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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 8 days

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Inconceivable (Princess Bride AU)

Part I: A Kissing Story

Westeros has been at peace for nearly a year, and a wedding has been planned to celebrate the anniversary. King Jacaerys will marry his aunt, the only surviving child of the Greens, and unite both Targaryen bloodlines at last. It is a fairy tale ending, but this is no ordinary fairy tale...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader (third person, no use of Y/N), side Jacaerys x reader

Warnings: Angst, grief, forced marriage

Point of View: Limited third person omniscient

Author's Note: Nothing like watching an old classic movie to revive the writing inspiration, huh?

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Part I: A Kissing Story

“The princess was raised in a great castle along the coast of a glimmering sea. Her favorite pastimes were riding her dragon and tormenting her older brother. His name was…” Aemond. His name was Aemond, but she couldn’t say that. She had not said it in what felt like a lifetime. Not even to their mother.

His name was Aerion. But she never called him that. Nothing gave the princess as much pleasure as ordering Aerion around. ‘Lēkia, help me brush my hair!’ she would say.

Aerion would reply, “as you wish.’ It was all he ever said to her.

One day, the princess called him into her chambers before they were to attend a ball. When he entered, she was sitting at her vanity, a necklace of sapphires set in gold laid before her. ‘Lēkia, help me with my necklace. The clasp is quite tricky.’

The clasp was not tricky, but he put it around her neck anyway, his hands lingering on her neck as they gazed into each other’s eyes through the mirror. ‘As you wish,’ Aerion said.

That day, the princess was amazed to discover that when her brother said ‘As you wish,’ what he meant was this: ‘I love you.’ And even more amazing was that night when she realized she truly loved him back.”

“Is this a kissing story?” Young Aegon’s voice shattered the spell she’d been under like a pane of glass. The young prince – her nephew – was tucked into his bed as he recovered from a mild fever.

She laughed. The boy was becoming a man now if he no longer had a taste for ‘kissing stories.’ Once, he had loved them. “I’m sorry, Aegon. I can tell another if you would prefer?”

Aegon sighed. “No, I think I just want to sleep, muña.”

“Then I shall let you sleep, trēsy.” She did not let her disappointment show until she had left her nephew’s bedchamber. She needed to tell the story, for it was the only way she could keep it alive, the only way she could remember.

So, as she returned to her rooms and was readied for bed by servants she did not trust, she silently told the story to herself.

“Aerion asked the crown for permission to marry his sister, but before they could say their vows, war befell the kingdom, and he was sent away to battle to protect their family.

‘I fear I’ll never see you again,’ the princess cried as they said their farewells.

‘Of course you will,’ he assured.

‘But what if something happens to you?’

‘Hear this now: I will always come for you.’

Through her tears, the princess asked, ‘How can you be sure?’

Aerion smiled, ‘This is true love; you think it happens every day?’

His assurance gave the princess enough bravery to watch him mount his dragon and fly away. But Aerion did not return from battle. His dragon was attacked in the Gullet by his enemies and felled. When the princess got the news that he was murdered, she went into her rooms and shut the door and for days she neither slept nor ate, swearing she would never love again.

Two years later, King’s Landing was filled as never before to hear the announcement of the great King Jacaerys’ bride-to-be.

‘My people,’ Jacaerys said, ‘three months from now, our realm will celebrate a year since peace was at last declared. On that sundown, I shall marry my dear aunt, our princess, to reunite our family and signal an end to the strife that threatened to consume us.’

The people cheered so loudly that the princess thought she might be struck deaf. But she was not, forcing her to hear every moment of their adoration. Her emptiness consumed her.

Although the law of the land gave Jacaerys the right to choose his bride, the princess did not love him. He had fought in the battle where her true love had been killed, and every time she looked at him, all she could see was a vision of her brother as he and his dragon fell into the sea.

Despite Jacaerys’ reassurance that she would grow to love him, the only joy she found was in telling her story to her little niece and nephews – the only other remaining members of her family and the only ones who would not glean the longing in her voice. For if the king or his council ever learned that she still loved her brother…”

The door thumped shut as the last of the servants left. She let out a heavy sigh, at last feeling as though she could breathe again as she finished her story, whispered into her pillow.

“She would never be allowed to tell the story again.”

Hundreds of miles away, a weather-worn ship rocked lazily in the docks of Lys. Its crew was scattered within the city, enjoying its many pleasures.

All but the captain.

