hip and squeezed gently, murmuring your name until you stirred. 

Now, here he has you, both hands on your hips, holding you up and fucking into you just like in his dream. Soon, the rest of it will be real too, and he’s already nearing the edge just thinking about it. 

You’re so sensitive, he knows this will have to be the last time for at least half the day, so he makes it count, bringing a thumb to your tender clit and whispering all of the details into your neck in between kisses and bites. 

It’s not long until you’re shaking apart on top of him, quietly whining into his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. It’s reflex by now, to cum when you do, and he can’t stop the wave of pleasure that overcomes him any more than he can stop the deep groan the spills from his lips as he fills you for the last time. He exhales thank you’s into your hair, petting at the parts of your hips that he gripped too tightly and rubbing his hands up and down your back to soothe you as you hiccup against him, your tears soaking into his skin. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Mingyu asks, his concern clear. 

“I want it to be real so bad and I love you so much, that’s all,” you sniffle, your tears drying surprisingly quickly and your hands rising to wipe your face before he can. You smile brightly at him, then point over his shoulder, “Look, we literally made love till the morning light.”

Mingyu twists his head around, chuckling as he sees what you’re referring to. The colors of the sunrise seep into the cream canvas of the tent, giving your white shift and the blankets a dreamy glow. Love fills his chest and he can’t resist the urge to pull you down into a kiss, his lips soft against yours. 

His cock is softening too, and this time he can’t stay inside. He wraps his arms around your back and slowly rolls over so he’s above you before carefully pulling out. He doesn’t bother plugging you up, knows he’s filled you more than enough tonight, and dampens one more cloth to cleanse your skin of the evidence of the past few hours so you can enter the day brand new. 

“I love you,” Mingyu reminds you, discarding the cloth in the same corner as the old duvet and meeting your eyes once more. 

“I love you,” you respond, reaching your arms out to him and tugging him down into a hug. 

“I’ve gotta get to fishing and the laundry,” he breathes into your neck, “But you should rest.”

He grins as you pout but acquiesce, loosening your hold on his shoulders and playfully feeling up his bicep before letting him go altogether and snuggling back into the fresh blankets he’d covered you with. 

“Wear your hat,” you caution him sweetly, not wanting his eyes to get too tired with the light or for his skin to get sunburned. 

“‘Course, darlin’,” Mingyu beams, pulling on his clothes and lacing up his boots before leaning down for one last kiss. He ducks out of the tent, his height making this difficult, and pokes an arm back in, feeling around blindly for the hat, which somehow makes its way into his hand. 

Mingyu grins a little grin, feeling his canines press into his kiss-swollen bottom lip, and puts it on his head, his boots quiet as can be on the riverbank as he sets up his fishing gear. 

His wife needs some sleep, after all. 

AN: okayyyy i wanted to wait to post this until the anniversary of the first part but i figured i’ve taken long enough already! if you enjoy, pls reblog or comment with your thoughts and feelings!

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[midnightorchids]

Jason with a S/O who's studying to be a herbologist in college and is very much a plant parent? (basically huge plant science nerd)

They have so many plant babies in their apartment and care for them like actual children- Jason is plant dad :>

No because why is this me... I actually really wanted to study botany in university, until I realized that it's basically STEM and I'm a humanities girly lol! Also, I totally projected in this, but I hope it’s at least somewhat similar to what you’ve imagined!

I think Jason and his significant other have a small, but cosy apartment somewhere in the middle of Gotham. Their apartment exudes comfort. There’s a soft, dark green velvet couch in the living room with a pale pink Persian rug. The walls are covered in both art work and prints, as well as photos of the two of them. There’s a small dining table in the corner, with two chairs and there’s books scattered all around the tiny house. There’s also always jasmine incense burning.

But by far the most impressive part of their home is their plant collection. The main entrance is covered with vibrant green vines of a pothos plant and the kitchen has a fresh herb garden. There’s also a small pot of green onions near their coffee machine and three mini cacti sitting on the kitchen window sill.

There’s a pale green and white spider plant in each bathroom and a huge, bulky snake plant in their bedroom. There’s also multiple aloe vera plants sitting in various corners of their home.

Jason is very strict on his plant care, they are his children. He has alarms set on his phone that remind him to feed and water the different plants. Most of the plants are very low maintenance as he doesn’t always have the time to care for them.

His partner, who’s studying plant science at the Gotham University, takes care of the plants when Jason cannot, it’s a team effort.

His significant other spends long hours at the university working with different plants in their labs and they love bringing that knowledge home. Jason always listens keenly and makes comments to show his interest.

The pair go on dates to various floral shops in the city. Jason’s face lights up when his partner tells him the names of the different plants or mentions a fun fact about their species. Sometimes, this turns into a little game for the two of them. They try to see who can name the most plants and the loser has to buy them ice cream on their way home. Spoiler alert! Jason almost always loses.

Jason and his significant other love plants and they’re genuinely the best parents a plant could ask for!

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[doodle-pops]

Caranthir with Pregnant Reader and as a Father

Request: May I request a headcanon about Caranthir expecting kids? How would Cara react to the news? And how would he behave with his wife (reader) and his kid? (I think Cara would be an amazing father ^_^ I love him so much) – anon

A/N: I know you suggested reader with multiple pregnancies like twins or triplets, however, I decided to settle on just one baby for a start. I’d be happy to write a headcanon with him expecting twins another time.

➽ The idea of you becoming pregnant is certainly a distant dream of his which recently came into reality. The words leaving your lips with a smile while cradling your non-existent bump leaves him speechless.

➽ Quickly Caranthir falls into silence which prompts humour in your mind at his facial expression. In his mind, he was attempting to figure out just how much luck he was capable of having—first courting and marrying you, now having a child.

➽ When he breaks out of this trance, he rushes forward to embrace you in a supportive hug and reaches his hands downwards to your non-existent bump while whispering praises and thanks for such a priceless gift.

➽ Through your pregnancy, Caranthir becomes more doting. He finds it difficult to deny you anything you request since he wants to ensure your comfort during the entire duration. The only things he denies you are your weird cravings ‘if’ you have any. You will not be spared a look of judgment as he watches you eat a banana in tomato sauce.

➽ Consult the healers to learn all about dealing with your pain and nausea, all the herbs that are safe to make tea with or rub on your skin as it stretches and if your cravings are…acceptable.

➽ All your clothes will be tailored to fit your body as your stomach enlarges, and he will also participate in frequently tailoring new dresses of the same high quality, so you don’t have to wear less than what you deserve. However, you prefer to wear lighter materials since your stomach weighs you down.

➽ His hand will be on your belly often as he speaks to your unborn child, speaking to them of what their parents are like, how much he adores them already, or how miserable their mummy can be at times. It brings him the utmost joy when he feels them wiggling around whenever he speaks or rubs your tummy.

➽ When the baby does arrive, let’s not pretend that he was impatient and angry during your labour because you were in pain and he couldn’t take it away, he waits until you have fallen asleep to steal the baby away. Cooing silently and playing with each finger and toes, he’ll introduce himself to his child in a soft voice.

➽ Speaking of Caranthir sewing, he’s going to be making clothes for the baby so you or he and your little one can match. Tiny robes adorned in exquisite embroidery or lavish beads would be placed on tiny mannequins. He comes in every other week to show off the new dress or tunics he made like the proud father he is.

➽ He’ll accompany you on walks when he can, and ask the guards or your handmaids to assist when he cannot. It’s worse when he’s in the middle of a meeting and one of your handmaidens walks in to inform him that you’ve disappeared to walk alone. He drops everything to go find you chilling in the garden at peace.

➽ Moryo cannot help himself from releasing a string of words that expresses his concerns before rushing over. “Weren’t you in a meeting with officials?” “Yes, but it doesn’t matter, I’m here now. Shall we continue the walk?”

➽ This occurs frequently which prompts his meetings to be rescheduled and you annoyed at his hovering. You have to remind him that you aren’t handicap and you’re capable of managing on your own perfectly.

➽ “Hello little one, I’m your atar.” In between, he pauses to check if anyone caught him being all soft with his little one.

➽ For the early months when it came to caring for them, he helped out after turning to the healers for guidance. If they woke up crying, he would sprint from the bed to comfort which led to exhaustion before the day was over after walking multiple times a night.

➽ He keeps the existence of your child a secret from his brothers, except Maedhros, Maglor and the twins who would send gifts for your little one in the form of jewellery (obviously) and clothes.

➽ Throughout their life, Caranthir does his best to keep the outside world away from them, solely due to the reputation his house has earned for themselves. When they’re older, he would speak with them should they ever confront him about rumours and whatnot.

➽ His little one is his second weakness who could do almost anything and he would simply smile at them affectionately. He hates to be the one to scold them since he doesn’t want his temper to light up or appear as the bad guy–you’ll have to be the one to do the scolding.

➽ Note that your child will be spoilt from birth, and you cannot tell Caranthir to ease up because he will give you the look. “How can you tell me not to spoil my own child? I mean look at them! They deserve to be given everything.” He says as he makes them wear a bracelet which gets slobbered in drool.

➽ Should they ever cry, the entire palace gets shut down to assess the situation. “Who made my little pumpkin cry?!” Your little one made themselves cry by performing their acrobatics believing they were invincible.

➽ Moryo adores hosting conversations with his little one even though all they do is babble gibberish. “Oh really?! Ammë didn’t give you a kiss this morning? I know right! Mommy’s horrible! You should bite her next time. Oh, you will? I support!”

➽ Sometimes when you’re searching for your little one, it’s because they’re curled up in Caranthir’s lap while he’s busy writing up tax reports or speaking to an official. He’s nonchalant when it comes to what they do; they could tug or chew his hair, yank his circlet off his head, tug on his necklace (says something about always ordering better ones) or dribble all over his clothes.

➽ Does not allow anyone else to hold his child except you or his two older brothers, and even then, he HOVERS. He gets teased for how soft he has become for his little one by his brothers. They’ll reminisce on Moryo when he was little and whether or not his baby shares similarities.

➽ As your child grows and learns of the world around them, Caranthir ensures they are blessed with the best scholars and their interests are respected. Whatever trade they wish to embark on, he supports and solidifies their foundations, so they can excel.

➽ He’s proud of their accomplishments and boasts about them, even hosting celebratory dinners in their honour.

➽ He fears as they grow older and learn of the outside world, their views of him will change, and he isn’t prepared to face them on that topic. For now, he does his best to maintain a healthy relationship with them.

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[komotionlessqueenmm]

Gow magni,modi,baldur finding out their s/o is pregnant?

Aha more romantic headcanons!

