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twstgarden · 10 months

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❀ ❝ 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 ❞

━ general! lilia vanrouge x human! gn! reader ━ living as a human in a fae-dominated country during the war probably isn't your best idea, but you love the land of briar so much as you were born and raised in that nation. who knew that your little activity of picking berries in the forest would make you meet the famed fae general? will he think you're a spy and deem you as a threat or will he realize you're just an innocent human living in the forest? (f/n means first name)

requested by: anonymous request type: oneshot requester's message: Can I request a General Lilia and Human Reader one-shot? Something fluffy (wasn't sure if you were up to date with the game so didn't want to get too specific) florist's note: omg a general lilia request. don't worry, i'm up to date w the jp version of the game. thank you for the request, little one.

this work contains spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia's arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

“what are you doing out here, human?”

you flinched in surprise as a voice startled you from behind. you stood up and turned around with your basket on your arm, looking at the person who disturbed your little time. you were about to respond until you noticed the semi-familiar mask and the long dark hair with red highlights peeking out of this person’s hood.

it was the famed fae general.

“i was… just picking berries, sir.”

you responded as soon as you regained your thoughts. you continued to hold your basket as your eyes trailed all over his figure, taking in the details of his clothing and the mask covering his face. the eye holes glowed red, giving you the impression that it could be his eye colour.

he was silent for a while as you responded, making you stay silent before looking down at your half-filled basket, tilting it a little to show him the contents.

“here… if you don’t believe me…”

the general looked at the basket for a quick second then looked back at you, speaking in a stern tone as he was still a little suspicious of you, “why pick berries all the way to this forest? you might be one of those pesky silver owl spies for all i know.”

silver owl? ah, that must be the human knights wearing iron armour and stealing the resources of the land of briar.

what a disappointment… your own kind seemed to have never learned not to steal other’s resources.

“ah… no… i’m not a spy nor am i a part of the silver owls… i’m just a human living in the forest and this spot is the closest area for berry picking to my cottage,” you tried to explain yourself to the general as the red glow in the mask’s eyeholes stared back at you with extreme intensity.

when he did not respond for a while, you bowed a little to show respect and asked, “am i free to go, general?”

he let out a short hum and held onto his weapon as he replied, “go. avoid the forest as much as possible, human. it’s not safe here. evacuate while you can.” you gave him a small smile and bowed your head again, “thank you, general, but i’ll be fine in this forest. have a great evening, sir.”

you held onto your basket and smiled for a quick second before turning around and walking away from the general, heading back to your lovely little cottage settled just a few meters away from the berry-picking spot.

so that was the fae general. you finally had the chance to meet him face-to-face. his aura made him quite intimidating, especially when he holds that magical lithic. still, you didn’t want that to scare you. you knew you did nothing wrong, so there was no reason to fear him coming after you.

that aside, the berries you picked were to your expectations, and you grabbed enough to bake your pie for dinner. with that in mind, you got to work, prepping the ingredients and baking your pie. the scent of the pie flooded your kitchen and the surrounding area of your cottage.

lucky for you, your little neighbourhood was safe and rarely do you ever find any threatening creatures, just a bunch of adorable woodland creatures. by the time your pie was finished baking, you had dinner by yourself on a picnic bench right outside your cottage, enjoying the greenery despite the darkness of the forest.

it was going well until you felt another presence with you sitting right in front of you on the picnic bench. you glanced at the person and saw a soldier wearing armour with the palace guards’ coat of arms and a mask covering their face looking at you ━ or rather, the pie. it seems they’ve smelt it from wherever they were staying and came over.

the soldier started screeching and you knew it was speaking to you in their language. unfortunately, being human meant it was hard for you to pick up and understand what they were saying, so you had to rely on the soldier’s body language.

noticing how they were eyeing the single slice of pie in your hand, you thought the soldier wanted to have some, making you extend your hand a little as you spoke, “you want a pie? wait here.”

you then entered your cottage to grab the remaining slices of pie on your table and went out, placing it on the picnic table right in front of the soldier, “here, have this! you can share it with the rest of the soldiers, there’s plenty left!”

the soldier stared at the pie for a while before looking up at you as if they were checking for any signs of hesitation or whatnot. you merely smiled to show no ill will, but another screech was heard from behind the soldier and your eyes immediately noticed the general standing right there.

the soldier turned around and saluted at the general before screeching back, making it evident to you that they are conversing in their own language. moments later, the soldier disappeared into the dark forest, leaving you with the general as you looked at him, “did you tell him to leave?”

“no, i told him not to take food from others even if they try to offer it.”

you sighed as you sat on the picnic bench, “are you still wary of me?”

“yes.”

oh, how straightforward. very admirable.

“i see… well, i’m not sure what i should say to make you think i’m just a regular forest resident and not a spy, but at least have a pie. there’s plenty left to share. it’s not poisoned if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“i am not interested in eating human food.”

those were the last things he said before disappearing into the night somewhere in the forest, presumably heading back to where his soldiers were camping out. you blinked your eyes for a moment before shrugging your shoulders and mumbling under your breath, “alright, general…”

days have passed and you’ve occasionally seen the general around the forest as you did your usual activities. he had warned you not to dilly-dally around the forest, while other times, he just ignored you and let you do your thing as well as informing his troops not to harm you.

soon, it escalated to some of the soldiers even paying you a visit just to check on you. you appreciated their gestures, but at the back of your mind, you wondered if the general grew to accept you as a regular citizen of their country. you even got to meet one of the soldiers called baul zigvolt as he paid your cottage a visit once to see if you were well or not. in return, you gave him one of your pastries or meals that he can share with the rest of his comrades. it certainly has become sort of a routine to you at this point.

one day, none of the soldiers paid you a little visit, which made you wonder if they were alright or if they’d moved their camp somewhere else further away from your cottage. you sat on the picnic bench right outside your cottage as you sipped on some beverage you made yourself, watching the surrounding areas for any signs of life, watching the moon and the stars up in the sky shining down on you, listening to the crickets in the distance, and feeling the cold breeze in the air as it made the trees sway a little.

you were about to head back inside until you heard a familiar voice a few steps behind you.

“waiting for something?”

you turned around and smiled as you saw the same old mask as the familiar figure stood there, “well… someone, rather.”

a chuckle was heard from the general before walking towards you and sitting on the picnic bench before you. your smile was still present on your face as you spoke, “i’m doing alright if you’re here to check on me. i appreciate all your efforts, general.”

it was silent for a bit, but you remained smiling at him. a few seconds later, his hands hovered over his mask before grabbing it, revealing his features as his red eyes looked right at you.

your eyes widened slightly. he was really good-looking. you couldn’t find the right words to say, but you remained smiling as he spoke to you, “...that’s a relief, then. you need to know how dangerous this place is. it isn’t safe for you to stay here, human.”

“f/n.”

“what?”

“my name’s f/n…”

the general smiled a little and continued to speak, “i see…” you smiled and proceeded to reply to his words earlier, “i’ll be alright here, general. this is my home… i was raised in this cottage by my parents. now that i’m alone, i still wish to stay here.” he nodded a little as you added, “...thank you, general, for looking out and considering me as the land of briar’s citizen…”

he didn’t say anything for a moment as you handed him a little flower from your garden and a few cookies with a sheepish smile, “i didn’t get to cook or bake much today, so… please accept this..”

the general grabbed the cookies and the flower from you as he placed the flower safely by the belt of his armour while grabbing a cookie and taking a bite. a few moments later, you conversed with the general until he had to head back to his camp.

you stood before him and spoke as you went to see him off, “thank you for visiting, general. be safe out there.” he nodded his head and placed a rose on your hair, already wearing a mask as he did so, “... there… you look beautiful… and you’re the one who needs to be safe out here, f/n. i’ll see you again tomorrow.” he then disappeared into the night, but his words were still in your mind.

beautiful.

beautiful…

the general thinks you look beautiful.

“oh dear me, my heart can’t take this…” you whispered as you hovered a hand above your chest, right where your heart was. you smiled to yourself as you entered your cottage and went to your room, laying on your bed as you hugged your pillow.

“i hope i’ll see him again tomorrow…”

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ventique18 · 1 year

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Fool in love

Malleus Draconia, the President of Briar Textiles, a textile and formal wear brand with a long and rich company history:

Also him at home:

Malleus "Top D" in the streets, Hornton "Bottom D" in the sheets.

Part of my President Malleus x Florist Yuu AU! You can read the original short drabble here.

Some additional details of the AU:

His heart-print necktie is a gift from you on your first dating monthsary. It was a sort of endearing joke on your part and you didn't actually expect him to wear it, but he loved it so much he makes sure to wear it at least twice a work week.

"Malleus, please stop wearing it!", "Why? It's a token of your affection for me, and I shall wear it proudly.", "You have a reputation to uphold!", "Well they should mind their own business, and if they are brave enough to mock me, then they should be equally brave to face the punishment that comes from crossing a person such as I."

You marry after a year of dating. He was actually preparing a grand proposal the following year, so he was so confused and shocked when you surprised him with a bouquet of flowers as you bent on your knees at GaoGaoland.

On the wedding day, his best man was his younger brother Silver, the ring bearer their cousin Sebek, the flower "girl" your cat Grim, and the officiator his adoptive father Lilia.

After marriage, you still find out things about him that surprise you in an endearing way. For one, he does not know how to drive; his brother or cousin escorted him to work everyday. Now that you're married though, that responsibility fell upon you and you gladly drop him off.

He makes sure to shamelessly hug and kiss you in front of his employees before letting you go.

He's surprisingly good at maintaining a work-life balance: he goes to work at 9am and asks you to close up shop to fetch him at exactly 6pm everyday. He cooks dinner with you as a form of bonding.

He doesn't work on weekends and makes sure to plan dates with you during those days; whether you prefer to go shopping at the department store, fly to another country on a whim, or just snuggle with some movies at home doesn't matter to him. He just likes spending time with you.