The man known and feared throughout the world as the Dread Pirate Symeon sat alone in his quarters, silent as death. He pored over a map of the Narrow Sea, but his eye was drawn again and again to a single mark – the small three-headed dragon along the coast of Westeros—King’s Landing.

He ran a finger gloved in black leather over the mark, tapping it twice as he again pondered the words that had echoed in his mind since he heard them.

“King Jacaerys has announced his intention to marry his aunt upon the anniversary of his taking the throne and restoring peace to Westeros.”

Symeon stood so quickly that his chair toppled over, one leg splintering on impact. He did not give it a second glance before strapping a sackful of gold to his belt and storming off the ship.

One of his sailors had the misfortune to be making his way drunkenly back to the ship when the captain pulled him aside. “The ship is Marlow’s now,” he said, naming his first mate. “You will tell no one that you have seen me, or I will return and slit your throat. Understood?”

The sailor nodded, his blood sluggish with drink and fear. The captain released him, and he nearly stumbled into the sea.

When he regained his balance and looked back down the dock, the Dread Pirate Symeon was gone.

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istodayajewishholiday · 4 months

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22 December 2023 - 10 Tevet 5784

Yes, today is the Tenth of Tevet (Asarah B’Tevet). On this day in 588 BCE, the Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar II began the siege of Jerusalem that eventually culminated in the destruction of the First Temple.

In commemoration of this event, some observe a fast from daybreak to nightfall.

The Tenth of Tevet is also observed by some as a general Kaddish/mourning day for victims of the Holocaust, especially for relatives of victims for whom the yahrtzeit (anniversary of death) is unknown.

Shabbat begins at sundown.

#judaism #jumblr #fasting

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jamesunderwater · 2 months

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Jily Microfic - Sentimental

@jilymicrofics- feb 25th, prompt: sentimental - words: 397

It was not difficult to know what James Potter liked, as he never stopped talking about himself. So of course Lily knew that his favorite team was Puddlemere United, his favorite dessert was sticky toffee pudding, his favorite spot was the very top of the quidditch stands at sundown, and his favorite chocolate frog card to get was Salazar Slytherin, because he enjoyed repeatedly flicking him in the face. Anyone plagued by his proximity, Lily was sure, would know these things as well.

The difficult task had been deciding which of his favorites to use, but in the end, dessert seemed the obvious choice.

Lily arrived at their shared office twenty minutes before they were set to meet. Charming the pudding and sauce to stay warm and the ice cream to stay cold, she set the plate at his desk, ready and waiting for when he came in.

“What’s this?" James asked, standing beside his desk and pointing at the plate. His eyebrows were knit in confusion, but Lily thought she saw a grin waiting in the rafters.

Lily leaned back in her desk chair and said, "Happy anniversary," as way of an answer.

An eyebrow flicked skyward, and Lily relished in James’s awkward hesitation before he replied, "...Anniversary?"

"Yes," she said, and stood to join him by his desk. “Don’t you remember?”

The paused grin had disappeared altogether now, his expression one of total bewilderment. “Er… No.” His hand went to his hair, and Lily’s heart did a small flip, as it always did when she elicited his infamous fidget.

“This day last year was the first time – and only – time you made a potion better than mine,” she explained, speaking as though it should have been obvious. “I thought it worthy of celebration.”

His face split into an amused grin. “I didn’t know you were so sentimental, Evans.”

She shrugged, smiling to herself. “It was a once in a lifetime sort of moment.”

He snorted. “Quite a claim when we’ve got a lot longer to go in this lifetime.”

“Mm,” she hummed, “I’m not worried.”

Looking down at the dessert again, James glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “Did you know sticky toffee pudding’s my favorite?”

Lily crossed her arms. “Really?” She shook her head. “How funny. Lucky guess, I suppose.”

“Yeah,” he replied, lifting the spoon with a smirk. “Lucky guess.”

#jily microfic #james potter #lily evans #academic rivals #my writing #jily*#jily #jily fic #jple #hp #jilymicrofics

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sundownsquad · 1 year

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Second Anniversary art giveaway prize for @sulevinen featuring their OC Kara "borrowing" Commander Fox's helmet. <3

#Star Wars #Star Wars OCs #Commander Fox #Sundown Anniversary

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anantaru · 1 year

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SFW VALENTINES DAY HEADCANONS ୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅♡ !

⋆⑅˚₊ including scaramouche, alhaitham, heizou x gn! reader !! genre / — ‧₊˚✧ fluff, crack, so soft, kissing, some are new to this but are trying their best ♡ ˚ ⋅ event mlist.