Headcanon/Preference # 21

Pictures NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

Year posted - 2022

*Made the reader a goddess in this one.

| Magni |

• Tires desperately to resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, because he doesn't wanna hurt you or the baby.

• He's been dreaming of your future children since you agreed to court him, so to say he's excited is an understatement.

• He never realized just how deep his love for you runs until you're swollen with his child. I mean yea you're a goddess, but now you look so much more enchanting than ever before.

• You don't see the appeal considering how much your going through with the cravings, mood swings, aching feet, and sore back. But you appreciate the praise none the less.

• Which are constantly coming your way!

• Plus full body massages nearly every single night, because he knows how uncomfortable and sore you are with all the physical changes your experiencing.

• He loves telling your unborn baby stories, and he'll do it with anyone around, he gives zero fucks about what people might think.

• And at night he'll lay his head on your belly, supporting most of his own weight, and just murmur all sorts of endearing things to the baby.

• Magni brainstorms baby names for weeks with you. You both love so many of them that you simply can't decide. So you leave the final decision to the day their born.

• Magni is protective as fuck, and will do everything and anything you ask him. He's devoted to you and your comfort, so don't expect to be allowed to do much without him taking over so you can rest.

• He doesn't do this because he thinks you're not capable, he does it because he wants to help. You have the hardest part of the job in creating a baby, so he insists on helping as much as he possibly can.

• When your baby is born you give birth to a daughter, and you name her Aina (meaning “forever”). And she's the perfect combination of you and Magni, and thankfully she was born smaller than you had initially anticipated considering Magni's size, though she was wasn't exactly tiny.

| Modi |

• Unlike his brother he cannot resist the urge to pick you up in his arms and spin you around, though he tries to be gentle about it.

• Modi honestly ends up super paranoid when you jokingly say that he might hurt the baby with how "rough" he was being.

• Even when you explain that it was a joke, he still takes the matter seriously.

• Now he's paranoid about potentially hurting you and the baby, so he's super super soft and gentle with you.

• Which is really nice at first, until it gets to the point when he's just constantly hovering, and not letting you do anything, and I mean anything.

• Gotta pee at 2am? Modi is carrying you to the washroom despite having just woken up because you simply moved.

• Attempting to gather herbs from your garden? Modi will pick you up off your knees and sit you somewhere comfortable, then proceed to do the work for you. Messily mind you.

• Using a knife to cut some meat for dinner? Nope not gonna happen, Modi will scold you like a child, and take the knife, doing the work for you.

• Does it matter that your a goddess, and perfectly capable of doing these things? Nope not at all.

• But you keep your annoyance to yourself, you know he's only trying to help, and you technically started this anyways.

• When the baby is born you give birth to a son, and you name him Steffen (meaning “crown”). He looks just like his father, but he has your nose, hair color, and uncanny smile.

| Baldur |

• Kisses you so fiercely that he takes your breath away, his hands braced against your hips, pulling you flush against him.

• Before you Baldur wanted nothing to do with children, mostly because of his curse.

• But he loves you with his entire being, and he would be over the moon to be the father of your children.

• Baldur is with you every step of the way, assisting you when needed, but letting you manage smaller tasks on your own. He knows how much you cherish your independence.

• Wishes more than ever that he could feel, he wishes to know what your swollen belly would feel like in his hands, and what it would feel like to feel the baby kick.

• Perhaps it's a blessing when he nicks his finger with your mistletoe hairpin, resulting in his curse lifting, and making it possible for him to feel all of these things.

• In that moment he's so beyond happy that you asked him to help with your hair, despite not being very good at styling it the way you wanted.

• He cries when he kissed you, your belly in his hands, and your baby kicking excitedly, as if it knew what had just happened.

• When the baby is born you give birth to twins, a boy and a girl. You name the girl Solveig (meaning “daughter of the sun”) and the boy Logi (meaning “fire”). She looks just like you, and he looks just like his father, it's uncanny, and little bit odd just how much she looks like you, and he looks like Baldur.

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[spark-my-nature]

The Greatest Show - DRW

I have nothing to say for myself except I regret nothing. Can you tell I love Danny? Enjoy, lovely people.

Words: 4.4K

Summary: Domestic bliss with Danny on a goofy, hot Saturday morning. Fluff, Smut, and more fluff.

Warnings: Sexual content, oral (f receiving), swearing, terrible jokes

The weekend gently woke you with rays of gold accenting yours and Danny’s bedroom. Letting your eyes stay closed, you hummed softly, rolling over to cuddle into your boyfriend’s warm arms. When you felt cool, empty sheets, your eyes opened with disappointment, and you glanced at the alarm clock.

11:13 AM

A good time to get up, you thought. Enjoying the freedom to sleep in but not wasting the day. Climbing out of bed and practically getting swallowed in one of Danny’s huge hoodies that you regularly stole, you went to track down your boyfriend. Padding down the hallway, letting your hand run along the wall peppered with bright, sunny artwork, you pulled the scrunchie out of your mess of a bun and shook your hair down messily around your face. You heard the low vibrations of your man humming to himself from the patio, occasional beatboxing softly accenting his little tune. A wide sleepy smile stretched across your face as you peeked around the corner into the kitchen, not wanting to alert him to your presence yet.

The angel you couldn’t believe you called your boyfriend pulled open the screen door that led to the small enclosed outdoor space off your kitchen. He closed it behind him with his hip, in beat with his little tune, holding some freshly cut chives. When you first moved in together, Danny let you design the area pretty much by yourself, and like the little goblin he affectionately called you, you’d transformed it into a luscious green garden patio. Little herb planters placed in strategically lit places, flowers wafting their sweet smell, windchimes and birdfeeders, all of it  encasing a small firepit with cozy chairs and a swinging bench. Danny had even squeezed in a grill, tucked non-descriptly in the corner, pulled out for the frequent evenings with the Kiszkas or your families.

When you came home and found Danny screwing the grill together with the tiny, provided wrench, you teased him about what a dad he was, swearing at the confusing instructions when he wasn’t ignoring them entirely. When he finished it, he insisted on christening the patio, immediately calling up the boys for an afternoon grill. While Danny did a liquor run, you picked up the food at the grocery store. And maybe there were some aprons on sale by the father’s day clearance shelf. Perhaps you picked up a delightfully tacky “Everybody Chill, Daddy’s on the Grill” apron with flames printed cheaply on the front. One might even go so far as to say you bought the matching hat. Waiting until the drinks had started flowing and the burgers sizzling, you came around behind Danny nonchalantly. Giving his hips a loving squeeze, he turned his head just enough to give your forehead an oblivious kiss. As he took a swig of his beer, you spread the apron across his front, tying it around his neck and waist before he could read the print. “Don’t wanna get grease on your shirt, baby,” you cooed, setting the hat atop his curls and darting away. Danny squinted suspiciously as the guys started to chuckle and duck their heads guiltily. Looking down and struggling to read upside down, he looked back up at you with a terrible attempt to appear angry. “When did you even get this?” You reclaimed your place beside Sam on the bench swing, accepting his high-five with a giggle. Later, once the departure of the Kiszkas restored peace and quiet, Danny and yourself had a little more grown-up fun, apron still on. Just the apron. The apron was never worn again, but the use of the name “Daddy” had become a staple.

Biting back a silly grin, you watched Danny open the fridge for some eggs, his head bopping slightly to his whisper-singing. He hadn’t bothered to put a shirt on, and you bit your lip despite the innocent situation. Listening intently, you had to bite down on the hood of the sweater to muffle a giggle. He was singing Taylor Swift’s new song, one you vaguely recognized from Tiktok. Still oblivious to your presence, he cracked a few eggs into a buttered pan. After he threw out the shells, he picked up a flipper and to your delight, sang into it like a microphone. “It’s me, Hi, I’m the problem, it’s me,” he dramatically crooned. You bit harder on the poor hoodie, desperately trying to remain unseen. Your adorable boyfriend adjusted the heat, bringing his make-shift microphone back up. “I stare directly at the sunnn but never in the mirror…” Danny moved to the cupboards to grab plates and cutlery. He giggled, actually giggled to himself, and pulled out two of your reusable straws. Using the counter as a practice pad, he started drumming the makeshift sticks along with his song. As he moved back to the eggs to check them, he drummed on each cupboard door and appliance on the way, an impromptu percussion solo apparently missing from Taylor’s song. Landing the downbeat on the edge of the stove, he vocalized an adorable “Tssssss” as he crashed his invisible cymbal.

Like a grand finale, he slid across the kitchen floor back toward the cutlery drawer with a flourish of his hands, and he put back the straws. Picking up the spatula in one hand and the handle of the frying pan in the other, he skillfully flipped the eggs in the air and set the pan back down.

Absolutely lost in your boyfriend’s show, your weight shifted unconsciously, causing the floorboard to creak under your foot. Danny screeched, the spatula clattering on the floor. You winced, hissing “shit-“ your gaze from the tool up to his bright red face, which he quickly hid behind his hands.

“How long were you watching that?” he groaned between his fingers. You couldn’t hold back the giggles anymore, trotting up to him and wrapping your arms around his middle. You lovingly kissed a whirlwind of light pecks all across his warm chest, smiling brightly. “I think a more prevalent question would be, why didn’t you tell me you were a Swiftie?” You peeled his hands off his face, bringing them to rest on your hips.

His cheeks flushed darker, “I am not a Swiftie,” he protested petulantly. You rested your hands on his shoulders. “Aw, Danny, you don’t have to hide it from me, I still love you,” you giggled. He rolled his eyes, squeezing your hips lovingly nonetheless.

“As if I could hide anything from you,” he teased, tickling your hips where he knew you couldn’t stand it. You doubled over in giggles, and Danny smiled at your laughter. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He shrugged, “Well lets see, you go through my closet and steal my clothes,” he slid one large hand flat up your back over your his shirt, “you always steal my phone because you can’t remember what songs you shazamed, plus you take a gazillion selfies every chance you get,” his hand cupped your cheek, his eyes crinkled affectionately, “and apparently you spy on me while I’m just trying to make my girlfriend breakfast.” He dramatically flew the back of his hand against his forehead. “Woe is me,” he fake-sobbed.

You giggled at his antics, standing on your tiptoes and kissing his jaw, the highest place you could reach. “Whatever is a poor boy to do?” you cooed in your best transatlantic accent. He looked back down at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes and a crooked smirk painting his perfect mouth. Before you could blink, he scooped you up effortlessly in his arms. “Wh- Danny!” you laughed. He set you on the counter beside the stove and tickled your sides. You were defenseless, your arms still wrapped around his neck, and you screeched, wiggling desperately away.