He's strict and a terrifyingly effective boss at work, yet he's a sweet (if not a bit clingy) husband at home. Others always get a whiplash seeing these complete opposite sides of him, but when asked which one is the real him, he just laughs and says both are genuinely him.

>> To be continued when I feel like it!

#posting this on april fools because he's a fool #a fool for you #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #twst

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epicbuddieficrecs · 3 months

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Weekly Recap | February 19th-25th 2024

I just realized this weekend that I'm gonna be away on a work conference the day of the premiere AND the next day 🙃 FML 🤦‍♀️

Complete

🔥 the kiln-blaze in my body by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Post-S4 | 17K | Explicit): It's nearly six months before Buck tells anyone.

Leveling Up by lamardeuse/ @lamardeuse (Poker Date spec | 6K | Mature): When he rose to his feet, he found both Eddie and Maddie staring at him. “What?” “You, uh,” Eddie said, his eyes looking sort of glazed over. “You just did measurements by eye. And math.” “In your head,” Maddie said. “Huh,” Buck said. “Yeah, that was – weird.”

We blossom and ask no reason by lamardeuse / @lamardeuse (Canon Divergent, Florist!Eddie | 6K | Mature): “Hen!” Eddie turned at the shout to see a tall blond firefighter built like a brick wall jogging toward them. As he came closer, Eddie amended that to ridiculously pretty brick wall. Holy shit, now Eddie realized why those firefighter calendars were so popular.

🔥 The Definition of Love and All Things Ineffable by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (Post-S5 | 29K | Teen): Maddie asks him, like she’s been waiting to ask him, “Does Christopher call you ‘Uncle Buck’?” “No,” Buck answers. “Why?” “He called me Aunt Maddie. You’re far closer to him than I am. I thought if I’m his aunt, you’d have to be his uncle. Why wouldn’t you be Uncle Buck?” And Buck doesn’t really have an answer. It’s just. It’s wrong. He’s not Chris’ Uncle Buck. Maybe he should be? Maybe he’s supposed to be? He shrugs and uneasiness settles in his stomach. What more could he ever be to Chris but an uncle? ~ In which Buck processes his breakup, learns his place in his family, has a huge crisis of sexuality, and finds the truth about love beating in his own heart.

🔥 counteroffer by buckleyseddie/ @buckleyseddie (Season 6, Getting Together | 25K | Teen): Or in order for Buck to make it up to Eddie, Eddie suggests that Buck gives him one hundred kisses.

That's What Friends Are For by phdmama/ @phdmama (Friends With Benefits to Lovers | 4K | Explicit): Eddie shows up an hour later. He’s clearly gone home and showered, as his hair is damp. He’s wearing sweats and a t-shirt that Buck is pretty sure is his, and he smells of soap and bacon. No, wait, the bacon scent is coming from the bag of takeout containers he’s carrying in one hand. Buck’s eyes narrow at the sight of the object Eddie’s clutching in his other hand. “Tequila?” he asks, raising one eyebrow and then laughs when Eddie just makes a bitchy face back at him. “I mean, I’m in, obviously, but it’s like nine in the morning.”

Like Lovers Do by phdmama/ @phdmama (Accidental Sexting | 5K | Explicit): The thing is, Eddie knows Buck’s body as well as he knows his own, maybe even better. He’s seen Buck changing, averted his eyes from Buck striding naked into the showers in the locker room. Eddie has watched Buck push through a workout, he’s pressed his hands to Buck’s flesh as if he could stop the bleeding through sheer force of will. He’s woken up to Buck sleeping on his couch or stumbling around his kitchen, sweatpants hanging low on his hips as he pulls out the ingredients for pancakes. All this to say, he’s seen Buck’s body a million times, in a million different ways. But not like this. Never like this.

Flickers of Fate by steadfastsaturnsrings/ @steadfastsaturnsrings (S3E15: Eddie Begins, Soulmates AU | 1,6K | Teen): "Did-Did the man who helped me pull out the dead solider survive?" Eddie mumbled, "He-He....said he was right behind me but then disappeared...Is he okay?" "There was no other man, Diaz, You were the last one out of the helicopter. You pulled out that solider all by yourself" The official standing over him responded, looking at Eddie curiously.

Spinning Out by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (S7 Spec | 2K | General): The sun always rises in the east and sets in the west. What goes up must always come down. And if Eddie Diaz is in a helicopter with his team, it must fall from the sky.

(put some music on) soft and slow by lecornergirl/ @clusterbuck (Canon Divergent | 6K | Teen): He walks up the stairs to the loft, and finds himself facing the backs of four office chairs. Over by the kitchen counter, Ravi gives a signal, and all four chairs turn around in impressive sync. “Saw you on TV last night,” Eddie says, still grinning. “Something you want to tell us?” OR: buck auditions for the voice. it goes about the way you'd expect.

🔥 Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 46K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Buttons and Patience by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 2K | Explicit): If anyone asks, Buck will blame Eddie’s buttons. Whenever Eddie wore those damn Henleys, he kept them reasonably buttoned up. But apparently not tonight. No, tonight those buttons were undone and exposing tantalizing skin, golden in the dimly lit bar lighting, and exposing Eddie’s collarbones. Buck wants to bite. Hard. Or lick. He’s not picky.

among the hungry and the patient by tinygiantsam/ @watchyourbuck (PWP | 3K | Mature): “Wanna make out?” Eddie blinked. Understandably so, by the way. He licked his lips, frowned, and took a step forward. “Excuse me?” Buck inhaled softly, somehow encouraging himself even more. “I said, do you wanna make out?” OR: Buck loses his patience with Eddie and asks him to make out.

Once Is A Mistake, Twice Is On Purpose by Tizniz/ @tizniz (Friends With Benefits | 5K | Teen): “Friends with benefits.” “Yeah.” “Just sex.” “Just sex.” Buck confirms, nodding.

Take It by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 2K | Mature): “Take it, Buck.” Eddie tells him when they break apart, squeezing Buck’s wrists. “Take it all.” “H-huh?” “This is about you and your pleasure.” Eddie gives his wrists another squeeze before he releases them, humming once more in approval when Buck keeps his hands there, fingers curling around the edge. And then Eddie grabs onto Buck’s hips, pulling him forward roughly against Eddie’s thigh. “Take what you want. What you need.”

WIP

if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics (Post-S6, Identity Porn | 4/16 | 15K | Teen): OR Buck joins a support app for first responders and matches with a firefighter who has PTSD and a kid who likes giraffes, apparently.

🔥 a foundation of trust and love we cannot see by lemonzestywrites/ @lemonzestywrites (FWB, BDSM, Sub Eddie, Dom Buck | 3/17 | 62K | Explicit): “It’s like I want to explore it and dive into it, but it’s not exactly like I’m seeing someone to try this all out with,” he explains, doing his best to keep down the annoyed huff that threatens to escape him at every other word. Buck nods to himself before steadily going silent. For a minute, Eddie thinks that this is the end of their conversation. “I can show you if you’d like.” Eddie nearly chokes on his beer.

🔥 because we'll all arrive in heaven alive by callmenewbie/ @puppyboybuckley (Post-S6, Disaster Fic | 6/9 | 41K | Explicit): During a search and rescue, Eddie disappears without a trace, leaving Buck to grapple with the sudden possibility of a life without him.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, S7 Spec | 119/? | 357K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Re-Read

🔥Plus or Minus by ElvenSorceress/ @elvensorceress (S5 | 10K | General): “Why are you cleaning out the kitchen? Why is my stuff in boxes?” Eddie slows, then stops. “Figured you’d want it back.” It’s quieter. Pained. When he says it. “I haven’t decided anything. So unless you’re kicking me out—” “Buck. Come on.” He’s not angry or snapping. It’s still quiet, and somehow that hurts even more. He’s resigned and defeated, and Buck is a scooped out, gutted, hollow shell. “I know how this ends the same way you do. You want to be loved, you want to be married. You’re going to leave. Might as well…” His voice cracks before he can finish and get it under control. “Shouldn’t drag it out.” ~ Taylor is offered a job across the country and asks Buck to go with her. Buck has to figure out if he wants to start over or if he has a reason to stay right where he is.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #buddie fic rec #epic buddie fic rec #911 fanfiction #911 fic #911 fanfic

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watchyourbuck · 9 days

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⋆.˚✮ fuck it friday ✮˚.⋆

tagged by the lovelies @diazsdimples @neverevan @daffi-990 @cal-daisies-and-briars @devirnis @loveyouanyway @exhuastedpigeon & @tizniz thank you!

I haven’t done one of these since forever, but I’m excited about what I’m writing so, yknow. Here’s a little smth from Bridezilla Buck marries two men instead of one <3

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Tommy watched as Eddie trudged down the stairs, his steps heavy and slow. He looked like he’d been through hell, letting out an annoyed little sigh once he reached the bottom. Tommy raised an eyebrow and put down the plate he had been washing. “Where is he?”

Eddie sighed again, rolling his eyes and glancing back at the stairs. “In the shower, or — yelling at the florist,” he muttered, scrunching his face up. “At this point, I’m not really sure.”

Tommy snorted, walking over to wrap his arms around him. “It’s gonna be okay,” he assured, pulling back slightly to frame Eddie’s face with his hands. “There’s only twenty-four hours left of this.”

Eddie nodded, intertwining his fingers behind his fiancé’s back. “I know, it’s just that—” “No, I specifically asked for lilies!” Buck yelled from the bedroom, interrupting Eddie mid-thought. He had his hand in the air, marking his words with it, even though the poor guy couldn’t see him. “The guest tables have peonies; the groomsmen’s has lilies! They don’t even sound alike!” Eddie looked back at Tommy, then pulled away to face his other fiancé. “Baby,” he called, watching Buck’s attention shift from his phone to him. Buck’s eyes softened, but the rest of his demeanor didn’t. “Don’t you think we can get married without… the lilies?”

Buck seemed to think it through. Then, he put his hand on his hip and glanced at both men. “No,” he said determinedly, turning back around.