⋆⑅˚₊ — SCARAMOUCHE

at this illustrious, striking celebration, scaramouche had put it upon himself to bring you the maximum amount of fulfillment and serenity he himself was capable to provide.

in a general sense, this years valentines day was non other than his first one as well, considering everything scaramouche had never even thought about it in advance and was certifiably, to put into words, quite out of the loop on what he was presumed to do.

as a direct result of that, he did not waste any time to get himself to a library in a twinkling of an eye and stockpile on as much crucial insights about this day to come as he possibly could (and find).

fundamentally speaking, scaramouche had intended to make this your especial and never to be forgotten valentines day yet.

and evidently, which he should've seen coming, his face vastly hardened the second he encountered the many different varieties on how someone could celebrate this occasion.

it's that, a bit precious, vast exhalation of massive frustration that made him almost vigorously dash a book across the entire library but he knew he'd only get unwanted attention because of that.

but to get a serious sense of it now, what was the best way to spend valentines day together with your significant other?

was it perhaps, going on a heartwarming evening picnic with a heavenly refreshing breeze dusting through your clothes or rather buying an excessively high priced gift that assuredly doesn't have an aching symbolism enamored with it?

as it turned out by reading one of the books over and over, scaramouche had rendered himself entirely voiceless by the towering volume of routes and began to panic, strongly rubbing his eyes.

beyond question he concluded to just straight up remove himself and do it in his way, as it principally appeared to be the single correct component in this situation.

there was not a chance for this book to be smarter than he was.

furthermore, that's when he then, on a tranquil sundown in sumeru city, brought you to an absorbing location you had severely embossed in your memories for perpetuity.

and the second he stopped in front of your frame, you at last, had realized it was the place you first met in.

on this noteworthy day, scaramouche's entire life had been flipped upside down and violently ruffled, but he was glad it happened, that you became this strong pillar in his life he always could rely on.

that he too, was someone you were in search of whenever you had a rough day and it was him who could smoother down your worries and dilemmas.

saving for the fact that he wasn't awfully into showing candid physical affection towards his partner outside of the fine confinement's of your shared home, he smiled before he drove himself a little bit closer, gingerly kissing your lips at long last.

⋆⑅˚₊ — ALHAITHAM

(not) surprisingly enough, alhaitham did not ponder about valentines day staggeringly and it could turn befittingly devitalizing if you did decide to elucidate it to him in great detail.

as it turned out, on a personal viewpoint, he says, the 'celebration' you had named valentines day wasn't a legitimate occasion in his eyes.

but of course, no matter the circumstances of his distinct position, the instant he had recognized how you wanted it to happen this year, he, at first glance, instinctively puffed out a warm frazzled heave, but then afterwards, even the most minuscule traces of any kind of restraint from your boyfriend would then whirl into unimportance.

you're his significant other, he says, if you undoubtedly longed to carouse your relationship with this matter (instead of rejoicing on your anniversary that alhaitham found was far more logical) he'd do it for you.

you were definitely snickering when you stepped outside with him for the first time, the outrageously crowded areas of sumeru city were packed this season, you guess you could handle it to a certain extent but could alhaitham too?

despite that, as you wandered within the dense crowds of sumeru city, you didn't actually think alhaitham had something planned nor did you expect anything.

it's safe to say you were inordinately thrilled that he pushed his own doubts about the celebration aside for you, which had been more than enough.

alhaitham hums deep in thought when he guided you towards a bench outside of the akademiya, as if he was itching to tell you something.

"here." he speaks the exact same time his hand brings something forward, "this is for you."

you tilted your head a little as you approached the encased letter in his hand but when you attempted to open it right in front of him he haltered your movements almost entirely, "not here!"

"why?" your eyes squint a little at how he had phrased his not so sophisticated reaction, it's as if he was in great panic about something, ".. read it at home .. please."

notwithstanding the noticeable fact that alhaitham's eyes held a slight glint of embarrassment embedded onto them, you quietly accepted the letter from him with a smile, moving forward to kiss his cheek.

"thank you."

the letter, white framing and nondescript, it seems plain and inconspicuous, but it held all the more meaning to it as you opened it at the end of your venture.

and you were reading through the hastily scribbled wordings alhaitham had vast troubles with saying out loud; because how on earth does someone describe love through words?