He cackled evilly, fighting off your weak defenses until he finally had mercy and slowed down. Swatting his big hands away defensively, you straightened and took them in yours, bringing them up between you and lacing your fingers together. As your breathless giggles faded, you looked up into his eyes and batted your eyelashes flirtatiously. Danny’s smile growing more crooked and dopey as his eyes trailed over your face, seemingly forgetting all about his prior shame as he got lost in your features. Your heart swelled the absolutely lovesick fool in front of you, butterflies fluttering in your stomach the way they did when you first met.

“Quit lookin’ at me like that, Wagner,” an empty threat in your voice. You leaned into him more, your legs pressed between his body and the counter. He leaned down, holding his weight with a hand resting on either side of you, squishing his nose against yours playfully.

“Why?” he mumbled, still trying to hold eye contact despite his proximity, making him look adorably cross eyed. You gave his lips a soft kiss, earning you a quiet hum of satisfaction. Pulling away and smacking his butt lightly. “Because if you keep it up, I’m gonna make you burn breakfast,” you winked.

He chuckled, shaking his head and sidestepping to flip the eggs. He grabbed the scissors out of the drawer and started snipping tiny pieces of fresh chives over the pan. “First she spies on me, then she threatens me… just trying to make my girl breakfast,” he mumbled with a smirk. You swung your legs and cocked your head, watching him cook with a wide smile.

“You’re so pretty,” you told him softly. The kitchen window let the warm sun rays in, backlighting his flawless profile, his honey-gold highlights parting the silky soft rings of curls. You smiled wider at the hint of a blush across his cheeks. He side-eyed you, putting the scissors away. “Says you, pretty girl.” He countered bashfully.

Your eyes trailed down his back, admiring him silently. He had been particularly feisty last night, evidenced by your own scratch marks littering his shoulders, and you shifted on your seat on the counter as you remembered. You watched the muscles flexing across his back while he worked casually, curls cascading messily, as usual, just completely effortless in his beauty. Your eyes dipped to his perfectly tight ass of their own accord, hidden behind the thin flannel sleep pants.

Danny perked up at your sigh, glancing at you over his shoulder, catching you ogling him shamelessly. He returned to the stove, flicked off the burner with a devilish smirk and set the lid over the pan. He turned to look at you, eyes darker than before when yours met his. An unspoken exchange shared between you both, a wordless confirmation, telling the other the depth of your craving. Before you could utter more than a gasp of surprise, his lips were on yours. Immediately you slipped your fingers through his enviously soft curls, and you eagerly returned his passionate kisses.

His large hands slid down your thighs to your knees, pushing them open and stepping between them, hungrily meeting your tongue with a soft groan. You scooted forward, hinting at him to touch you. Danny pulled back with a soft gasp for air, meeting your eyes hungrily.

“Barely awake twenty minutes, and you’ve already spied on me, delayed breakfast, and made me hard.” His voice had gotten even rougher, his eyes darting all up and down your body. You bit your lip looking down at the tent pitched in his low-hanging sleep pants. Your breathing hitched, loving what you do to him so effortlessly.

Your eyes met his heated gaze before spreading your legs farther, hiking up Danny’s hoodie around your hips, feeling the cool air hit your bare centre. Danny’s eyes landed between your legs, realizing you were panty-less, brows furrowing with a groan of desire. His nostrils flared, and he obscenely ran his tongue along his top teeth. “Breakfast can wait,” he huffed, falling to his knees before you. You dipped your own fingers between your legs, slowly pulling your fingers away a few centimetres, a string of your juices clinging between them and your swollen clit.

Danny’s jaw hung open, growling ferally before shoving your hand out of the way. He leaned in and buried his face in you. You moaned, your hand shooting to his hair for leverage. He slurped obscenely at your clit, sucking gently before lapping at it hungrily.

If someone asked you, what was the best view in the world? It was Danny’s eyes fluttering up to meet yours through his long dark lashes, the rest of his perfect face engulfed in your folds as he ate you out like a sinner asking for his God’s forgiveness. His hair framed his wild eyes, bunching around your thighs every time they closed around his head with pleasure.

You groaned when his lips gave you particularly nice suck, bucking involuntarily. “Mmmm… god you’re so good at this,” you told him, pride leaking into your tone. “’M so lucky.”

He mumbled lowly, directly into your pussy, refusing to leave for a second, “Yeah?” he slurped obscenely again, causing your eyes to roll back. “Daddy eats your pretty pussy good?” His hand finally joined the action, slipping two fingers into you and curling the way he knew you loved.

All you could manage was a pitiful whine and a nod. He scissored his long, rough fingers as he flicked his tongue expertly. He groaned into you, “…tastes so good, baby.” He pumped his fingers faster. “Can’t get enough, so fucking hot,” he moaned into your clit for emphasis, sucking rhythmically. Your jaw hung open at his words. Danny usually let actions speak for him, but when he talked dirty, oh good lord.

Watching your face contort in pleasure from his words, he continued, “…so sweet for me, spread out, so pretty and wet, fucking aching for daddy’s mouth.”

Oh. He was feisty this morning. Two can play at that game, though.

“Fuck yes,” you panted, gathering your little remaining composure. “This is what I think about. When I touch myself. Exactly this,” you stroked his head affectionately, the confession followed by a shy breathless giggle.

He seemed to enjoy this little revelation. Whimpering hoarsely, he laid his tongue flat and shook his face side to side. His eyes locked on yours, wordlessly letting you know that he loved it just as much as you. Your head tossed back in ecstasy. You knew he couldn’t possibly enjoy this more than you did, no matter how enthusiastically he devoured you every chance he got. His mouth was your second favourite sensation in the universe, losing rank only to his cock inside you.

Continuing your teasing, you moaned. “I imagine your mouth all over me, playing with it. Fucking myself, pretending its you instead. Makes me so fuckin wet,” you tugged at his hair, satisfied at the choked groan he released. You smirked, thoroughly enjoying lording your power trip on his libido.

But then Danny stood up, and a petulant whine died in your throat, seeing the completely insane-with-lust look painted on Danny’s face alongside your juices. You didn’t see that look very often. It only came out during certain situations, ones where you’ve driven him particularly crazy. You gulped, awaiting his next move. His wild looking eyes fell from your face to your sopping wet folds, still spread wide open to him. “Show me,” he growled as his eyes shamelessly raked up your body.

You looked at him, lost.

“Show me how you touch that pretty pussy.” Danny’s command was low, but left no room for argument. Your breathing hitched, the sudden realization that he’d never actually seen you do that. In person, at least. There were Facetimes while he was away before, glimpses and teases on snapchat, and the odd time he made you play with your own clit during sex instead of him. But you’d never just… masturbated in front of him.

Feeling strangely vulnerable, you blushed, searching his eyes for confirmation. He licked his lips and quirked an eyebrow at you. Noticing your hesitation, his eyes softened back to the gentle Danny you knew. “Is that alright baby?” he rested his hand on your thigh. You nodded, cracking a shy smile, “Just… haven’t… y’know, done that before. In front of you,” you giggled breathlessly, looking down.

Danny smiled wide, tilting your chin up to look at him. “You wanna?” he asked, an adorably hopeful look on his face. You nodded bashfully, “Can we go to the bedroom though? M’ gonna go numb from the counter.”

He chuckled, effortlessly picking you up and carrying you back down the hall. You bit your lip, thoroughly appreciating his strength for the millionth time. It never got old, the way he could just toss you around like a feather, and apparently it worked for him too, judging by the way his hands groped at your ass.

He dove his face into your neck, sloppily lavishing every inch of skin, blindly kicking open the bedroom door and tossing you back onto the bed. You giggled from the drop, returning Danny’s excited, lustful smile. You held eye contact as you scooted back up to lean against the pillows, keeping your knees closed to his watchful gaze.

Danny smugly cleared his throat, shooting you a shit-eating grin. He settled on his knees at the foot of the bed, opposite you. He raised his eyebrows, flicking his gaze pointedly from your closed knees and back, suggestively biting his lip. You blushed and giggled, “Oh, sorry, did you want something?” His hand rested casually over the cock-shaped mass straining his pant leg. He leaned his head back, palming himself slowly, lidded eyes trained on you intensely. “You got your little show this morning, princess,” he purred, “now I want mine.”

Deciding to tease him a little longer, you cooed seductively, “Say please.” Danny swallowed, watching your hand tease along your thigh. “Please, princess. Let me see,” he growled lowly.

You nodded softly, finally letting your knees fall open. Danny’s breath caught in his throat, choking back a moan. A small part of you felt so treasured and lucky, the fact that he’d seen you naked so many times, but you still captivated him like this. A bigger part of you felt faint with desire.

You watched his eyes track your hand as it slid from your knee down along your inner thigh. You squeezed the soft flesh, sighing softly. Lower, your hand slipped, barely brushing your vulva and slipping up to grip the hem of the hoodie. Too heated for clothes, you pulled it over your head, your breasts falling with a jiggle. Danny groaned under his breath, squeezing his erection.

You layed back down, straightening one leg out and keeping the other bent at the knee. Your inactive hand came up to toy with your breast, squeezing, while the other finally reached its ultimate target. He licked his lips, hardly breathing while he watched. Your middle finger pad brushed over your clit, slipping down over your entrance. You barely slipped in your middle and pointer fingers before tantalizingly dragging them back upwards, spreading your lips open more along the way. Landing on your clit, you circled them slowly, letting a whiney sigh escape your lips. Your other hand toyed with your hardened nipple. Danny’s jaw hung open, zeroed in on your fingers. Rather than feeling exposed, you felt empowered. You had him in the palm of your hand in this moment, and you felt so powerful and sexy.

You circled your clit a little faster, whimpering softly. Danny began panting softly and you noticed his hand stroking up and down his clothed erection with more conviction. You briefly flicked your fingers across your clit side to side, gasping, and returned to your circular motions. “Mmm… Danny…” you breathed, your head lolling back. He let out a pained grunt, and you felt him stirring before you. Opening your eyes, you saw him untie his sleep pants and slide his hand southward out of sight. His fist moved lazily beneath the flannel, his breathing ragged.

“You look so fucking hot,” he strained, brows knitting together. You smirked lazily, dipping lower to slip two fingers inside. He whined, jerking himself off harder, his expression so ungodly sexy. You fucked yourself steadily, bucking your hips to stimulate your clit against the heel of your hand. Your free hand cupped and groped at your breast, teasing your nipples.