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tagging in return @steadfastsaturnsrings @honestlydarkprincess @hippolotamus @babybibuck @sunshinediaz @spagheddiediaz @kitteneddiediaz @hoodie-buck @honestlyeddie-im-bi @jesuisici33 @monsterrae1 @bigfootsmom @spotsandsocks @your-catfish-friend @firemedicdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @fakemouthstatics @giddyupbuck @loserdiaz @tsunamibuckley @theotherbuckley @elvensorceress @singlethread @smilingbuckley @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 (let me know if you wish to be removed!)<3

#buddietommy #buddietommy fic #911 #911 fox #911 tv show #911 abc #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 season seven #911 season 7 #911 s7 #911 on abc #911 fanfic #tag games #fuck it friday

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wildlife4life · 2 months

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Seven (+) Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the super lovely @prosperdemeter2 @gayedmundodiaz @lemonzestywrites @rainbow-nerdss @devirnis @cal-daisies-and-briars @buddierights @disasterbuckdiaz @exhuastedpigeon @dangerpronebuddie @daffi-990 @tizniz @try-set-me-on-fire and @rogerzsteven Thank so much! Go check out all their snippets and works!

Well would ya'll look at that... I'm actually participating in a tag day with an actual wip and not a coda. Whoa. And even better... Its an NFL Buck snippet! WOOOOO! Want to see more NFL Buck? Please check it all out here!

"So." Karen begins, pulling Hen's attention from the book she's been trying to read for the past week. She quirks an eyebrow at her wife, "So?" "So my boss's son's, partner broke their leg Tuesday after tripping over their 15 year old terrier." Karen explains and Hen can't help but look back towards where Paisley is lounging on the arm chair (Hen's favorite seat that she has lost to that sassy fur ball) with worry. Her wife chuckles reading Hen's internal concern, "Babe, Paisley is as pure bred as they come. We'll be lucky if she makes it to 10." "That pure bred survived an earthquake and a collapsed building. I wouldn't put it past her to make it way past 10 out of spite alone.” Hen remarks, turning back to Karen. Karen rolls her eyes, but gets back on topic, "Anyway. Harris, that's the partner, got their hands on some passes to that super exclusive gay club, The Green Carnation for this Friday." "You mean the place that runs a background check rivaling the FBI, makes every patron sign NDA's, and will blacklist a person from every gay bar from here to Vegas if they break said NDA? The place that is rumored to host not only out celebrities, but also the deeply closeted, tilt the world on it's axis if they ever came out, big names? That gay club?" Hen questions, her excitement starting to rise. Her very sexy and somehow very connected wife smirks, "The very one. And poor Harris just can't fathom trying to hop around on one leg and not drink thanks to their newly acquired pain meds. So they had their partner-" "Your boss's son." Hen remembers, leaning towards Karen, who instinctually gets closer as well. "Karson, with a K, starts to asks around his dads work because you know, we're literal rocket scientist working on very classified information." "Who better to invite to a secret club than those who work on secret projects." "Exactly." Karen's smirk becomes wicked (and very sinful), "And wouldn't you know, the only non-straight and married person around is yours truly." Hen honest to go squeals, loud and bubbling with elation, "You got us passes to The Green Carnation?!" "With a pre-paid drink package. All we have to do is agree to the background check and sign the NDA." Karen replies with a broad grin. Hen can no longer hold herself back and practically tackles her wife with a teeth clattering kiss. Karen, as always, catches her and kisses back 110%. ("So, my 48 off falls on the weekend." Eddie states and he takes notice of Buck's sly grin forming, his boyfriend most likely on the same train of thought, "And since it's still your bye week..." "You want to dance the night away with other secret gays." Evan finishes. Eddie smirks, "And get a private room blow job." The quarterback's smile is almost feral like, "I'll make the reservation." And Eddie watches Buck tap on the contact Florists with the green clover next to it. The phone rings twice before a deep voice comes through the speaker, "State your member id." "Buckley, 201-09-18." "Diaz, 201-09-19." A quick moment of silence, then, "What can The Green Carnation do for you today Mr. Buckley and Mr. Diaz?")

Hmm... Is a certain run in going to happen???? We'll see!!! Hope you all enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @hippolotamus @theotherbuckley @watchyourbuck @perfectlysunny02 @aroeddiediaz @loserdiaz @diazsdimples @jesuisici33 @fortheloveofbuddie @evanbegins @buck-coded @glorious-spoon @thekristen999 @spotsandsocks @sunshinediaz @lover-of-mine @hoodie-buck @elvensorceress @gayedmundodiaz @giddyupbuck @goforkinard @bekkachaos @thewolvesof1998 @eddiebabygirldiaz @spaceprincessem @eddiiediaz @honestlydarkprincess @doublecheekeddiaz @transboybuckley @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @missmagooglie @thebloomingheather @bigfootsmom

#seven sentence sunday #tag game #my wip #911 abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #hen wilson #karen wilson #henren #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #nfl #secret relationship #secret club #gay club #green carnation symbol

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b0njourbeach · 16 days

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Thanks to everyone who voted in the Poll on whether you want to know more about Ruby. I'll be writing a little bit about him in here to introduce him, since some people probably haven't heard of him yet.

"Ruby" is actually a nickname he was given by his classmates that was based on his last name, "Rubiginosa". No one really asked him about his first name, so he never mentioned that his name is, in fact, not Ruby - In the end, he didn't mind the name at all. "I am half red, after all."

I twisted him from the painted roses of the Red Queen [Alice in Wonderland]. His hair color is split - One side is red, the other one white. The Eye on the red side of his hair is also red, the other one is a soft pastel violet. The pastel eye and his white hair are his natural colors - Due to an incident when he was a toddler, half of his hair and his eye had turned red and it never left. As a child, people were often freaked out about his red eye, so he started to use his bangs to cover it up. The rest of his hair was usually tied I some artistic way - He'd usually braid his hair and make a flower with the braids but sometimes, he can be found with his hair tied in a simpler way.

His family are famous florists in the Queendom of Roses and the telltale states that it was his family who originally cared for the roses of the Queen of Hearts (No one can really tell whether it's a rumor or reality).

He entered NRC the same year as Riddle (is therefore a second Year) and was originally sorted into Pomefiore. Much like Epel now, he felt in the wrong house (He knew he belonged into Heartslabyul) but the housewarden didn't want him to leave. So he chose to make them kick him out by messing with all sorts of flowers. The bouquets in the dorm rooms were suddenly growing much larger or have become an unaesthetic mess of colorful flowers. Students who used flowers in the skin care of perfumes complained about sudden negative effects - It turned out that "someone" had replaced the original flowers with wrong flowers. Potions made in Pomefiore have suddenly turned bad - One of the students was turned into a toad for 12 hours because of it. At some point, the Housewarden of Pomefiore was forced to kick the troublemaker out and he was rightfully sorted into Heartslabyul - Much to the concerns of their students. Surprisingly, the oh so troublesome Ruby became a prime example of Heartslabyul student: Knows every of the Queens rules and hasn't broken a single one of them, grades are usually above average and he shows off the most delicate manners altogether.

Rook, who knows Ruby mainly from the Science Club, is to this day most intrigued by not only Ruby's "change" but also the lengths he went to get out of Pomefiore.

Ruby isn't much of a people person. They were too loud and rough most of the time. He prefers spending time with the flowers. Students have reported that they have spotted him having conversations with all kinds of flowers, and they actually seemed to respond - Though no one managed to have solid proof of such actions.

If one can't find him in the Heartslabyul Dormitories or in the library, the best bet is that he's spending time in the botanical garden.

Here you have a sight on special details on his design:

The visible briars on his side look like a tattoo but he has had them ever since he was born. No one really knows what it is or where it came from. It doesn't harm him in any way, it just exists on his entire leg and ¼ of his torso.

One of the rare proper drawings I made of him:

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #🥀 ruby

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dilf-din · 11 months

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Chapter 4: Winter

Din Djarin x florist!reader

WC: 5300 (oops)

Warnings: absolutely none, all fluff and domestic bliss. No use of y/n but reader is female presenting and has a nickname.

A/N: the final chapter is here! I’ve had so much fun writing this little world. I already have a few one shots planned, so stay tuned! As always, inspired by Venus by Sleeping at Last. Enjoy, my loves 🩷🩵

I was a billion little pieces

'Til you pulled me into focus

Astronomy in reverse

It was me who was discovered

Winter on Nevarro was busy, despite the fact that the climate was so steady that all the days blurred together. Karga liked to celebrate the changing of the seasons. He said it boosted morale, made the people there seeking shelter feel like they were on a bigger, mid-rim planet. So even though the sun still beat down with the same intensity that it did when you arrived on the planet at the beginning of the year, the town square was decorated for a weeks-long winter equinox celebration. Though he had spent most of his life on the volcanic planet, Karga’s travels had taken him around the galaxy a few times. He fondly remembered the festivals he had observed in worlds with more extreme climates.

He had recruited you to help in the decorating efforts. Your apprentice, Tal’oh, had really come into his own the past few weeks. His broad frame made it easy for him to handle the deliveries of large clay pots, bags of soil, and heavy stones that came in several times a week. Your home gardening section of the store quickly moved inventory as everyone in town was taking to creating their own green oases on the dusty planet.

Despite his large stature and equally large hands, Tal’oh was also a natural when it came to floral arrangements. He delicately trimmed and placed flowers with a soft look of determination. His dark hair fell over his eyes while the tip of his tongue stuck out from his lips in total concentration. He had been a welcome addition to the shop, coming highly recommended from the townspeople when they saw your help wanted sign. He was the grandson of one Mrs. Greebs who had been selling yard ornaments in your storefront for a few months now. She made delicate metal frames filled with stained glass that cast luminous rainbows when they caught the light.