⋆⑅˚₊ — HEIZOU

unbeknownst to your person, your boyfriend heizou and his, well, trailblazing, mind boggling method of indulging valentines day with you wasn't what you had quite expected in the beginning.

because you see, he thought it'll be a good idea (a great even) to straight up smuggle you both into watatsumi island and be entertained by it there.

be it the marvelous, brilliant scenery or the innumerable places to go, when you considered all the positive things that could happen, you soon didn't find it that concerning anymore.

but, it could get pretty .. out of hand if none of you were to look out entirely, yet heizou wouldn't waver once to gift you this memorable day, you deserve it all.

despite the fact the troubling situation had greatly calmed down, heizou was still working for the tenryou commission, for him to mindlessly walk into a place like this wouldn't have been the brightest idea coming from someone who was referred to as the world bests detective.

"it'll be fine!" he calmly assures you with a careless flicker in his eyes, "i need to show you this place for our day."

heizou all of a sudden grabbed your wrist and wandered towards the promised location quicker, his stern gaze was pointed towards on sole goal.

the illustrious day of all days, the celebration of celebrations, for heizou, this was the best gift out of all the ones.

his facial expression on this day wouldn't waver a single bit— the warmth in his eyes, they penetrated your entire skin, truthfully couldn't heizou wait to jubilate this relationship all day and night long, you sensed he was about to bubble over with genuine excitement from daydreaming about it.

over and above that he stilled his steps as he turned you towards him, you weren‘t sure what was more charming, the aesthetically pleasing view of watatsumi island or your good looking boyfriend.

"you really outdid yourself today." you joked and swiftly plopped against the soft grass with heizou following suit, "really?"

though harboring concerns within the first couple hours of your adventure, they ultimately fell silent when heizou kissed you at last, or when held you, kissed you again, loved you.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #alhaitham x reader #heizou x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #heizou x you #scaramouche x you #alhaitham x you #al haitham x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact images #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact wanderer #wanderer x reader #valentines day

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 9 months

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Strong Enough To Stand

1200 words for 1200 followers #5

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This one sort of follows one of the other requests that I got for Joel for this event called It Pours From Your Eyes, but it can also be read as stand alone.

Warnings: loss, mention of character death, Joel Miller’s big sad eyes

Requested by: @senorabond Song: Heavy In Your Arms Character Choice: Joel Miller - thank you so much for sending this in! This song is such a good choice for Joel, and I hope you like the direction that I took it in!

Summary: It’s a difficult day for Joel, and though you don’t know the details of why, you try to be there for him the best way that you can. Joel realizes that he doesn’t have to repeat his regrets - so he doesn’t.

Joel cleared the gravel from his throat as soon as the stream came into view.

He hadn’t spoken since that morning, the two of you wordlessly breaking down your camp. For most of the day there had been nothing but your horses’ hooves on the hard ground to break the silence. It was nearing sundown when he finally spoke your name, voice creaking with disuse.

That’s not all it is.

You’d known to expect this when you woke up that morning - even though you’d done so with his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You’d known to expect it because you’d seen him like this before.

Today means something.

It was an annual occurrence, one of those horrible anniversaries that everyone had. A ritual of remembrance that did nothing to lessen the load he carried, but that he needed to do anyway.

You’d been assigned to a patrol with him shortly after he and Ellie showed up when you witnessed it the first time. He’d asked you to wait with the horses while he filled the canteens at the stream. You hardly knew him then, but the look in his eyes was all you needed to know that he was really asking for a moment to himself. Your canteen was still full, but you handed it to him with a nod, turning to give him privacy. You hadn’t meant to, but when you turned back around at the sound of his footsteps approaching again, you’d noticed a small stack of rocks near the water’s edge.

Joel was a stranger to you then. You knew next to nothing about him, only that he was Tommy Miller’s brother. But you knew why people built memorials. Why they carved names into trees, spoke to the wind, left notes where no one would find them. You wanted to know who the stone pyramid was for, what that person meant to him. But you knew better than to ask.

You were certain that was why he had chosen to slowly trust you.

The following year, when he was assigned to another patrol around the same time, Joel requested you as his partner. Again as you’d neared the stream a few miles outside of town, he suggested that you stick with the horses so he could refill your water supply. Though you purposely kept your eyes averted that time, the sound of rocks knocking together reached your ears.

But still, you said nothing when Joel returned.

The two of you were friends by then. More than friends, some nights. The trust and comfort you found in each other had grown, not taking down walls entirely, but opening doors from time to time. You’d brought him into your bed. He’d taken you into his arms. But there were still lines that you didn’t cross - wouldn’t cross, unless Joel did first.