You nodded to his hand in his pants. “No fair. I wanna see too,” you bit your lip. He nodded, pausing to lift up and shove his pants down past his thighs. His hand wrapped around his red leaking cock, stroking languidly with a tight grip. You groaned at the sight, fucking yourself faster. Danny smirked. “You like that?” He twisted his fist around the tip of his cock, palming the head with a close-lipped grunt. You nodded, pathetically whimpering, “Mmhmm.”

You watched in awe as his other hand joined the fun, cupping his own balls as he jerked himself. He huffed, chewing his lip and screwing his eyes shut. You felt your orgasm brewing, unable to tear your eyes away from his engorged length. Every part of him was so perfect, the way the delicate skin bunched around the head of him at the peak of every stroke. The lightly trimmed black hair framing his thick base. His strong, muscular thighs clenching and unclenching with pleasure as he bucked into his own hand. The muscles of his abdomen, decorated with the dark happy trail, doing the same. Danny was a fucking stallion, wild and dark, perfectly lean and powerful, with a gentle, warm soul. Amidst the insatiable need, you felt a rush of adoration for him as he knelt at your feet, chasing his own pleasure.

He threw his head back, sending curls flying just as they did onstage while he performed. Instead of beating his drums, he was beating-

You giggled breathlessly, quickly biting your lip. Dannys eyes shot to you, his hand faltering as he smirked, confused. “What?” You shook your head, “Nothing.”

He let go of his aching cock and crawled over you, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. Face to face, he held himself above you. “Tell me,” he whispered, smiling.

You giggled, rolling your eyes at yourself. “Just a stupid joke I just thought of,” you lifted up to kiss him, but he arched away from you teasingly. “Go on then,” he smiled wider. You blushed, shaking your head, “Nooo its so stupid-“ “I wanna hear it anyway.” You looked away from him, trying to hide your face in his hanging curls.

“Instead of beating the drums, you’re beating…” you giggled shyly, trailing off. Danny paused, realization kicking in. He burst out laughing, you quickly joining him. He sat upright, holding his stomach as he calmed down.  He shook his head, eyes crinkled and he grinned down at you. “You’re right, that was stupid.” You shoved his chest playfully, and he giggled, leaning over you once more. “Leave it to you to think of ‘beating my meat’ in the middle of that,” he teased.

You giggled and cupped his face, pulling him towards you. “Couldn’t help it, y’looked like you do when you’re drumming,” you mumbled, eyeing his face, desire relighting the moment. Danny smirked, brushing his lips against yours. “You and my drum faces, I swear,” he whispered, finally kissing you.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your legs spreading under him to tangle around his. He smoothed one large warm hand down your front, squeezing your boobs. He moaned into your mouth, tongues slipping feverishly.

Another reason you loved Danny so much, this freedom to be goofy in the bedroom without it killing the mood. You two easily slipped between teasing playfully and teasing sexually, laughter flowing as easily as your moans.

His hand impatiently slipped between your legs, far beyond the point of teasing. He rubbed your clit in the perfect motion he knew so well. You gripped his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and planting hot, open-mouthed kisses along the taught muscles. His fingers plunged into you, twisting and curling skillfully. You cried out, biting his shoulder gently. “Danny please-“ you moaned. “Please fuck me, need you. Need you so bad.”

Danny leaned up and kissed you desperately, his hand leaving you to quickly replace it with his aching cock. He immediately sunk into you with an animalistic groan, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Fuuuuuuck fuck fuck fuck baby,” he growled, beginning to thrust steadily. You whimpered, moving your hands to cup his jaw, guiding his lips to yours. He fucked you at a steady tempo but plunging deeply each time. Slow but hard, passion guiding his hips like a metronome. As your lips matched the same intensity, you began bucking your hips up to meet his, already feeling your orgasm rekindling after being so close before. Danny’s hair swayed in rhythm all around your head, and his soft moans and grunts in between kisses spurred you on.

“Dannyyyy,” you whined into his mouth, “so close, please don’t stop”

He groaned loudly, feeling you clenching around him, his own peak approaching. “Fuck me too-“ he gasped and leaned his forehead against yours, relentlessly pounding into you. “Cum for me, please baby, love you so much, cum all over me,” he panted. You cried out, orgasm hitting you like a truck, pathetically writhing under him as it washed over you in waves. Danny’s eyes rolled back, a feral growl rumbling out of his chest as he shot his load into you. Slowing down his thrusts, he finally pulled out with a shuddery sigh, nestling beside you. You rolled and curled into his warm body, catching your breath. Your eyes fluttered open, watching as his did too, and you both smiled lazily at each other, chests heaving.

After a few minutes, you brushed his curls away from his face lovingly. “You think the eggs are still warm?”

He leaned into your touch with a soft smile. “Worked up an appetite, did we?” You nodded with a giggle. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then climbed out of bed, pulling his sleep pants back over his hips as he headed into the kitchen. You heard the clanking of plates, and he returned momentarily with eggs and orange juice in hand. You sat up and smiled brightly.

“Sex and breakfast in bed, is it my birthday?” He smirked, sitting next to you. “Well if it was, you are dressed appropriately.” You squinted at him, knowing he wasn’t finished. A goofy smile broke across his face. “Yknow, cause you’re in your birthday suit?” You cringed, groaning dramatically. “That’s worse than my joke and you know it.”

He snickered at his own joke, bringing his fork up to your mouth. You took the bite, eyes twinkling with love for your dorky boyfriend.

The two of you ate together, bickering and laughing happily, just two idiots in love.

#danny wagner smut #danny wagner #danny x reader #danny gvf #daniel wagner #danny wagner fluff #greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van fluff #greta van smut #greta van fleet fan fiction #greta van fleet smut #greta van fleet fluff

[simstorian-blog]

Cacti Casa (V2) - NotSoBerry Mint Gen

(CC List + Links)

World Map: Oasis Springs

Area: Parched Prospect

Lot Size: 40 x 30

(3-bedroom, 2 Bathroom)

Gallery ID: Simstorian-ish

Packs Used

City Living

Get Together

Get To Work

Growing Together

High School Years

Island Living

Outdoor Retreat

Snowy Escape

Spa Day

Wedding Stories

Build Mode

Harlix – Bafroom (Used Throughout)

Harlix – Harluxe (Used Throughout)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 2 (Doors)

Harrie – Octave Pt. 4 (Wall Switch)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Plant, Plaster Wall)

Peacemaker – Atwood Living (Divider)

Peacemaker – Baton Siding

Peacemaker – Brick Wall

Peacemaker – Futura Living (Panel)

Peacemaker – Carpet

Peacemaker – Vintage Glamour Add- on (Solid Door)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Tiles)

Severinka – Jungle Wall

Syboubou – Bamboo (Floors)

Buy Mode

Awingedllama – Blooming Room Separated Plants

Awingedllama – Boho Living (Blanket)

BlueTeas – Milano Chair

BlueTeas – Samara Chandeliers

BlueTeas – Sheer Curtain

BlueTeas – Walt Ottoman

CharlyPancakes – Miscellanea (Book)

ClutterCat – Baby Boo (Bedding, Bed Frame, Coloring Book)

ClutterCat – Cozy Cocina (Sugar Bowl)

ClutterCat – Dandy Diary Bathroom (Small Mirror)

Cluttercat – Dandy Diary Pt. 2 (Wipes)

ClutterCat – Mellow Moods (BearWoolCap)

Harlix – Baysic Bathroom (Shower, Toilet Paper, Toilet)

Harlix – Jardane (Counters, Firepit, Grill)

Harlix – Kichen

Harlix – Livin’ Rum

Harlix – Orjanic Pt. 2 (Curtain + Rod)

Harlix – Tiny Twavellers (Canopy Medium)

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 1

Harrie – Brownstone Pt. 3 (Armchair, Canvas, Vase)

Harrie – Brutalist Bathroom (Shelves)

Harrie – Country Pt. 2 (Counters)

Harrie – Halycon (Kitchen Island)

Harrie – Kwatei Pt. 2 (Counters, Shelves)

Harrie – Shop The Look 1 (End Table)

Harrie – Spoons Pt. 3 (Sectional)

Harrie – Stockholm (Ottoman)

Felixandre – Chateau Pt. 4 (Basil, Rack)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 2 (Tray)

Felixandre – Colonial Pt. 3 (Plant)

Joyce – Simple Live Pt. 5 (Shower Gel)

Myshunosun – Serene Bathroom (Rug)

Myshunosun – Moonwood Garden (Picked Flowers & Herbs)

Peacemaker – Alesund Sectional

Peacemaker – Caine Living (Canvas)

Peacemaker – Hamptons Getaway (Jars, Towels)

Peacemaker – Kassova Sectional

Peacemaker – Kingston Dining (Dining Table, Framed Canvas)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Bedroom (Half Moon Headboard, Table)

Peacemaker – Kitayama Dining (Brush Strokes)

Peacemaker – Matilda Mudroom (Boxes)

Peacemaker – Vara Office (Computer, Desk Chair)

Peacemaker – Hinterlands Living (Fringed Pouffe)

Peacemaker – Adirondack Pt. 1 (Umbrella)

Peacemaker – Tasteful Tots

Pierisim – Calderone (Bedding)

Pierisim – David’s Apartment Pt. 2 (Bottles)

Pierisim – MCM Pt. 2 (Coffee Tables, Plant, Rug, Side Tables)

Pierisim – Oak House Pt. 4 (Vase)

Pierisim – Teeny Weeny (Diaper Set, Hanging Clothes)

Pierisim – Unfold (Pitcher)

Pierisim – Vera Bathroom (Hook, Robe)

Pierisim – Winter Garden (Old Rug)

PlushPixels – Hamptons

Ravasheen – Deja Brew (Coffee Jars, Sugar Packets)

Ravasheen – Hot Sim Disguise Clutter (Tray)

Ravasheen – Motivational Speaker

RusticSims – Kind of Modular (All Books)

Severinka – Dayana Poster

Severinka – Kamila Boho Lamp

Sooky88 – Leaning Framed Posters 2

Sundays – Pop! Pt. 1 (Throw Pillows)

Sundays – Sumbra Pt. 1 (Pillows, Rug, Throw Blanket)

Sundays – Swell Pt. 2 (Headboard)

Sundays – Yarra Pt. 2 (Duvet)

Syboubou – Dinosaur

Syboubou – Modern Easel

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 2 (Deco Jars)

TaurusDesign – Lilith Chilling Areas Pt. 3 (Pillows)

Tuds – NCTR (Fridge, Tray)

Tuds – SHKR (Stove)

Winner9 – Yokeda (Pendant, Wall Lamp)

Wondymoon – Potassium Blanket

Do NOT reupload my builds NOR claim them as your own. They take me hours to complete.