With some help to look after the every day responsibilities, you dedicated your time to creating a collection of wreaths for the townspeople. Using some of the planet’s native plants and briars, you wove together wooden, earthy designs that people flocked to your store for. Each time you set out a new display, they sold out within the afternoon. You also painted some small signs to commemorate the equinox, a simple scene of a bright white moon rising over the lava plains. Karga beamed with pride when you brought him the first samples.

“I knew you were the right person for the job! Your cheerful spirit is going to spread to every person who sees these hanging on people’s doors.”

You sheepishly accepted the praise, relieved that what you made was to the High Magistrate’s likings. He was hosting a feast at his palace at the end of the week that everyone had been busy preparing for. The extra influx of jobs was welcome to the hardworking people of Nevarro. Everyone brought their own skills to the cause. Carpenters fashioned the extra long tables to hold the elaborate meal that would be made by the local restauranteurs. The baker was tasked with creating an elaborate cake along with an array of sweet treats showcasing the local fruits and flavors of the planet. For a place that seemed to settle into its own factions, it was nice to see the community coming together like this. Karga had done a wonderful job of busting up the gangs that once ruled the streets, bringing a long sought after peace to the residents.

You were busy working on a new set of wreaths when you heard the familiar tinkle of the bell indicating someone had walked through the door.

“Be right there!” you called from the corner bench in the work room you had spread out on, carefully tying a bundle of branches together.

“We can wait,” your favorite smooth voice responded, as you saw Din appear in doorway with Grogu in his arms. Grogu wiggled with his hands out trying to get to you, drawing a laugh from your lips as you resigned to finish your project another time.

“Come here, little one,” you said gently taking him into your lap. He held his arms straight out to give you the closest thing to a hug someone that tiny could give. Din leaned forward to press his helmet to your forehead. Your free hand rose to rest on the side of it, and his own hand met you there, giving it a gentle squeeze. He had explained to you the meaning of the keldabe kiss in Mandalorian tradition, and you revered those touches even more than the few kisses you two had stolen over the past few months.

“To what do I owe this great pleasure?” you teased, helping Grogu down onto the floor so he could waddle through the greenhouse. Din carefully moved a pile of sticks over and sat on the bench next to you.

“You’ll be attending the feast at the end of the week, correct?”

You nodded, “I don’t think I have much of a choice. I’ll probably get roped into resolving some last minute decorating snafu.”

Din paused, “Would you like to go with me?”

You turned to face him, a smile lighting up your features, “Of course, I’d love that.” Your hand found his to give it a small squeeze, a touch for a touch, always keeping the score even.

The two of your gravitated towards each other whenever you were together. Always hands resting on arms or backs, the worn tips of his gloves brushing your hair behind your ears. When he left for bounties now, he always pressed tender kisses across your neck and jaw, saying they were meant to hold you over until his return. He had spent his entire life stuck behind a wall of metal, and now that he lowered his defenses to let you in, he couldn’t get enough. He craved nearness, hating the sight of you on the lava plains growing smaller behind him each time they departed.

You yourself were surprised with the quickness with which you had fallen for him. Din was easy to talk to. Maybe it was something about the fact that you couldn’t see any judgement in his eyes like you did talking to people face to face. You thought to yourself that, one day, if you were to ever see his own eyes laid bare before you, the same thing would be true. It wasn’t the mask or the beskar, it was just who he was to his core. He longed to understand others and to be understood himself. The Mandalorians were connected by creed, a loyalty engrained in their bloodline like the iron that made it red, but they were stoic people, reserved when it came feelings and personal matters. Din had always longed for more, hoping to one day meet someone he could bare his soul to. Grogu was the first one to make his proverbial armor crack, inching his way in until he occupied every chamber of Din’s heart. Now he felt those spaces expanding, leaving space for someone else to find their way through the labyrinth, someone like you.

He had agonized for days over asking you a simple question, to go with him to the feast. He knew what your answer would be. You had both expressed your fondness for one another, but he still had seedlings of doubt trying to take root.

With the first part of this interaction out of the way, he took a deep breath as he reached into the bag at his side.

“Then I hope you will accept this as a gift for the occasion,” he said, drawing a parcel out wrapped in brown paper and tied with a delicate blue ribbon.

“What is this?” you smiled, taking it into your lap and easily undoing the knot holding it together. The paper fell away to reveal a beautiful emerald gown with gold beading. You held it up to admire the detail and care in every stitch, hands running over the small, round beads. The back was low, the sleeves were capped with a sheer material, the body of the dress being something closer to velvet.

“Din,” you said breathlessly, “This must’ve cost a fortune.”

“Price is no issue when it comes to you, I picked it up on Coruscant a few months ago. I couldn’t help but think about how nice the color would be against against your skin,” he said softly, drawing some of the skirt up to hold against your arm.

“It’s beautiful.”

“And it will look beautiful on you,” he said, rising to go.

Grogu had wandered back in holding a few tan bean pods to snack on.

“Bye bye!” he squeaked out, opening and closing his hand in your direction like the small wave that babies do.

“Bye buddy,” you smiled.

“Goodbye, cyar’ika,” Din nodded, heading back towards the front of the store.

You sank back against the wall, clutching the bundle of paper and cloth to your chest, heartbeat pulsing all the way to your fingertips as you thought about dressing up for a date with him. The two of you had talked that one night in your apartment, and several times after that, but hadn’t yet had a chance to do something together like this. You dove back into your crafting session with newfound vigor, as if working faster would convince the clock to skip a few beats and jump forward in time to the weekend.

The time did in fact pass quickly. This was the busiest week you had had at the shop to date. It seemed like everyone wanted their own solstice decorations. You were so thankful for Tal’oh’s presence to help head off the rush. The night of the banquet, you closed down shop early, slipping Tal’oh an envelope full of credits.

“Consider it a holiday bonus,” you smiled.

“Thank you,” he said in awe, giving you a quick squeeze before running home to get change out of his dusty clothes.

You locked up the shop before retreating upstairs to get yourself ready. The green gown had been hanging on the door of your closet for days now, practically calling out to you to put it on. You tried it on the second you got home earlier in the week and twirled around your living room for hours. It was a good color for you. His gift giving had been impeccable since you first met, yet he continued to surprise you with his thoughtfulness.

After washing off today’s layer of dirt, you slipped into the cool material, reveling at the way it fit so snugly against your skin, as if it was made for you. It probably was, you wouldn’t put it past Din. With some fluffing of your hair, and a fun addition of some gold eyeliner to match the dress, you were satisfied. Din was supposed to pick you up snd walk with you there. The knock on your door came just as you secured the clasp of your necklace. It was an intricate web of golden flowers given to you by your grandmother. Your hand lingered on it for just a moment as your heart ached at the thought of her seeing you all dressed up like this.

You crossed the expanse of your room quickly so as not to keep your suitor waiting, swinging the door open with an eager smile. Din, of course, was sporting his armor. Although, it seemed that he had worn a nicer cape for the occasion than his usual tattered one. He stood clutching a bouquet of flowers you recognized as ones Tal’oh had arranged earlier that day.

“Hi,” you said shyly, gesturing for him to come in.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice tinged with a gentle awe.

“Thanks, my boyfriend got me this dress,” you joked doing a little spin.

“Boyfriend?”

“I’m not quite sure what to call you,” you laughed.

He chuckled, “I’ve never been a ‘boyfriend’ before.”

“Where’s Grogu?” you asked, noticing the lack of his usual companion.

“I dropped him off with Karga already. He’s always looking for ways to spend time with him,” the hint of annoyance in his voice drew another giggle from you. You took the flowers and set them carefully on the counter behind you.

“So you’re saying I have you all to myself?” you said coyly, running your hands up his chest plates. His own arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush to him. Muscle memory took over like you were suddenly marionettes with someone else pulling the strings, and the two of you parted, his hands drawing the curtains, yours reaching for the black scarf he got you all those months ago. You found each other again, and the sound of air rushing from his helmet signified to you that your hands were free to roam, caress the sharp angles of his jaw and get tangled in the ends of his curls.

His always nuzzled his strong nose against yours, lips ghosting over your own as he whispered to you, a mix of Mando’a and basic. “Mesh’la. Pretty, pretty girl,” he murmured.

The two of you only ever allowed yourself a few moments of these touches, not wanting to wander too far from the creed.

“We’re gonna be late,” you whispered, sneaking one last kiss before he pulled the helmet back over his mysterious face.

The walk to the palace was a short one, it being just around the corner of the town square. Evening’s dimming light painted the backdrop for the dozens of others couples making their way up the stone steps, arm in arm, just like the two of you.

You noticed wreaths hanging on every door and window, a small smile playing on your lips.

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s just, it’s nice to see this town doing things for beauty’s sake. It seems like a much different Nevarro than the one you’ve told me stories of.

“Cyar’ika, you’ve brought so much beauty into the lives of everyone here, including my own,” he said softly, “You can’t turn any direction in town now without seeing something touched by your kindness.”

You squeezed his arm a little tighter as you climbed the wide staircase in front of you, following the sound of laughter and low music floating out the double doors. The scene before you was like something straight out of a storybook you read as a girl on Naboo. The ceilings were so high, going straight to the top of the building with multiple crystal chandeliers casting twinkling light onto the white stone walls and floor. Grand columns rose on either side of a long great room filled with rows of long, wooden tables piled high with food. You walked down the aisle between the two tables taking in the amethyst and ruby banners hanging down from the stone railings on the balconies above you. Ivy and other greenery running in between the narrow rails added a sense of liveliness to the decorations. At the end of the rows of tables, the room opened into a large dome, the round floor decorated with a beautiful pattern of smooth tiles in every color imaginable. It seemed that that portion of the room was being reserved for dancing. On a platform to the left sat a large band playing elegant music.

You suddenly felt out of your element. You had never been somewhere as fancy as this, your heartbeat quickened in your chest, and you found yourself thankful for the steady man you found at your side. His arm now resting around you, hand at the small of your back, grounding you.