With the passing of another year, you felt him coming closer to those lines than he ever had before. And fuck, you were ready. You were ready to see the rest of him, the parts he hadn’t shown you yet, ready to take half the weight from his heart even if it was enough to sink yours.

You were ready to love him.

But right now there was something that you knew he had to do. Even if you still didn’t know the reason behind it.

It’s important to him. That’s what matters.

Clicking your tongue, you stopped your horse next to Joel’s, climbing down as he did the same. When he looked up, your eyes locked with his and even though you knew what to expect, seeing the raw ache in them nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, lace your fingers together behind his neck and show him that you were there, right there with him.

You didn’t, though. Instead, you handed him your canteen before he could ask for it. You resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss the patch of skin that showed through his beard, let your lips linger there like a punctuation point. Like they did when you shared sheets in the dark. “I’ll stay with the horses, Joel.”

Something new flashed in his eyes then, something different from what you’d come to expect from this ritual. The roughened pads of his fingers grazed your knuckles as he took the canteen from you, and you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the heaviness that had stolen his words. He held your gaze for a few seconds longer, almost as though he was waiting for something.

But then he nodded, turning with a sniff and heading for the water.

– – –

Joel’s hand plunged beneath the water, grasping for the flat rock that lay at the bottom. It would make for a solid base. Pulling it out, he set it on the bank, a ragged sigh pushing its way through his lips.

Three years.

He chose another stone, squeezing it tightly before stacking it atop the first.

Goddamnit I miss you, Tess.

The next rock that caught his eye was partially embedded in the muck. He worked his fingertips under it to pull it free, adding it to the pile. It was hefty and broad, strong enough to stand up to wind and weather. Strong enough to last.

Like we were.

He was almost certain that she knew how he felt about her. But almost wasn’t good enough. He knew that, now.

I’m sorry I never said it. I should have.

He topped the memorial with a smooth, white-gray oval shaped stone.

I should have told you that I loved you.

Joel looked down at the cairn letting a fat tear drop onto it. A slight breeze blew over his damp cheeks and he closed his eyes, remembering her last words to him.

“Save who you can save.”

Your face joined hers behind his eyelids then, and the thought that had been playing on repeat since he woke that morning echoed in his brain again. He shivered, despite the warm summer air.

I have to tell her. Tonight.

He’d waited too long to tell Tess. He didn’t want the first time that he said aloud that he loved you to be to a pile of rocks.

– – –

You made it to the safehouse just before nightfall, Joel’s silence continuing after his return with the canteens. It lasted through your meal. You figured that he wouldn’t break it until the next day.

But then, with his arms around you, just like they were that morning, he did.

“I wanna tell you about today.” His lips landed behind your ear. “I wanna tell you about everything. But I have to say something first. Somethin’ that scares the hell out of me but - ” He sighed. “Something I should have said to you a long time ago.”

You held your breath for a few seconds, your heart smashing at your ribs.

“I love you.”

His words dropped directly into your heart, solid and sure and strong.

You didn’t know when the tears started, but they were there when you lay your arm over his, squeezing back. “I love you, too, Joel.”

I always will.

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darklinsblog · 2 years

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Unattended Wife | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Morpheus misses his anniversary to save Calliope, so now he must make it up to his wife.

Pairing: Morpheus x Eos! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Part II

Today was your first century anniversary with your husband Morpheus, you could not believe one hundred years had passed since you had married the Dream Lord. You were beyond excited to celebrate with your husband, he promised he would come back as soon as possible to enjoy his time with you.

But as hours passed, that seemed much less likely, specially as you had to evoke the sundown, signaling night time. Until you were simply walking alone in the Dreaming, forgotten.

You were offended, angry and anything along those lines, you couldn’t understand why he was not here, he should be here, celebrating with his wife, but no.

Suddenly, your spouse appeared at the veil, you looked at him with a harsh expression.

“Where were you?” You asked, evidently irritated, Morpheus looked down, embarrassed.

“Before you sulk, please let me speak” he requested you quietly, you still weren’t pleased about this but you allowed him to speak “I went to Calliope’s aid” he started saying but you completely shut down after that sentence, this was outrageous, missing your anniversary for work was one thing, but missing your celebrations to be with his ex-wife?

You walked away from him, not being able to form coherent words due to the anger, your husband followed you.

“Y/N, please. Listen to me!” He urged, yanking your arm, forcing you to look at him.