Tray Files: Download

#simstorian #cc #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #builds #sims 4 build #oasis springs #cacti casa #parched prospect #build

[gallusrostromegalus]

Updates from the garden of Berry-dise:

Squirrel Patrol is in top form this summer, with Charlie teaching Herschel the pincer manuver Arwen taught him for rabbits. Very nearly took one off the fence this morning, and my berries remain unmolested by tree rats.

Garlic, herb and Salad bed coming in nicely. Corn in the back row went in really late but is coming up well, alone with flower seedlings.

Lingon berries are throwing a tantrum because it hit 100F in the shade yesterday and they DID NOT CARE FOR THAT SHIT AT ALL. Cranberries are having a great time and have even set fruit.

Full sun bed doing ok and the black currants are setting roots properly. German chamomile is taking a while to really set up, possibly because it's competing with the horseradish, which set roots clear into the bedrock and is sending up runners.

Big Bed Blueberries doing well despite three of them pretending to be dead until last week. Added columbines and echinaceia to keep Charleston from digging it out and attempting to plant his toys. (He has a designated dig zone already)

Pillbugs very nearly took out all of my melons and pumpkins but a combination of dandelion bait/removal and coffee grounds around the stems seems to be protecting them. Crimsoned sweet seems to have gotten the concept in of the trellis, sugar baby is struggling.

Broccolini and dahlias doing well, as are the dinosaurs.

Lettuce seeds final came in, canteloupes seem determined to spread horizontally rather than up the trellis. Zip ties may be needed. Yes, Herschel follows me around like a tiny bodyguard. Who knows when the squirrels might attack!

Shallots are absolutely off the shits and I'm very proud of them. Pumpkin and other sugar baby are #suffering after the pillbugs

FINAL BED FINALLY INSTALLED. Husbeast very politely insisted that the Free Dirt be removed from the driveway so he could have D&D so I moved 2 cubic feet of dirt this morning and planted raspberries, blackberries, strawberry and coral bells for pollination.

#the garden of berry dise #dogs #charleston chew #herschel the hannukah goblin

[cleavetheclover]

okok, i have a cyphmen prompt for you, hope you look through it

how about omen/cypher buy a plant that represents the other? OMG it would be like "this plant is really you" and omggggggg skdkdjkskskdkskd

hehe thank you for taking your time with me

AHAAHAAAAA YOU HAVE ACTIVATED MY LOVE OF PLANTS YOU HAVE FALLEN FOR MY INVISIBLE TRAP AHAHAHHA

Jk I don’t know a whole lot about house plants, but I do know a little

For Omen: Siam Aurora/Red Algaonema

I think Cypher would say that the vibrant multicolor suits Omen well.

They’re relatively easy to care for and don’t cause a fuss with regular watering and good lighting (bright and indirect). I actually have one of my own!

Omen also has bonsais, as seen in one of the cinematic sms (forgot which). So clearly he knows what he’s doing when it comes to plants. I think he could definitely deal with more difficult/fussy plants if he so chose to. (Ahem, calatheas)

For Cypher: Jade Pothos

A classic beginner house plant that does well in low lighting. Cypher definitely wouldn’t know much about plant care, so this is well suited. He would appreciate the simplicity of it.

It would also be very obvious if the plant wasn’t doing well, in which case he would call Omen to come fix it as if he were a plant IT specialist.

Cypher would probably would keep this in his bedroom because his workshop definitely gets no lighting.

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Ok so now it is FANFIC TIME in which they go to something like Mahoney’s (basically Costco for plants), also I wrote this on the fly so it’s not that good

In this one they r an established couple because I said so hehehe

———————

Usually, Omen is the one hovering one step behind Cypher. He is usually so quiet, almost coming across as timid, when in reality he is simply a shy introvert who would rather let the talkative Cypher take the lead.

Not here, though. Omen is four steps ahead of Cypher, marching forward with a confidence the informant has never seen before. They pass the entrance, all the bouquets and flowers, and many smaller plants in tiny black pots.

Cypher almost stops to look at them, but Omen shows no signs of slowing down.

“Ignoring all those lovely plants, habibi?” The cadence of his melodic voice seems to ease some of the ever-present tension in Omen’s shoulders.

“Those are garden plants. Vegetables. Herbs.” To anyone else, the clipped reply would have been interpreted as aggressive and off-putting. To Cypher, this is no bother. Omen has trouble speaking, what with his barely-stable form. In fact, he finds it endearing that Omen elaborated so much. If he weren’t in a good mood, he simply would have pointed at the nearby sign that said ‘Outdoor Plants’ and left it at that.

“You look like a man on a mission. If I had known you’d like it here so much, I would have taken you a long time ago,” Cypher remarks. When Omen simply scoffs, he laces his hand in Omen’s and gives it a small tug to remind them to slow down. “My dear, the plants you are looking for won’t get eaten by bugs in the next minute. Slow down. Let’s enjoy the sun.”

Omen says nothing, but he does slow his pace a bit. As they continue their way through the enormous greenhouse (the first of many), he allows Cypher to pull him along in any direction like a child in a candy store. What’s this plant? What’s that? Do you like petunias? (No.) Although the wraith is here for the specific purpose of purchasing houseplants, he adores the curious look that lights up his lover’s eyes, and so he lets them be delayed.

It isn’t long before they get to the houseplants section. Omen takes the lead once again, Cypher following at his shoulder. The two of them stroll down the aisles, gazing at the rows upon rows of baby plants. Whenever Omen pauses for a long period, he can feel Cypher gearing up to ask him what he’s thinking about, as he always does. He decides to save the effort and simply say his thoughts aloud.

“Snake plant. Easy to care for. Not your style. You need softer leaves.”

“I need softer leaves?”

Omen simply brings his hand to brush against the snake plant and feel it’s rigidity. “You are more gentle than that. Your plant should be the same.”

“Oh,” Cypher says softly, abashed at the compliment. It was really so easy to get him flustered.

They pass a few more plants. Omen brushes his fingertips in the leaves, feeling the stems, idly checking the health of plants he will never buy. They are all in good condition, at least. This trip was not wasted.

“Jade pothos,” Omen declares triumphantly, holding it up to the light. He examines the underside of the leaves, gently punches the stems, and brushes the pad of his finger over the leaves. It was well cared for in this greenhouse, but it wasn’t particularly difficult to do that. Nonetheless, Omen deems it a suitable companion for his partner, and hands it off to him. “For you. Easy care. Simple design. Grows well.”

Cypher examines the plant, mimicking the motions Omen had just done but clearly without knowing what they did. It was endearing to see the information broker so confused when utterly outside his sphere of knowledge. It reminded Omen that even the world’s greatest mastermind still did not know everything.

“For me? I— you know I don’t have any plants. I’ve never even cared for one before!” Cypher protests.

“Beginner plant,” Omen states. “Your bedroom needs more life.”

“Ah! Excuse me, but my bedroom is plenty lively, what with all your midnight visits.” Cypher cries indignantly, then laughing while running a free hand down Omen’s back. Trust him to always take the path of innuendo rather than literal. Omen lets out a huff in lieu of actual laughter, and responds by putting his own hand on the small of Cypher’s back.

“Another kind of life, Amir.”

“Fine, I will take it. Anything for you, my dear.”

With the pothos secured in Cypher’s arm, they continue walking through the houseplants section.

“This one, for you?” Cypher points to a plant with bright dapples of pink on the small leaves. “Not every plant is just green and brown. It’s pretty and multicolored, like you.”

“Not elegant enough.” Omen says. “Too small.”

They keep going. The shadow already cares for bonsais and an assortment of other small plants. Today, he looking for something larger. A tree, maybe? A monstera would be too large, but he wants something like a money tree…

“How about this one?” It’s dark green with thin pink stripes on the leaves.

“Beautiful, but fussy.” Omen says. He hates feeling picky, but he really does want to get today’s choice right. “Calathea are tropical plants. Very specific light and soil requirements.” He turns the plant slightly and lifts some of the top leaves to reveal some yellowing leaves below. “Not a good choice for someone who is deployed every other week.”

“How about this one, then? It looks happy,” Cypher is now looking at the plants beside it. This one has a thick pink stem, large pointed deep green leaves with red margins. The tag reads “Red Algaonema.”

Tenderly, Omen examines the plant in the same way he did the pothos. Then, being unfamiliar with this particular plant, checked the tag for care instructions, and then checked to see whether the soil was the right mix.

“I think the red suits you. It’s bigger than the other one, and the stripes are cleaner than the dots on the other one,” Cypher explains, and the shadow can’t help but agree. Wow, his boyfriend really does know him well. Cypher has always been adaptable when it comes to new information, so Omen can’t say that he’s surprised. But he does appreciate the gesture nonetheless.

“Yes,” the shadow says, thumbing the leaves. “I like this one.”

The two of them stand there for a moment, admiring their selection. Cypher takes the opportunity to touch Omen’s plant and gauge its qualities and temperament. Again, not knowing what the hell he’s doing, but the effort is apploudable. Somehow, Omen knows he could care less about the plant itself, and is more excited for how the plant will keep Omen’s mood up. Omen can see it, in the thoughtful gaze the informant directs at the leaves. What else about the plant would have him go so quiet?

“I love you, Omen,” the words come spilling out of Cypher’s mouth so smoothly, as if his entire train of thought had come to that one sentence. It could be perceived as a sudden sentence, breaking the conversation about plants, but to Omen, it was only the rightful conclusion to Cypher’s inner dialogue. Of course his imagination and careful planning of Omen’s happiness was out of love, and of course he was going to say as such.

Omen has to stifle a laugh. Cypher, the hopeless romantic, who would take a ghost out on a date to a fucking greenhouse of all places, just because he wanted to see Omen’s confidence and knowledge blossom like a flower in spring.

“I love you too, Amir.”

#send asks #they are welcome #valorant #cypher valorant #omen valorant #shadowire #cypher/omen #omen/cypher #fanfiction #asks

[forgivemeforgetmenot]

Unwritten

(Cloud x Aerith Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Intoxicated

"Daddy!!" cried Marlene, dashing past a beaming Elmyra. Barret chuckled as he scooped up his daughter and kissed her tiny face.

"How you doin' baby girl? You been good for Elmyra, yeah?"

"Always, Daddy!"

The gang exchanged greetings as Aerith's mother ushered them inside the cozy cottage. "Something smells delicious," chimed Aerith, bouncing to the kitchen.

"You all are back just in time; I'm making Miso Yasai Ramen for dinner," Elmyra said. "Please, please, everyone, make yourselves comfortable. Wash up, unpack your things, and decompress. There's still some time before the food's ready."