“There they are!” Karga’s voice boomed, drawing your attention to the head of the last table on the left. Your feet followed Din’s closer to the High Magistrate, noticing Grogu beside him in a new black jacket with a bow tie. He sat perched on a pile of pillows being used as a makeshift booster seat. He chirped when he saw the two of you approaching making you feel more at ease.

“What do you think, huh?” Karga grinned, clapping Din on the back. “It’s barely begun and I can already tell people will be talking about it for years to come. Come sit! You two are my guests of honor,” he gestured to the open pair of seats beside Grogu, taking your hand in his and bowing as he spun you to let you to your seat. He was in a long, deep purple robe with beautiful gold adornments on it. Din scooted your chair in for you before taking his place between you and Grogu.

It was only a few moments before Karga garnered the attention of the entire room and gave a speech about what an honor it was to have everyone there under his roof. It wasn’t until that moment that you realize you were at a feast, and Din wouldn’t be able to eat anything.

You leaned your head to his and whispered, “I’ll eat quickly, then maybe we can find a private room for you to get a bite in.”

He chuckled lowly, sliding his hand on top of yours where it rested in your lap, “I’ll be fine waiting, mesh’la, you and Grogu take all the time you need.”

Your skin burned under his touch, even through the thick leather of his gloves. As Karga’s droning came to a finite end, the room filled with scattered applause and then the sound of silverware clanking against the thick, black ceramic plates as people helped themselves to the array laid out on every table. It was a magnificent meal, decadent in a way you were unaccustomed to. You enjoyed all types of meats and breads, all the while immersed in a conversation with an older couple sat across from you. They were some of the wealthy few in Nevarro, donating heavily to Greef Karga’s campaign to clean up the city. Din watched you through the side of his visor, taking in all your little tics and quirks. The way your hand covered your mouth as you laughed, how intently you look at whomever was speaking at the moment, the way you glowed under the silver light like a star fallen to earth. But you didn’t look out of place, you looked like you belonged there. He would’ve been content to watch you for hours. He almost didn’t notice when you called his name, your hand sliding onto the exposed part of his arm above his vambrace.

“Would you like to go eat something?”

He nodded and smiled, although you couldn’t see it. You helped him pile his plate high before retreating to the library with him and Grogu. The inner rooms varied heavily from the bright stone of the main hall. The library was filled with dark wood and carpet, old books on shelves that ran to the ceilings, all warm tones and comfort compared to the cold regality that lay on the other side of the door. You doubted anyone would be making their way in there on a night like tonight, but you still locked the door for good measure. Din sat down at a large desk in a green, velvet chair while you chose a wooden bench facing the door. You heard the familiar click of his helmet releasing and smiled softly at how it had become a regular sound in your life, when you never would have dared to dream of it a few months ago.

Grogu sat on the bench next to you sharing a pastry filled with dark berries. You carefully tore off pieces to hand to him, and he chirped his thanks while Din ate quietly.

“It’s good, right?” you called over his shoulder, and he grunted his agreement through a full mouth.

“I haven’t eaten like this in a long time,” his low voice called back. You cherished every syllable that fell from his lips when the modulator wasn’t sitting between the two of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal like this before,” you commented, handing the last bite of your treat to Grogu.

“I’ll have to take you to Coruscant one day, there’s a restaurant there I think you’d like,” he said so nonchalantly, as if taking a trip across the galaxy was an every day thing. Although, for him it was.

“You keep saying things like that,” you looked down at your feet, trying to focus on anything on this side of the room, ignoring the aching magnetic pull of the man behind you, longing to see his face.

He was quiet for a while before responding. “Do you think I don’t mean it?”

You instantly regretted your word choice, “No, no it’s not that. It’s just, you say it so casually, like it’s not a big deal for me to think about something like that. You’ve seen corners of the galaxy I could never imagine, I’ve only ever been here.”

“I don’t take it lightly, mesh’la,” he said softly, “I would be honored to be the one to show you the stars.”

Your breath caught in your chest, the stirring you always felt gave no indication of settling down any time soon. The draw you felt to him, the connection you two shared was starting to scare you.

You tried to change the subject in an attempt to compose yourself. “I uh, I brought you a present,” your hand shuffled into your bag to bring out a small frame wrapped in brown paper with a gold ribbon delicately tied around it. Din placed his helmet back on his head and crossed the room to take the package carefully in his hands.

“It’s not much, just a little something I’ve been working on in my free time.”

He pulled the bow loose and shrugged the ribbon off before peeling back the paper. In his hands sat a lifelike portrait of Grogu that you had painted, his big brown eyes shining and his small mouth turned up in a smile showing off the few teeth he had.

“Look, kid,” Din said angling it down for the boy to see. You couldn’t be certain, but you thought you heard his voice crack.

“Thank you, this is lovely. I’ll treasure it always.”

You smiled up at him and rose from the bench to meet him face to face.

“I actually have something for you too, but I left it at home,” he said softly, his hand moving to brush your hair behind your ear.

“Oh that’s fine, you can bring it another time,” you reassured, your own hand cradling his helmet where his jaw would be.

During your exchange, Grogu had wandered over to the tall door. “Out,” he said, tiny finger pointing at the door knob.

Din chuckled, “Let‘s go, ad’ika.”

The three of you rejoined the festivities, getting lost in the music and lights. You sipped a few of the themed cocktails one of the cantina owners had crafted for the occasion, feeling a pleasant lightness as the alcohol mixed with your blood.

Towards the end of the evening, you found yourself swaying in Din’s arms. The bright chandeliers had been dimmed by this point in the night, most of the light coming from what remained of the cranberry colored candles adorning the tables. Your head rest on his chest while the band played a slow melody. You didn’t even realize the sleepiness that was overtaking you at first. Grogu had passed out long ago atop the pillow tower he had sat on to eat. He laid on his belly with someone’s jacket draped over him, tiny snores coming from his mouth.

“I think it’s time to get you home, cyar’ika,” Din mumbled lowly, his hand gently rubbing over your back to draw your attention back to the present.

You straightened your posture and pulled away from him.

“You’re probably right,” you said with heavy eyes and a sleepy smile. “Good thing it’s just a short walk,” you continued, making your way over to the table grab your bag.

“Actually,” Din started, pausing as if he was unsure about the question about to fall from his lips, “What if you came back with me and the child, to get your gift. I have a spare room, you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, heat rising to your cheeks, a mix of the leftover buzz from the drinks and the desire to maintain the closeness you had fallen into over the evening.

You held close to his waist as the three of you sped down the barren road leading to their small cabin. You realized about halfway through the ride that this would be your first time seeing his house. You were curious to see if it revealed any more about him. Although you had spent a considerable amount of time together, he was still a bit of a mystery.

Their home soon faded into view, and Din pulled the speeder to a gentle stop, hopping off to offer you a hand off. You bunched your skirt up and slid down easily with his hand to steady you. Grogu was still fast asleep in the crook of his arm. You followed him up the stone path, pausing to admire the window boxes he had planted months ago with millaflowers in full bloom. On the front door, hung a wreath you had made specially for him with a smaller one for Grogu hanging off the bottom. Traces of you were all over, and you hadn’t even crossed the threshold into the house yet.

The front door opened up into a small hall with a coat rack holding some of Grogu’s robes and Din’s extra cape. The kitchen lay dead ahead and opened into the living room. At the end of the living room was another hall leading to two bedrooms separated by a bathroom. He quickly made his way across the length of the house to tuck Grogu into his bassinet.

You wandered into the kitchen, your shoes making a clacking sound on the adobe tile. There was a half empty bowl of fruit on the counter, no doubt for the ravenous toddler at the end of the hall. The sink held an empty mug with caf stains, and you smiled at the thought of mornings spent with Din. The fridge was covered in scribbled drawings of Grogu’s held up with colorful magnets. You smiled when you noticed the same “Welcome to Nevarro” one Din had gifted you.

On the window above the sink sat two small cactus like plants native to Nevarro. You leaned forward to admire the yellow bloom on top of the smaller one when you heard feet padding towards you, your breath hitching when you felt a bare knuckle gently drag the length of your spine.

“This is pretty,” his voice came through the modulator softly, signifying that he still had his helmet on, “What does it mean?”

You realized he had never seen your full tattoo before, the low back of the dress highlighted it perfectly.

“There’s a flower for all eight people in my family. My sister and brothers, my parents, and me,” you explained, tucking your chin into your shoulder and eying his figure behind you. He had stripped off his beskar and was in simple clothes for bed, a long sleeved black shirt and dark grey sweatpants. You had never seen his bare hands before. His fingers carefully traced the petals on your back before cupping your elbows. He was drinking in every second of touch he could get.

“Would you want a big family of your own one day?” his voice came out barely a whisper.

“With the right person, maybe,” you whispered back, turning more to meet his eyes fully beneath the visor.

You stood locked like that for what felt like hours, neither one of you daring to speak next.

“I laid out some clothes for you on the guest bed if you’d like to go change,” he said, finally pulling himself away from you.

“As beautiful as this dress is, my feet are killing me,” you smiled, reaching to hook off your shoes with one finger. The kitchen tiles were cold and slightly rough against your bare feet. He gestured down the hall for you to go get ready for bed, and you gladly followed, the tiredness of the evening setting back in. You took the shirt and pants he had laid out for you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Using a rag and cold water, you easily cleansed your face of makeup. Slipping out of the dress he bought you and into his clothes felt like a holy moment, the answer to a long uttered prayer in the middle of the night.

You met him back in the living room. He was stretched out on the sofa, arms wide across the back making a welcome space for you to fit into. A habit as easy as breathing, you fit yourself against his side. His arm came down to hold you close to his chest. Your hands found his, running over every vein and scar, committing them to memory.

“You said you wanted to bring me here because you had a gift for me?” you suddenly remembered, shifting to sit upright.

He reached to the far end of the sofa and pulled out a long box, not very thick. He handed it to you wordlessly. You lifted the lid to find a black velvet pouch inside. Untying the strings at the top revealed what looked like the handle of a knife. You pulled out a small dagger that fit perfectly in your hand. The handle was black, possibly made out of the tusk of an animal, with delicate flowers carved into it. It a had a matching sheath that, when removed, held a thin, silver blade.

“Is this beskar?” you asked breathlessly.

Din nodded, “I took my spear to the Armorer, and she melted part of it down to forge the blade.” He turned it over in your hand to show you the other side which had his clan’s insignia etched into it.

“Din,” you gasped.

“I know you’ve read up on Mandalorian tradition based on prior conversations, I just want to clarify, this means exactly what you think it does. We already think of you as a part of our clan, I hope you’ll consider making it official.”

“Din Djarin, are you asking me to marry you?”

“Ner kar’ta, cyare, you are the one I’ve searched the deepest waters and driest deserts for. Your heart is the one that beats in time with mine. To live the rest of my days by your side would be the highest honor,” his voice tremored as he took your hands in his.

“Din, I was so scared to let myself dream of a future with you,” your eyes filled with tears, “But it’s what I’ve hoped for since the day we met.”

“I knew from the first moment that I saw you in the parade that are hearts were meant to be bound to one another,” he said softly, firm hands cupping your jaw. He wiped a single stray tear away with his thumb.

His forehead pressed to yours, and you felt something settle over your shoulders and run down your limbs to your fingertips. Something akin to peace, belonging. You had found your home away from home.

Mando’a translations

Mesh’la: beautiful

Cyar’ika: sweetheart

Cyare: beloved

Ner kar’ta: my heart

Ad’ika: little one

A/N part 2: Tal’oh is pronounced with a soft a like tallow, not a hard one like tail-oh

Taglist: @harriedandharassed thank you for always reading 🖤

#din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x female reader #din djarin fic #suddenly

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jils-things · 2 months

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May I errrm may I errrmmm

Can I get 8, 9, 10, 14 and 16 for Layla ☝️🤓

LAYLA BRIAR... OMGGG MY BEBE HAVE A DRAWING. ENJOY. MMWA

8. what is your self insert’s orientation?

SHES DEMISEXUAL/ROMANTIC WEE :3

9. who are your self insert’s closest friends?

it's very hard to determine what is kan.to like in this future so i cant really tell who's present or not (but i do know for sure that most of the classic trainers are. old. LMAOO) but i like to think she has her own group of aroma ladies (trainer class name) aka a bunch of ladies who indulges in scents :3 i like to think layla is a bit of an odd one out of the bunch in terms of how she presents herself (goth/naturecore girlie) but she's still very much welcomed by her aroma buddies heheh

10. how do the other characters feel about your self insert and f/o’s relationship?

AAAOUUYHU CARMINE WWIWI 🥹🥹🥹 it would be a shocker for him at first but he would be happy to know shes with rhys! very supportive as well. carmine would definitely go to layla and be all like "please take care of him 🥺") (bonnie and clemont style from pk.mn xy anime) and rhys is like STOP. I'M AN ADULT. AJSHHEHSJS also, i mentioned somewhere that rhys and layla are in a secret relationship! so the only person to know this is carmine :3

14. what hobbies does your self insert have?

its part of her job to be a florist and sell flower bouquets but its a hobby turned into a job :3 she loves her work! she also likes singing to herself - layla's not really the type to sing next to someone and she usually does it alone (aka working) and her hums are really lovely to hear 🩶🩶 (something that rhys gets special privileges to catch on heheheh) she loves singing romantic slow songs because it goes nicely with her soft yet deep voice<333

16. freebie! name a fact about your self insert you want everyone to know.

she really likes spooky topics too, supernatural stories and all that stuff. she's the type of girl who would watch cor.pse bride every night as a kid eheheh totally a big ti.m burt.on kinda fan frfr

#layla briar.insert #MY BABY.... UR BEBE. HEH #i love her so much. shes so pretty i would want to look like her smhsmhsmh LOVE HER SM #bee tag

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blocksandbloops · 2 years

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Briar causing chaos, part 2

#dream smp citizen #dsmp citizen pov #dsmp citizen memes #dsmp sona #dsmp oc #Briar the florist #oc

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Sam Dates A Florist era in the coparent au is kinda fascinating to me because it just sounds so precarious. Inviting a new (and normal!!) person into their extremely fucked up household seems like such a huge security risk that I'm surprised Sam would be willing to go to such lengths just to prove a point to Dream. Does Sam forbid Briar from calling Dream "mom" when Florist Guy is visiting? Are there any notable near slip-ups? It just sounds like such a horrible charade oh my god😭

YEAH 😭😭 it's extremely unstable. It doesn't last long. Sam's risking it for a complicated set of reasons: obviously he's got all sorts of things to prove to Dream about how their relationship Definitely Isn't a relationship, he can get on just fine with someone else, he doesn't need Dream [the way Dream needs him] etc etc. But he's also kinda trying to prove that their household isn't so fucked up, at least not to the point where everything about it needs to be such a closely guarded secret. Sam (subconsciously) has settled into the idea that the most shameful part of what he's doing isn't the confinement and abuse and so forth, it's the secret sex, and far more, the even secret-er catching feelings. So he's trying to exorcise that shame by showing off the household, just a little bit.

On top of all that, he's also demonstrating his ironclad control: Dream had assumed the security risk would be too great for Sam to ever invite someone new into the house, and therefore that Sam is stuck with only him as a partner forever. Sam doesn't take kindly to that expression of a thread of control over him, and sets out to prove that his security is so good that it doesn't *matter*, he could have someone back here if he wanted, Dream isn't preventing him, he just hasn't felt like it! (Which is ironically more damning, Sam, isn't it. But he hasn't thought through it that far.)

Sam doesn't tell Briar not to call Dream Mom, or anything like that. The point he's trying to make, after all, is that he has no need to prepare some great charade before bringing over a guest. Sam simply explains to the florist that Dream's the live-in nanny, while Briar and Dream are both present. The specific lie wasn't even premeditated, it's just what he thinks will piss off Dream the most. Dream's incandescently angry but cooperates. Briar tries to play along with a game he doesn't understand.

There are some near-slips, but only relatively minor ones. Eric quietly wonders if Dream and Briar are actually related, and definitely picks up on Dream being upset (and tries to cheer him up). But he's not actually around enough for more than that.

#au: coparent #c!awesamdream

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twstgarden · 7 months

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❀ ❝ 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 ❞

━ general lilia vanrouge x human! reincarnated! gn! reader (reader is not yuu.) ━ having a relatively shorter lifespan than the man you deem as your soulmate can be quite disheartening. meeting him once again in another lifetime gave you a sense of comfort and familiarity as if you knew who this man was. (f/n means first name)

cw: (including, but not limited to) death/graphic mentions of death, war themes, blood

requested by: anonymous <3 request type: oneshot requester's message: *slams doors open* requests are open?!? Waaaahhhhhhhahsjjssj I really enjoy your diasomnia works. Can I request a one shot with general lilia and human reader? Maybe a reunion or reincarnation trope? They fell in love and then meet again. Something fluffy or sweet? florist's note: hi there! i'm glad you enjoyed my diasomnia works <3 i'm not sure if this is fluff enough, but thank you for the request, little one.

this work contains spoilers for chapter 7, diasomnia’s arc.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

less than 100 years, more or less. that is the average lifespan of a human being. general lilia knew that all too well, and he knew what he was getting into when he saw this innocent maiden living by herself in the woods, or did he?

he had no intentions of falling in love. he finds it a waste of time. he has his duties to focus on, and being in the palace makes him feel as if he is in greater danger than when he is on the battlefield, due to a certain princess he grew up with.

you, on the other hand, completely minded your own business in your own little cottage, making pies and other baked goods every now and then, taking care of your flowers and vegetable garden, singing songs as you do your chores, and so on. you were living a simple life and you loved it.

never in your wildest dreams did you ever think you'd cross paths with the well-known fae general of briar valley. your first interaction was not exactly all that great, considering his icy cold glares and stern voice as he thought you were part of the silver owls.

of course, he did not believe you at first, until he saw your cottage and all your belongings - just a bunch of basic daily use materials and no sign of weapons that can be used for war. the general continued investigating, wanting to find even one sign that you were a part of the other side so he could eradicate you.

meanwhile, his comrades were feasting on the blueberry pie you offered to them. he was in utter disbelief, how could the soldiers he trained be so careless as to eat whatever was offered to them? what if it was a trap?

you merely smiled at the dark faerie soldiers as you sliced the pie and handed it to the others. you had enough to feed a small group, so you hoped they could share it with one another. you then turned to look at the general, "would you like some?"

how absurd. how could you offer him food with that sweet smile on his face when he clearly hated your kind? he did not know if you were deceiving him or you were actually being genuine.

he had never encountered a human so... pure and humble.

and since then, he occasionally paid you a visit to 'make sure you aren't plotting anything', but you knew he just wanted to check on you.

"how is it that you're so nice?"

that question made you look up at him while you were watering your plants. you paused a little, thinking about how you would respond to him without sounding awkward before smiling, "i... guess i was raised to be this way?"

"hm... where are your parents?" asked the general as he raised a brow at you, his gaze shifting from the delicate tulips being watered to your face as your eyelashes batted with every blink, how your lips were in a small smile, and your cheeks dusted pink.

you let out a soft sigh through your lips before responding, "they've long passed away from an illness, so i've been alone for a long time now." your sweet smile still remained as you spoke to him, and it was starting to make him feel comfortable around you.

everything was going smoothly between you and the general. you could even say your relationship was flourishing, from strangers to friends, at least you think so.

of course, all good things come to an end. unfortunately, one of the silver owls' soldiers stumbled upon you and the general having a nice chat by your garden, and thinking you were an ally and betrayed humankind, you became their target.

the first few days of spending your time in the cottage with the feeling of being watched was tolerable so far. the general had noticed it as well during one of his visits, and out of concern, he sternly said, "you should not stay here any longer. it's dangerous."