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Ms. Gainsborough," Tifa exhaled. She ruffled Marlene's hair on her way upstairs, earning a giggle from the child clinging closely to Red XIII.

Cloud's eyes trailed after her as she vacated the room. They hadn't had the chance to talk since last night when she pelted him with Aerith-related questions and raced off. He nearly rose from his seat at the coffee table but decided to leave her be.

"Yeah," added Barret awkwardly, "Thanks again for keepin' an eye on my Marlene. I can't tell ya how much it… means to me."

Elmyra, now overlooking a pot on the stove, waved him off, "Oh, dear, I've told you repeatedly that you don't need to keep thanking me. Spending time with Marlene is a pleasure. She kind of reminds me of you when you were younger." She pointed a wooden spoon toward Aerith, spurring the brunette to smile.

"Marlene's far more well-behaved than I was," Aerith giggled, winking at her. Marlene laughed, mimicking her wink.

"Oh!" the little girl suddenly exclaimed, "Daddy, Elmyra helped me plant my first flower! Wanna see?"

Before Barret could respond, Marlene jumped up, grabbed her father's hand, and started pulling toward the door. "Come too, Red!" Marlene pleaded to the smiling beast.

Red nodded, "Aye, aye, captain," and casually followed the two outside.

"Did you plant azaleas?" Aerith asked her mother, strolling over to the table. Although all the seats were empty, she picked the spot closest to Cloud's; he swallowed.

Elmyra eyed her daughter, then smiled tenderly. "Actually, yes. I don't know why I still feel surprised after all these years."

"Surprised? About?" Aerith repeated, tilting her head.

"About your intuition," she laughed.

Aerith smiled, facing Cloud. "Azaleas represent family and unity. Planting them is a good reminder for Marlene that even though Barret can't always be here physically," Aerith placed her hand gently on his chest, "he'll always be right there."

His heart raced; he hoped she couldn't feel it pounding against her palm. Embarrassment flushed Cloud's cheeks, forcing him to avert his gaze. He hated it when she did things like this, especially in front of others."You've been awfully quiet this evening, Cloud," commented Elmyra.

"Cloud's always quiet," Aerith teased, nudging him.

"Well, you talk enough for the both of us," he retorted. Elmyra emitted a hearty laugh as Aerith feigned a hurt expression.

"Oh, you. Don't act like you aren't hanging onto every word."

He blushed, then ascended to his feet. He needed a break from all of Aerith's poking and prodding. "I'm going to wash up," Cloud announced shortly before escaping to the restroom.

After devouring Elmyra's delectable meal, the group migrated outside to relax. The Gainsborough's property was already breathtaking during the day; it appeared like a page torn out of a fairytale book Barret might read to Marlene at night.

Fireflies floated to and fro, illuminating the massive garden with an ethereal glow. The air smelled of fresh flowers and herbs; Cloud inhaled deeply, relishing in the sweet aroma; its ambiance soothed him in a way no other place could.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Marlene wordlessly slip her hand into Aerith's, guiding her out of sight. "Probably showing off her Azaleas," Red remarked, sidling beside Cloud.

"Mm," he nodded.

"Don't be jealous; I'm sure she'll show you too," he joked.

Marlene had warmed up to Cloud considerably over the last several months, but he could tell she was still somewhat leery of him. He was never a people person, but kids were the ultimate test of patience. "Don't care. Flowers aren't my thing anyway," he replied nonchalantly.

Red chuckled, "Maybe if you were more honest about the fact that you do care, she'd braid your hair and pick flowers with you too."

"And she'll treat me like a housecat like you, too? No thanks," Cloud quipped.

Red smiled, his eyes trailing after the fireflies, "It's not what you think. Caring doesn't make you weak. It's okay to be transparent about it. In fact, people tend to like it."

"I don't care what people like," the merc folded his arms.

Aerith and Marlene reemerged hand-in-hand. Cloud followed the Cetra's every movement. Marlene started bouncing beside her, urging her to "dance" with the fireflies. Aerith gleefully complied, and the two twirled around, laughing. 

"Are you sure about that?" Red smirked, sauntering past Cloud and over to the girls. After some convincing, Tifa and Barret joined the trio. Cloud observed as they pranced around each other, laughing without a care.

Aerith caught him watching and waved him over. Cloud looked away shyly; he'd rather dive headfirst into a pool full of lava than ever dance again. 

Aerith abandoned the frolicking group and advanced toward him. Before she could speak, Cloud was already shaking his head. "No, no, no," he stated firmly, backing away from her.

She sped up and seized his hand, giggling, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Aerith," he complained as she jerked him closer.

"Cloud," she imitated his tone, swaying their arms back and forth playfully, "Come ooon! All of Midgar knows how well you can dance; you can't just squander your talent away brooding in the shadows."

Without further protest, he allowed the exuberant woman to position his hand on her waist. She placed a hand on his shoulder and interlocked her other with his. They clumsily wobbled around; Cloud nervously followed her lead as they rocked back and forth.

Aerith giggled, gazing into his eyes as they danced. Cloud worried he was blushing; he wanted to avoid her face but, for some reason, couldn't pry himself away. Her green eyes glimmered as bright as the lightning bugs encircling the pair. Mesmerized, his bottom lip dropped slightly,

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Hm?" he replied, transfixed.

"Your face; you look thoughtful. Wistful," Aerith specified, still guiding their haphazard movements.

"I'm…not thinking anything."

It wasn't entirely dishonest. Cloud felt disoriented. Anxious? No, intoxicated. He wasn't exactly thinking anything specific, but his being was overwhelmed with feelings—sensations he wasn't sure how to convey. "Hmm," she eyed him skeptically.

Feeling overwhelmed, Cloud pulled away abruptly. He glanced at the house as Aerith whined. "We didn't even do the Moogle Dance!"

Cloud rasped, striding past her. He noticed Tifa staring glumly. Earlier, she looked so joyful with their friends. What happened? "Going to bed?" she asked softly as he walked toward the door. Barret, Marlene, and Red were still bopping around happily.

He nodded, uncertain of what to say to her. Should he ask what's wrong? Should he address last night? He feared saying something that might make her feel worse. Instead, he sat down silently beside her on the porch. "Tired of dancing?" Cloud asked while observing the others. His eyes instinctively drifted to Aerith, now gazing up at the sky.

"Kind of," Tifa laughed, then added, "How about you? You were really grooving over there."

"I was being held hostage," he muttered, lounging.

"I don't know. You looked like…you were having fun to me," Tifa reflected quietly.

Cloud studied her. She altered her sorrowful expression with a smile, "It's nice. You know, to see you loosen up."

"You just enjoy watching me make a fool of myself."

"That too," Tifa giggled.

The two friends sat in silence for a moment. Then Cloud asked, "You okay?"

The question seemingly startled Tifa, who stood almost immediately. "Yeah, of course," she smiled, "Just tired."

Cloud nodded slowly, hesitant to accept her excuse. 

"I'm gonna try to get some sleep," she decided, "Goodnight, Cloud."

"Night," he replied.

Tifa stepped to the door but paused before twisting the knob. Cloud expected her to say something else, but she finally went inside without another word.

Gradually, everyone else filed inside. First, Barret and Marlene. Shortly after, Red XIII. A half-hour later, Aerith approached the porch with a peaceful smile. "Are you stargazing too?" she asked, plopping beside him.

"Something like that." Truthfully, he'd been watching her more than anything else out there. 

"Oooor, are you avoiding sleep?"

Cloud looked at her with a curious expression and asked, "What?"

Aerith met his gaze, "You won't have any nightmares here. Promise."

He diverted his view upward to spot a patch of shimmering stars.

"Do you trust me, Cloud?"

The question caught him off guard, "W-What?"

"Do you trust me?" she reprised, leaning closer.

"Of course," he replied, to his surprise, without hesitation.

"Good!" Aerith beamed, slipping her hand into his and guiding him to his feet.

"Where are we going," he questioned. She pulled him down a path and to a cluster of pink Azaleas.

"Marlene asked me to show you. Aren't they so beautiful?"

"Yeah, they're um… pretty," Cloud awkwardly agreed.

He scanned the flowers surrounding them and settled on a patch of yellow lilies—the same flower Aerith gifted him when they first met.

"Are those your favorite?" she asked, noticing.

Cloud folded his arms, "Dunno."

"Do you remember what they symbolize?" she asked, plucking one and placing it on his chest, just as she had done a lifetime ago.

"Reunion," he answered, lifting his eyes from the flower to her.

"That's right!" she said merrily, "Now for your prize."

Before he could respond, Aerith's pursed lips were pressed to his cheek. The kiss was mere centimeters away from the corner of his mouth. For a moment, Cloud wondered if she'd intended something more intimate. Part of him was relieved she missed her potential mark; another part felt…disappointed?

Her hands lingered against his chest, careful not to crush the yellow lily she gave him. Cloud swallowed hard, voiceless. Stop doing that, he should tell her. You mess around too much. 

Cloud's eyes descended to her mouth. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling okay, Cloud? You look a little sweaty."

He grabbed her wrist, pulled it away from his face, and held it. "Stop doing that," he scolded.

"Doing what?"

"You know what," he griped, still clutching her.

Aerith's head tilted to the side with a confused expression.

Cloud scowled, clarifying, "You can't just… go around touching and kissing people like that."

Aerith laughed, "You're not people, silly."

"I'm not," Cloud paused, unsure how to express his issue, "I'm not your boyfriend."  

For the first time in a long time, Aerith broke eye contact first, her gaze plunging to the ground. Her usual warm smile vanished. Had he hurt her feelings? "I didn't realize it bothered you," she said quietly.

He lowered her arm to her side before letting go. The desire to hold her bubbled inside of him; Cloud wasn't a physically affectionate person or affectionate, at all. Comforting people wasn't his specialty; fighting was. Right now, however, he felt the impulse to at least try. Take it back. Tell her you don't mind. Hug her.

Cloud only stared at her, "Aerith…"

"I know," she said with glistening eyes, "you're not my boyfriend." Much like Tifa had done earlier that evening, Aerith disguised her sorrow with a smile and a joke, "You're my bodyguard!"

She brushed past him; he turned and recaptured her arm, suspending her. She pivoted to face him and smiled, "Bedtime, Cloud."

"Just wait," he ordered.

"For?"

"I…don't mind. Not really," The confession rolled from Cloud's mouth as though he'd been struggling to cough up a boulder.

"Jeez, Cloud," Aerith playfully pouted, "Make up your mind; now you're confusing me."

"I'm confusing you?" he scoffed. Says the woman who can't keep her lips to herself.

Cloud groaned, released Aerith, and plodded past her. He didn't get paid enough for this. Or at all, actually.