"i'll be fine, general. i've lived here for years," you replied in a gentle tone, wanting to reassure him that everything would be fine. he stayed silent for a moment as he scanned the surroundings, "traces of humans are evident around here. you could be in danger. don't be stubborn and listen to me."

"...i know, but... if i leave, how will we see each other again?" you asked softly, making him stay silent for a moment as he did not realise he was the reason why you were so adamant about staying in your home.

"i like your presence, general. i look forward to seeing you every day, to see you visit me alone or with your soldiers, saying that you are merely passing by when i know you really are checking on me..." you added, "and every day, we just get closer to one another... it's hard for me not to want you around me..."

he let out a sigh as he crossed his arms, "i don't want you to put yourself in danger because of me." you frowned at his words and he saw how it made you sad, making him step closer towards you as he placed a hand on your cheek, "wherever you go, i'll find you... so please, stay elsewhere and be safe..."

you noticed he took out his gloves when he touched your cheek. his rough yet gentle hand caressed your face as he said those words, looking at you with those usual cold eyes that now had a tinge of worry and affection. you gave him a small sad smile before deciding to embrace him.

your arms wrapped around his figure as you buried your head on his chest, feeling the cold armour, and yet the warmth of his body still managed to comfort you. he held you in an embrace as well, his hands situated on your lower back and your hair.

silence.

an eerie silence engulfed your living room, a contrast to all the noise that occurred earlier during the ambush of the silver owls in your area. suddenly, rushing footsteps could be heard approaching your cottage before your door was slammed open.

the general stood there in shock before rushing to your weakened body on the floor lying in a pool of blood. you were still a little conscious, but you started to feel it slipping away as you looked up at him

"f/n?"

as he knelt down on the floor, your blood staining his armour and clothing, he pulled you up to his lap before calling for the other soldiers to make sure your wounds were patched up, but before he could do so, you placed your bloody hand on his cheek.

"it's too late, lilia..."

hearing his name on your lips, rather than addressing him as general, made him look at you once more as he placed his hand on top of yours that rested on his cheek. "too late? no, we can still stop the bleeding..."

you gave him a weak smile. how is it that even on the verge of dying, that beautiful twinkle in your eyes that he grew to love and that sweet smile he found comfort in still remained? it was tearing him apart on the inside at the thought of losing you so quickly.

"i love you."

you said those words in a whisper as you still held his cheek, tears brimming your eyes as you smiled at him and caressed his lips with your thumb, "please don't do anything rash for my sake... i only want you to live in peace..."

the light in your eyes then went dim as you fell limp in his arms. that was the same day he lost all his hopes and dreams as he held you close to his chest and embraced your lifeless figure.

it has been a few years since you were gone - honestly, it was about 20 years and normally, such time would be very short to long-lived species like faeries. however, to lilia, it felt like you were gone for far too long already.

"general, what will we do about the kids?" asked baul, his comrade, as he eyed the three students - four if you count the cat-like creature with them - before him.

lilia eyed the people before him. one addressed him as his father, and the other addressed him like he was his mentor. the other seemed panicked to be in the situation, while the cat-like creature was addressing him as if they were best buds.

just where did these people come from?

the general was about to speak when silver's eyes went to a cloaked figure nearby. lilia raised a brow at his distraction and turned to look at what he was looking at.

hidden in one of the trees is a figure cloaked in black with their face covered in a mask. they immediately realised they were spotted, and they were about to leave until lilia beat them to it. he immediately landed on the tree branch before them as he tried to get them down for a battle.

unsheathing their sword, they immediately landed on the ground and fought with him until his blade knocked off their mask and he managed to pin them down to the ground. his famed lithic blade pointed at their throat as he spoke, "are you spying on us?"

he then froze as he took a good look at their face. they looked exactly like the person he cherished. the same eyes, the same lips, the same cheeks, everything.

they looked exactly like you, the person he loved.

"who are you...?" asked lilia. there was no way this was you, you died that day and he was there when the light left your eyes. still, the possibility of you being a reincarnation crossed his mind.

surely, there was no such thing? but at the same time, he had a small inkling of hope that it might be that way.

"no one important," replied the unknown assailant as they used this distraction to land a blow on lilia, making him dodge the attack immediately as he got off them. "i am only tasked to spy on you," replied the assailant as they glared at the general.

however, deep down, they had a lingering thought, 'why does he feel so... familiar? almost as if i don't want to attack him...'

"so you're one of them," spoke the general with venom laced in his tone. he was about to land an attack on them until silver got in between them both, making lilia look at him as if he was about to scold the guy.

"mom/dad?"

'that can't be... but they told me they work as a director... am i seeing their past life before the current one in nrc, then?' wondered silver as he was surprised to see their human parental figure in this lifetime that they jumped into.

that parental name made the assailant and lilia freeze. silver addressed lilia as his father, and now they are addressing this assailant as if they were his parent too?

"what?" questioned the assailant, "i don't have a kid... why are you calling me that?"

silver's eyes were wide. he could not believe that he saw his father in his younger days, now he gets to see his other parental figure too, and this could be how he witnesses their love story. well, at least for the previous lifetime.

"r-right, sorry, um..." trailed silver as he tried not to take the second rejection to heart. sebek, the other student with him, seemed to have recognised them too, but he knew they would have not known who they were, just like lilia and his grandfather.

"just who are you, anyway?" questioned the general as he pointed his blade at the assailant. they let out a sigh and placed a hand on their hip as they replied, "i'm f/n l/n... why do you look familiar...? have i seen you before?"

lilia stayed silent for a moment. could it be? did his special person really reincarnate and reunite with him? what are the odds that they end up being a member of the silver owls this time?

"you..." trailed lilia, making f/n tilt their head a little as they wondered what he had to say. while waiting for his reply, their eyes wandered to his lips, almost as if they knew exactly how it felt to have them on theirs.

no way. there is no way they are entertaining such thoughts.

there was one more thing lilia could do to confirm that it really was you. however, he had doubts about whether it was effective or not. they may have been a reincarnation, but it's not like they retain all of their memories from the past life, right?

of course, not, but the feeling of comfort and familiarity is always there. the memories may not have been there, but the emotions were.

and right now, lilia is being haunted by the same feelings he felt towards you when you were alive. the same sense of love, peace, affection, and comfort resurfaced the more he stayed in this assailant's presence.

he tried to push them away. he really did, but it always resurfaced the more he spent his expedition with the assailant by his side. they had a change of heart, deciding to aid him instead and ultimately betraying the people they worked for.

hearing the truth from lilia's lips made them realise they were on the wrong side of the story. the land of briar's people were the victims here and not the people f/n is currently working for. the land of briar's resources belongs to them - the natives of the land, the fae folk - and they knew just as well that no human has the right to steal and claim the land or resources as theirs.

when f/n accepted to aid them in their expedition, lilia felt as if he was witnessing the same kindness you showed when you were alive. the more time he spends with them, the more he sees similarities between the past 'you' and the current 'you' that he is seeing.

currently, he was seated beside f/n on the campsite that they chose for tonight. the fire crackled in the centre as he sat on the log, toasting a lizard he caught nearby. it was silent for a moment until they looked at the general, "...i know i said this before, but you really feel familiar... as if i met you or i've known you before..."

lilia stayed silent for a moment before twirling the lizard on the stick a little bit, toasting it on the fireplace as silver, sebek, yuu, and grim were thinking of making the meals instead.

and so they did. they offered to cook, leaving lilia with f/n for a while. that was when he looked at the spitting image of his past beloved, "...you remind me of someone i knew back then."

f/n tilted their head a little, "hm? who is it? where are they now?" lilia did not know how to answer that as he realised he was coping with the grief that he set aside the entire time, "...someone i loved. they're gone now, for the past 20 years."

"20...? that's a coincidence. i'm that old too," spoke f/n as they looked at lilia with a curious gaze. lilia stayed silent for a bit, thoughts swirling in his head as he wondered if it was a coincidence. you died twenty years ago, and this person before him is 20 years old. were you reborn?

this is purely just a coincidence, right?

setting that thought aside, he proceeds to have a conversation with f/n. a few days have passed and they are getting closer to the silver owls headquarters. once they were just a few more miles away, night has come, setting them up a camp to rest before continuing the expedition.

everything was like usual. silver and sebek offered to make dinner once more, while yuu and grim helped around. the other soldiers were patching up wounds and resting by the fireplace as they chatted with their other comrades. baul and lilia were having a conversation, perhaps discussing the course of action while waiting for the meal.

and f/n, on the other hand, remained seated on a log near their tent. their gaze never peeled away from lilia as they desperately tried to think about certain thoughts, such as...

how did they know what his favourite meal was? he never told them about it nor did they have a conversation regarding those topics once.

how did they know which pie flavour he liked? never once did f/n attempt to make pies in this lifetime, and yet they knew so much about lilia's preference.

why did they have thoughts about missing the way he looks when he smiles fondly? it's not like they have seen him smile throughout the expedition, and fondly at that.

but one thought that bothered them the most was... why did they feel as if they were falling in love all over again?

all that thinking led to lilia approaching them after his conversation with baul ended. he wondered why f/n looked so deep in thought while staring at him earlier, seeing as the gaze was obvious. he then knelt down and looked at them, "what's wrong?"

f/n immediately snapped out of their thoughts before shaking their head, "no, it's nothing... i was just thinking about a few things..."

lilia hummed in response, but he did not believe them when they said it was nothing. he then sat beside them, staying silent for a bit before letting out a tired sigh.