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[brightgnosis]

I'm still incredibly ambivalent about taking over the Farm. There's just so much work to be done, and I don't know if it'll ever truly actually be livable; like what if they're never even able to put it back on the foundation properly and we do so much work for nothing?

Plus, it's so far out there. I mean, yeah, I grew up in the country. But this'll be the furthest out that I'll've ever lived if we take it over. And the prospect of being so far out your roads aren't even named anymore is so daunting to me; at least my childhood road still had a name, and I could still walk into town if I wanted to, you know?

Not having a Tornado Shelter, too, is also terrifying. Like, I know the house up the hill has one. But I'm incredibly uncomfortable not even having so much as a Root Cellar on our own property. Especially with my PTSD, and with being so far from any actual civilization out there.

ETA: I'm also scared that, knowing how my Mother in Law is, and how attached she really is to the farm ... Once we begin repairs and we start making design decisions about how things go, in an effort to make it ours, she'll either meddle in them in her obnoxious, neurotic kind of way- or she'll get mopey and act like a child about it when she doesn't like something we choose. Because she does still see the Farm as "her baby" and really wishes she could move back out there. And I really don't want to play tug-o-war with her over whether or not the house is truly ours. I had enough of that kind of control over my own house with my parents holding our last house over our head with a "well we gave it to you therefore you can't kick us out of it".

And then there's the potential that the Mountain Lion's still out there, too. Which I'm fine with; I don't want to harm it. It has as much right to exist out there as we do ... But how do you coexist with something like that in a way that gives both of you the right amount of space and protects both of you? Coyotes I'm used to. A Mountain Lion's a different beast entirely. I have no idea how to interact with them.

But at the same time, I've come to realize that I also can't say I'm not excited about it, either? Especially just being in close proximity to all the land. Like, we're inheriting the 50 acres with or without the House, either way. But with the house, if we can get it fixed up, would be so nice, so that we don't have to keep driving out there. I could actually do all of the projects we've been considering over the years, but which we've never been able to because the commute is just too much on top of everything else.

Just ... The prospect of having enough land to plant the Orchard. To have both my Rose Garden and my Peony Garden (and being one step closer to earning my proper Rosarian title as a result). To really dig into the soil and have the space to fight tooth and nail to get better at Vegetables and break our stalemate finally. To have my different Herb gardens instead of trying to shove it all into the same tiny space ... Potentially having a Moon Garden ... Not to mention all of the Lilacs and Forsythia, St. John's Wort, and even some of my own Bridal Wreath Spirea that I could plant finally.

The way I could also take walks out into the pasture and have so many more opportunities for Native Identification that I just can't get here, too. Being in proximity to Locust trees again, finally (my babies). The opportunity to restore some of the acreage back into- and then manage- a proper TallGrass Prairie, even, like what should be out there! Finally being more able to manage all the Bradford Bastards in the pastures, too, that desperately need to go (as well as the Cedars). Being able to fix the Pond, stabilize the creek bed, and take care of the Ravine, too ... There's so much, ecologically, in regards to restoration work and rewilding, and being able to put my old work as a Civilian Conservationist back to work.

Also won't lie. My Husband definitely did also kind of use me finally getting to have my Flock as a way to get me out there, too. He even agreed to Guineas and a Goat, though he hates them. I don't know if I'd actually get a Goat. But I'd really look forward to having my Ducks, and my Geese, Guineas and Quail, and even some Pheasants back. And being out that far I could even participate in the Prairie Chicken rebreeding project I want to participate in to help with Rehabilitation, and I'd be so happy about it.

Not to mention the house, if it's possible to fix it up, is small and it's only one story; it's a fairly classic single story farmhouse from the mid to late 1800's in terms of size. Which is exactly the size I wanted when we moved again ... I didn't want to move into anything that was too big for me to upkeep with my Disabilities- especially since they've gotten worse since the last time we lived on our own, because of Covid. And if we do decide that we need more space, we can always convert the Garage into another section, since there's like 3 Barns on the property and we don't actually need the Garage.

Eta: Also, just having a proper pantry again- but specifically a walk-in pantry that I can divide up between food and my Herbs? And being able to convert the Kitchen back into at least a semi-unattached Kitchen- because I've always wanted an unattached Kitchen? Plus it has this absolutely giant screened in porch where I could have all my more sensitive potted plants. And I could sit and be far more comfortable out of the heat, away from the mosquitoes. And have a porch swing back again like I did in my childhood- which I've missed more than anything in every house I've lived in since?

Idk, the more I think about it, yeah. I'm still absolutely terrified about the prospect. And there are so many concerns, and hoops to jump through, and all that. But it's also actually exactly what we've been looking for for a while now; when we go down the list of everything we want in a home, when we discuss where we're going to move next, and what we're looking for in our forever home if we could find it and ever actually had the chance ... Like ... This is it, give or take a couple things here or there- like a fireplace (it has a wood stove), and a shelter or basement (it has neither).

Idk. Just kind of brain dumping thoughts about it.

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[ecileh]

a court of rage and fire

sup nestas and nerises, i’m writing a fanfic that is basically just how i wanted acosf to go (feat nesta rage betrothal to eris). some of y’all might appreciate so i wanted to share here. the first chapters are up on ao3

this is an AU that diverges from canon acosf at chapter 58, beginning with the day after winter solstice. there is no deus ex machina or gaping plot hole coming to rescue characters at the last moment. character decisions have final and far-reaching consequences. some of your faves may die, and they cannot be saved. the stakes are high; proceed accordingly.✨

here’s an excerpt:

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Prythian, the day after Winter Solstice.

Her arms filled with a motley assortment of rectangular packages, Nesta rested a moment on the porch of the River House. Despite her overall glowing feeling of love for the Night Court this morning, she still felt a tiny inkling of anxiety. She had never called on the court unannounced. Even though the last few days had passed rather pleasantly, did they really want to see more of her? Even if she came bearing tokens of good will?

She had passed the morning in the bookshop, spending the first dozen or so of the credits Feyre and Elain had given her on everyone but herself. A thick book of what her human family would have called fairy tales—did Fae still call them fairy tales?—with whimsically painted illustrations, for Feyre and Rhys. Not technically for the baby, as it was ill luck to gift before birth, but she hoped they would read the stories to the child. A guide book of herbs and their magical and mundane uses, so old it was browned by time, for Elain. Fashion history for Mor, though Nesta supposed five-hundred-year-old Mor had already lived through much of it. A gilded stationery set for Amren to write letters to Varian. As for Azriel and Cassian, she was not entirely sure if they read much, other than dull strategy books, of which there were few in the bookshop. They did try to encourage pleasure reading there, after all. But the bookshop had allowed her to use credits toward the confectioneries they sold in the little reading lounge in the front of the store. She had noticed from their meals together in the House of Wind that Azriel had a hearty love for dessert, and if Cassian had less of a sweet tooth, well, maybe he'd be eager to eat a few off her bare skin when she returned. She had asked the bookseller to wrap each item for her, and Nesta had painstakingly written everyone's name on their gift with the beautiful calligraphy her mother had drilled into her so long ago.

Nesta debated leaving the gifts on the porch as if to say, I'm a coward and also didn't have any money to buy Solstice gifts until you gave me shop credit. But then she remembered how lovely it had been to spend time with the court yesterday, and how it had made her a bit nostalgic for the holidays she and her sisters had shared in their human childhood. She expected that Mor and Amren might have slept in after the late night, and that the bat boys would likely still be at the mountain cabin, depending on how quickly the snowball fight had been won. But she at least hoped to see Feyre and Elain.

So Nesta knocked, and waited. No answer. The servants would have the day off since the Inner Circle liked to recover quietly from all the Solstice partying, so she tested the knob. Although Nesta expected it to be locked and enchanted, it turned easily, perhaps having been spelled to allow family members in as they wished. She found an empty living room. Thinking to perhaps find Elain in the garden, where she still liked to sit even in winter with little tending to do, Nesta began to head toward the back door.

But the sound of voices behind an imposing, closed door stopped her. It sounded like everyone was in there, all arguing and talking at once.

Nesta knew the door. It was Rhysand's office, which often was used as a formal, private meeting room. Not so private that she couldn't hear from right outside the door, however. Rhysand apparently hadn't thought to seal the room, with no servants in the house, and the House being enchanted against unwelcome guests.

She might have been added to the list of welcome guests, but Nesta was sure they hadn't expected her.

Imagining her presence would be an unwelcome interruption, she almost decided to take the cowardly route of leaving the presents at the door, so she could scurry back to the bookshop to pick up a book for herself and enjoy the reading lounge before making the climb back up the stairs. But a word caught her attention. Her name.

"Nesta's debts—" came from Amren's voice.

"—her choice—!" Definitely Mor.

"—not having this conversation!" Cassian's impassioned voice roared above the others.

Then, silence, and a rush of air from the small space between the parquet floor and the door. Feyre must have taken the air out of the room to quiet everyone for a moment, so her mate could regain control.

Nesta moved closer to the door as a gaping black hole formed in her chest.

Rhysand's voice came on a thin strand of air through the keyhole where Nesta now pressed her ear. Even with her Fae hearing, the door and walls were thick and well-built, and she did not want to miss another word. Rhysand's was no longer the voice of a male arguing with his family, but the pompous voice of a High Lord speaking with absolute power.

"We will put it to vote."

Calm silence was the only response from all in the room.

"I would hear first from my High Lady," Rhysand continued.

"I-I can't. It's not right. We can't keep voting on the lives of those who aren't present. Rhysand, I forgave you, I forgave all of you for voting on me, but Nesta...she'll never forgive us. It should be her choice." The distress in Feyre's voice was evident, even muffled through the door.

"Is it your choice to abstain from the vote, then?" Rhysand asked gently, but with a distant coolness to his voice that indicated the vote would continue, with or without Feyre.

"No." Feyre's voice was ragged with emotion. "I vote that it should be Nesta's choice."

Mor was quick to say, "I vote absolutely not. We can't even tell her. I won't let you do to her what was done to me."

"No one is going to slice her up and nail a note to her belly," Amren said. The words would have been cruel from almost anyone else, but it was Amren's usual blunt tone. "Eris is our ally. Besides, it's my vote next. Wait your turn, Morrigan."

"We will proceed with order, lest we all end up yelling again. Amren," Rhysand said encouragingly.

"Yes. Nesta should go. The bride price, gold or favors, will pay off her debts, and we will cement Eris's alliance. No one is forcing her to actually marry him—she'll have plenty of chances before the final ceremony to back out for any number of reasons, and in the meantime, she can provide the Night Court with insight into Beron and Eris's dealings, and Keir as their close ally as well. It's not like Eris has exactly given us much on either of them, and if Beron or Keir contacts Koschei..."

"You are suggesting that we send Nesta to spy." Azriel's low voice was careful and steady.

"Frame it as a test of whether we can trust her as part of the Inner Circle," Amren replied. "But yes. You would train her until she leaves, a few weeks perhaps, and check in on her regularly. It will cause less distress for Azriel to be our liaison than Cassian, of course. Less territorial male preening, at least."

A pause while everyone mulled this over, though a growl escaped from Cassian. Nesta's heart was pounding as the realization that they were voting to sell her off in marriage sunk in. Rage flowed from a widening pit in her chest to heat every part of her body.

"This is an intriguing play," Rhysand finally said. "Morrigan, your vote?"

Nesta had never heard so much emotion in Mor's voice. Mor was nearly shrill as she said, "No, no, again no. If not no, then give her a choice for Cauldron's sake, but don't let her make the wrong one where she could land in Beron or Keir's claws. You say no one is going to hurt her, but what is stopping Beron or Keir from getting to her if she is found out?"

"Nesta herself," Elain said quietly, with a small, rueful laugh. "She has more power than any of us, truly. And didn't Eris ensure your freedom, in his own way? He is a powerful ally, and the risk seems worth strengthening that alliance, or at least gathering information on Beron and Keir's dealings. I say yes."

Nesta was sure that Elain was out of order, but no one corrected her. The silver flames began to press at Nesta's internal walls at Elain's betrayal, but Nesta tried to count her breaths in the practice of Mind-Stilling to calm herself, lest she burn the entire house away to nothing.

Rhysand said, "That's two votes for yes, one vote for no, and one vote for leaving it to Nesta. Azriel?"

"It should be Nesta's choice," Azriel said slowly. "Having eyes and ears on the greatest dangers from Autumn and Nightmares would be a great boon, I cannot lie. But for it to work, Nesta has to want it. And I will not condone further forcing her into anything. Moving her to the House of Wind has been good for her, yes, but I am not sure we were right for leaving her no choice between that and certain death."

"And I vote no," Cassian finally gasped with fury. "We are not discussing this. She is mine. I will not again be in comp—"

Cassian cut himself off before he could say more, but Nesta could feel the unfinished thought caught in Cassian's throat. I will not again be in competition with Eris. As if she were the consolation prize for neither of them winning Mor over five hundred years ago.

And that phrase. She is mine. It had been one thing to say it in private, when it was the passionate words of foreplay, but to say it behind her back as if he owned her...that was unforgivable.

She would suffer no male to control her.

Nesta stood on the precipice of that black hole in her chest, filling with silver flames that threatened to swallow her and everything in a mile radius whole. She wanted to shatter, but she did not yet allow herself to surrender to the gaping pit.

"Rhys," Feyre pleaded, her husband's vote now the arbiter of a three-way tie between a choice, a forced betrothal, and yet another secret kept from Nesta, who had asked nothing of most of them except for the freedom to live her own life after twenty-five years of having no choices. Anything but her own choice threatened to break Nesta forever.

Nesta did not wait to hear the vote of the High Lord.

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[lexadovah]

Hero of Ferelden Info Sheet

(Stolen from @dreadhorsegirl )

Basic Details

Name: Astrid Amell

Nicknames: Asta

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexual/Romantic Orientation: Bisexual

Age: 19 at start of events in DAO

Height: 5'5

Build: Slim

Race/Ethnicity: Human-Free Marcher

Skintone: Pale with some freckles on her nose

Hair: Strawberry blond

Eyes: Blue-grey

Game specifications

Class: Mage

Specialization: Primal and Entropy, later on Arcane Warrior

Origin: Circle Mage

Religious Beliefs: Agnostic, later on she becomes more interested in what the Old Gods could be (basically follows Morrigan’s line of thinking) and how this connects to the Fade etc

Major Game Decisions

Love Interest: Alistair

Broken Circle: Mages Supported

The Arl of Redcliffe: Isolde sacrificed for the blood magic ritual, Connor alive and not possessed

Nature of the Beast: Brokered Peace

The Battle of Denerim: Warden killed archdemon & alive and well—Alistair made an Old God Baby with Morrigan

Ruler of Ferelden: Anora

Character Attributes

Timid to Assertive scale:

Timid ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ● Assertive

Logical to Emotional scale:

Logical ◦ ● ◦ ◦ ◦ Emotional

Introvert to Extrovert scale:

Introvert ◦ ● ◦ ◦ ◦ Extrovert

Biggest Strength: Fearlessness, not afraid to face anyone head on. Has a very “I’ll do it myself” attitude

Biggest Weakness: Acts without thinking, can come across as careless

Relationship to Family: Doesn’t know who her father is, never met any of her siblings (she’s the youngest of five) and has vague memories of her mother but doesn’t really remember ever feeling safe or loved by her. She has vague memories of her cousins from her childhood and later reconnects with Bethany in the Wardens

Closest Relationships: Jowan and Neria were her best friends during her time in the Circle. She had a relationship with Anders and a mutual crush on Cullen. Alistair and Morrigan during DAO. She was also good friends with Leliana and Zevran by the end of DAO and had mutual respect with Sten.

Core Desire: To have a family and a place to call home

Core Fear: Losing Alistair

Character Arc Theme: finding her place in the world. She’s “too big” for the Circle, she never knew her real family, (besides the Hawkes). She just wants to find her purpose and live happily with her found family

Backstory

Revka had left Kirkwall far behind when she gave birth to Astrid. On a small farm outside of Highever, Revka kept the tiny Astrid strapped to her chest while she tended the gardens and fed the chickens. But when she saw the Templars coming up the road, she disappeared.

The mother and child did not remain in any one place for long after that; she worked where she could to make enough coin to get by, be that collecting herbs for the nights stew in a tavern, or mucking out the stables at a crossroads inn. She never gave her real name, and never let the child spend too much time alone in the company of others.

One stormy night, when Astrid was just five years old, Revka appeared on her cousin Leandra’s doorstep. Tired from running, she hoped to find sanctuary with her estranged family, and remained for a few weeks. Her paranoia kept her at odds with her cousin, and Malcolm Hawke observed that Astrid was already showing signs of magic at an early age—the same as his daughter Bethany. The two young girls were of an age together and became fast friends in that time, the difference being that Bethany was taught to control her magic whereas Astrid was told to ignore it and pretend she wasn’t a mage.

After a heated argument between Malcolm and Revka—in which Malcolm had offered to teach Astrid how to control her powers and Revka forbade him to even look at her child—she disappeared again, Astrid in tow. A few days after this incident, the Templars finally caught up; to Astrid, alone, sitting on the side of the road bundled in nothing but the clothes on her back and a dirty old cloak wrapped about her tiny shoulders. No one ever saw or heard from Revka again.

Her time in the Circle was mostly uneventful. Astrid struggled to make friends and was behind in terms of knowing her numbers and letters. She was adamant that her mother would come back for her, which the other mage children teased her about, as no one’s mother was coming for them.

She eventually made friends with Jowan, a year older than her, who helped her catch up with her reading and writing. She was bunk mates with Neria Surana, who was the closest thing to a sister she had ever known. And despite her early struggles, she had remembered her cousin Malcolm’s words about taking control of your magic and not letting it rule you—she studied hard and gained a firm grasp on her powers, exceeding many other kids her age.

She became defiant as a teenager, asking questions about why they couldn’t be free and finding the rules of the Circle oppressive. She didn’t want to remain in this cage forever and longed for a life outside the Circle walls. Her instructors believed she could be an Enchanter one day, but that just Wasn’t Good Enough. Regardless she started buckling down and studying hard in the hopes of passing her Harrowing and opening opportunities to leave the tower for Circle related business.

It was during this time she felt a rift between herself and her two friends. Neria had become distant, choosing the company of other elf mages, and Jowan was often nowhere to be found. When she did speak with them, they found her constant studying annoying, claiming she was “giving in” to the system.

Astrid was excelling at most schools of magic, but was struggling with healing spells and was soon set up to be tutored by Anders (who was given the tutoring job as a punishment for his latest escapades and a hope to keep him busy). During long hours studying together and her loneliness she started a friends-with-benefits affair with Anders that carried on until he escaped a fifth and final time—but not before she had grasped healing magic enough to take her Harrowing…

#hero of ferelden #dragon age #dragon age origins #oc #oc stuff

[dittolicous]

Okay so there are martial arts that derive their forms from observing nature and suddenly a "New" Fighting/Poison type pokemon dropped and I can see a starry-eyed descendant of Beni//Wally's cousin from a branch that stayed in Sinnoh & practices traditional crafts sees Lady Sneasler and is like #lifegoals.

GFHDHYJHJK

If I wasn't afraid of trying to shove in anymore OCs I'd absolutely pull that to not only bring in other regions but also cuz having Dawn deal with doppelgangers of a elderly man who tried to str8 up murder her and they're like.... tiny, squeaky lil lads. Wally all decked in white with his big ol baby eyes and a cousin of similar caliber just c gkgjuffhfcudsh good shit 👌👌👌

Also would be absolutely cool to have them be like, more focused on the herbs and flora related to the ninja ways and Hisui, having a heirloom garden that was actually passed through the family to the point where they didn't even realize how they were so special. But they know exactly how to care for them in both good and bad weather, thus enabling them to help bring them back to the Sinnoh wilds.

(I'm actually imagining a younger cousin, kinda reminiscent of Iris, a spirited younger girl who focuses on fighting types (and maybe both Poison & Grass) and gardening, that Wally has been tasked with watching over during the trip, except neither realizes just how out of their leagues they are. And she's extremely oblivious to all the issues they're causing while Wally is this close to calling May and Brendan for backup because he is absolutely not mentally prepared for the situation they landed in.)

Ooooo! I could see him picking that up. Maybe he starts learning in Hisui but doesn't get *too* far into learning it before returning home (because lbr such a skill would take a looooong time to master, especially for someone displaced in time and also spending time watching over the mountains). Then once he gets back to Unova, he starts really missing Hisui. And decides to continue his learning, combining what he learned back then with modern tools, careful to keep it rooted in the Hisuian traditional methods.

Cept he doesn't have a Cascoon or Silcoon nearby.... but hey, surely Joltik and Galvantula webbing (which they have ENDLESS amounts of) isn't *too* different?

Thus begins a long lived hobby of Ingo’s, and finally a use for Emmet’s endless amounts of spiders!

#ditto rambles #pokemon #submas #pla #catching trains fic #sorta #pls dont tempt me the cast is already hella big