"...don't die again, okay?"

f/n raised a brow at his words. again? what did he mean by again? they looked at lilia once more and spoke, "what do you mean by 'again'...?"

the general then eyed f/n as he replied, "wherever you go, i'll find you... remember?" and just like magic, those words hit f/n like a truck. vague memories started flooding their mind as they pictured scenes of being in a cottage and holding lilia's hand, baking pies and handing them out to the soldiers that were currently accompanying them, or how lilia would always drop by for a visit to check in on them.

lilia saw how f/n seemed spooked, and he was about to speak until they pulled him in for a tight hug, wrapping their arms around him as they held him close. no words were exchanged for a moment, but lilia felt the warmth he felt back then.

silver and sebek were watching them while waiting for the pot to boil, and though they had not said anything, they smiled at one another before looking back at the younger versions of f/n and lilia.

after the hug, lilia cupped f/n's cheeks with a small yet gentle smile, "you're still as beautiful as i remember." they let out a soft chuckle as they remained their arms around his torso, "i missed you..."

his gentle smile grew a little more as he placed a kiss on their forehead, "don't leave me this time..."

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ao3feed-twiyor · 3 months

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good for my heart bad for business

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s4SAJfM by jade_efflorescence She wishes a part of her weren’t so weak to the crinkle of her husband’s eyes and the rarity of his smile, so eager to see him receive a fraction of the gratitude he’s inspired in her. ~ A small, silly part of him wishes that this moment could last forever—engulfed in the warm voices and bubbling meals and bright bouquets he’s denied himself for a lifetime. or, Yor and Loid discover little things that remind them of each other. Words: 2365, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 16 of you're made of safety with sprinkles of danger (spy x family) Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Anya Forger (mentioned), also a cool florist but she's only in it for one scene Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, w a sprinkle of angst are we really surprised, Soft Loid Forger | Twilight, Soft Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Slice of Life, Idiots in Love, the mutual pining in this is ASTRONOMICAL, Song: Bad For Business (Sabrina Carpenter), it's so them what can i say, Language of Flowers, Gift Giving read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/s4SAJfM

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #twiyor #spy x family #sxf #loid forger #yor forger

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paintedscales · 5 months

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☁️ : A soft headcanon

Hello there, Briar! Thank you so much for the ask! I appreciate it greatly! ; w ; / ♥

EMOJI PROMPTS

I was going to screenshot this and add it to the other soft headcanon ask I answered, but I have multiple, so why not! |D

One of the things I like to imagine is, that for Nomin's sake, since I think Estinien is more restless than she is after a time and likes traveling more, is that he brings back packets of seeds from places he's been to the island sanctuary. He knows that Nomin likes growing things, and he's learned that her time with the Sagahl means that she's more prone to planting back what she's taken so that the earth can keep producing (and it's something that he does every now and then, too, after spending more time with her).

He goes out of his way to have the florist / botanist / mycologist / plant person he's getting them from (we don't talk about how much he spends, though I imagine most people who sell seeds probably aren't out to swindle him as often) write down the instructions and ideal planting environment for them so that he can hand those off to Nomin as well. Though none of these items can be used for Merlwyb's initiative in helping build the Cieldalaes islands as places of interest for island-produced goods, successful nurturing and growth of the plants makes Nomin happy, which in turn makes Estinien happy.

It also means sometimes they get fruits and veggies that aren't grown on the island naturally! :>

#questions and answers #user: briar-ffxiv #thank you ♥#ffxiv #ffxiv oc #oc: nomin tal kheeriin #estinien varlineau #estinien x wol #wolstinien #cinnamon ship

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cthulhu-calling · 2 years

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Take Your Memory With You I

Carol Danvers x f!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader

Summary : There's never anything interesting that happens in your small town of Rose Briar. But when heartbreak, a beautiful stranger and your past come knocking, there's nowhere to run.

Warnings : fluff, angst, reader needs to stand up to her mum, adopted reader, mixed feelings

Author's Note : okay so my reader is a woc but I've tried to make reader's physical appearance of reader as vague as possible. So, reader is obviously Winnie's adopted daughter and Bucky's sister. Please let me know what you think of the first chapter :))

Word Count : 1368

series masterlsit

You loaded up all the groceries into your truck before dropping the shopping cart off. Just as you were ready to pull out of the parking lot, your phone starts to ring.

“Hey what’s up?” You ask, trying to balance your phone between your shoulder and ear as you slowly pull out of the parking.

“Just wondering when you’re getting home,” Carol asks and you can hear something sizzling in the pan in the background.

“Twenty minutes, tops. I gotta drop off groceries for ma and Natasha,” you tell her, driving towards your mom’s house.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you soon?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’ll be home soon. I love you,” you say and she echoes the same before hanging up.

You pull up in front of your childhood home, pulling your sweater tighter around yourself before getting out of the vehicle. You wish you’d gotten a thicker one along but you don’t have much time to waste as you quickly make your way to the door, knocking impatiently.

Winnie Barnes greets you at the door and you can tell she’s mad.

“What’s wrong now?” you sigh, carrying the two huge bags to the dining table.

“Do you remember Elaine?” you can tell she’s bursting at the seams with anger.

“Elaine Schmidt?” you ask, mostly disinterested.

“Ever since her daughter got married to some rich man in New York, she won’t get off her high horse. She was showing off that red sports car her daughter gifted her. Hah! She’s half blind and she’s gonna drive a sports car?” Your mother scoffs and though she tries to hide it, you know she’s jealous.

“That sucks. Good for Kelly though,” you shrug.

“That’s a gold digger if I’ve ever seen one. He’s twenty years older than her, that husband of hers,” she supplies and while you store that information for later so you can share it with Carol, you don’t show it.

“Is there a point to this?” You sigh.

“Oh yes, do you remember her florist shop? She sold it to some city folk and it’s going to be made into a dance studio! Can you imagine?” She asks, wholly against the idea.

“Maybe it’ll be good for the town, who knows?”

“No it won’t, people from the city don’t just move to small towns outta nowhere. They’ve something to hide, always,” she whispers conspiratorially. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Ma, I really should get going,” you say, pretending to check your watch.

“Stay for dinner. I made your favourite key lime pie for dessert,” she tempts but you know you can’t.

“I can’t tonight ma. Carol’s waiting at home and she cooked. She has something important to share,” you decline her offer and you can already see the gears turning in your mom’s head.

She might not be biologically your mother but she had been possessive of you ever since you were a baby. She’d always wanted a daughter and finding out that she couldn’t have another child had devastated her. So when you came into the life of the Barnes’, everything changed. Winnie felt that she had her right over you first and foremost. To be fair, she was like that with your brother Bucky too but with you it was on a whole nother level.

“You don’t think she’s going to ask you to marry her, is she?” She asks incredulously, as if even the thought of it is absurd.

“No! No, we’ve only been together for like less than two years. It’s way too soon, isn’t it?” Your expression of doubt is enough for her to jump on.

“Of course, dear. Even if she does, know that you don’t have to feel pressured by her okay? If she tries something, you come straight to me, okay?” She says in a honey tone. You know she’s grasping for straws. Ever since you moved in with Carol six months ago, she has been like this.

“We’ll see, I guess. I should get going, I gotta drop these off at Natasha’s too,” you let her know and you know she’s not pleased.

“You’re still doing grocery runs for her? Parker is a year old now, she should have the hang of things by now,” your mother scowls.

“Ma, enough,” you’re stern and she finally lets up with a sigh.

“Fine, thanks for getting these for me,” she motions vaguely towards the groceries.

“No worries, I’ll see you soon,” you call out as you walk towards the door.

“Wait!”

“What now?” You ask, not bothering to mask the irritation in her tone.

“Take this with you. God forbid you go hungry because that woman can’t cook,” she says as she hands you a Tupperware of key lime pie. You sigh, accepting it if just to avoid a fight.

You get in the car and drive to Natasha’s next. Once you’re there, you grab all the groceries and ring her doorbell. You’re patient, even though the plastic of the carry bags digs into your skin a little painfully now. But when more than five minutes pass of you ringing the doorbell three more times, you’re worried.

You drop the bags and start moving the plants around, looking for that spare key you know she hides somewhere. You throw open the door when you finally find it, forgetting all about the groceries.

You rush inside, calling out her name. You check the spare bedroom and the bathroom, finding both empty. When you throw open the door to the master, it’s loud enough to wake Natasha up.

“Natasha! Oh my goodness, you scared me,” you gasp, finally catching your breath.

“Sorry, Parker was sleeping so I just dozed off. Did I scare you?” She asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Uh, yeah?” You say.

“Sorry,” she offers sheepishly.

“It’s fine. I dropped your groceries on the way in so I can’t guarantee the survival of the eggs,” you declare and she laughs, letting you know it’s alright.

“I couldn’t find the OJ at the store, they’d run out so I got apple juice instead,” you say as you place all the groceries out of the bag and onto the kitchen island.

“That’s alright as long as you got my mushrooms,” she says.

“Yeah, they’re real fresh. How’s things by the way?” You wonder.

“They’re alright, we’re finally settling into a rhythm. I think I’m ready to go back to work,” she tells you and you can hear the genuine joy in her words for the first time in months.

“That’s great,” you say, impulsively grabbing her hand and squeezing it. She smiles, squeezing it back. Her hand is soft in yours and you can’t resist turning it around to trace a tiny heart onto it.

Natasha sighs, stepping closer and your heart’s like a butterfly in your chest. The past few months, little touches and looks have become commonplace but you’ve never been this close to her.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears and just as it seems like something might finally happen, that maybe one of you would break this stalemate, your phone goes off and in a blink of an eye, Natasha is all the way across from you, on the other side of the marble island.

You rush to answer Carol’s call and hope the guilt doesn’t bleed through your tone.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in ten, I’m sorry,” you tell Carol when she asks why you’re not home yet. You’ll explain later.

“I should really get going, you take care, okay? And call me if you need anything,” you tell her as you grab the empty bags and tuck your phone into your pocket. A sense of disappointment lingers between the two of you.

“Yeah, thanks for grabbing my groceries. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she says, tucking the cash into your sweater pocket.

“It’s the least I can do since, you know,” you mutter awkwardly, cursing yourself for bringing him up.

She just hums, walking you to the door and you leave with just one last look at her.

You love Carol, you really do. But it’s not her who’s on your mind on the drive back home.

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