“Out of all people, did it really have to be her?”

“Y/N no- it is not what it looks like”

“Let’s see how it looks, then. You went to see Calliope, for whatever matter, and you left me, your wife. Waiting to celebrate your anniversary” he sighed, he understood your point, he did. But he didn’t know how to defend himself.

Your skin went lightly pail, Morpheus knew that went it did that, it meant you were sad. He hated to make you sad, he always wanted to keep the glow in your face, but tonight he had failed to do that.

He cupped your face in his hands, you tried to push him away but he shushed you, aiming to ease you.

“If you don’t want to believe me, I respect it. But do believe that I love you” he rested his forehead against yours, making you sigh

“You’re not being fair to me” you said, he smiled softly.

“I know that, but seeing Calliope made something very clear to me” you pulled away, the Dream Lord held you by the waist, inspecting your curious expression.

“Please, enlighten me” you teased, making him smirk and get close to your ear.

“Will you make me a father, my beautiful dawn?” Your eyes went wide open, a notorious blush installed in your cheeks. The way he requested this, with such seductiveness made your knees buckle.

“Are you certain, Dream?” You asked, knowing about his past, his eyes became slightly brighter and full of life.

“I have given this much thought, and after seeing Calliope I realized it is time for us to move forward, without the ghosts of the past lingering” he spoke calmly, in truth, you had always wanted children to Morpheus but you didn’t want him to feel pressured, and after tonight’s events, this, was the very last thing you expected.

Having not found the right words you did what you thought best, which was to kiss him, a kiss loaded with love and excitement.

Soon, you reached the bedroom and you were now both completely bare on the bed, Morpheus took a second to admire your beauty, as the personification of dawn, you were breathtaking, and he just wanted to adore you.

As you shared a passionate kiss, your husband reached his hand in between your bodies, reaching your folds, skillfully pleasuring you, making you moan and giggle in his lips. Now that you were attempting to conceive a child, your sexual encounter felt different, so much more thrilling but also romantic.

Something only the King of Dreams seemed to achieve, he played with your entrance for a while, until he thought you were moist enough to welcome his member inside you.

When that happened, he position the tip of his cock at your entrance, making you even wetter and aroused, he looked directly into your eyes.

“Are you ready, my love?”

“Always”

With your last word, Morpheus entered you, you held hands as he did and he stared deeply into your eyes, taking in the lustful look in your pupils.

Both of you moaned louder as he reached his limit, entering you fully, becoming one. He pressed your legs to his hips and started a steady rhythm inside you, not to slow, not to fast. It was perfect.

Perfect because you weren’t just fucking for pleasure, you were making love, a love that, hopefully, would transform into a new life you would carry.

You were moaning, chanting his name, while you hold him as close as you could, digging your nails softly into his back, just like you knew he loved. Your bodies were reacting deliciously to one another, you could feel yourself almost coming undone, but Morpheus was much more on the edge than you.

His whole body was tensing by the second, he couldn’t even form coherent words anymore, there were just sounds of pure pleasure.

With just one last thrust, his whole seed filled you and you were more than eager to take it all in, the feeling of your spouse filling you was enough to have your own release as you gasped in delight.

Morpheus looked at you tenderly, he nuzzled your cheek with his fingers, enamored by the mere sight of you, you did the same as you smiled widely.

He pulled out of you, but brought you close, embracing your nakedness in his arms, protecting you in some way.

As you looked into your husband’s cosmic eyes, the only thought that crossed your mind was that you could not see the time to carry his child.

That was, if you weren’t already.

You spent the rest of the night, thinking of possible names for your children, thinking where could be a good place to put the crib, while it may sound silly, it felt good to allow yourself to sit an indulge in the endless possibilities of your future together.

Because now that the past had left, there was only the present and future ahead.

#the sandman comics #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #dream of the endless x reader #tom sturridge x reader #tom sturridge #dream x reader #morpheus x reader #morpheus x you #morpheus sandman #morpheus #morpheus smut #sandman shitpost #sandman x y/n #sandman comics #morpheus imagines

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chaoticm0therfvcker · 16 days

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Arrogant Whelp (CRK modern AU)

Tags: modern au, purecacao fluff and angst, my oc, clotted cream being a dick, lots of swearing, my oc beats up clotted cream but there isn’t a ton of gore

Summary: a modern take on the big reveal from cookie odyssey, taking place in Caffeines bar.

It was just after sundown, and Dark Cacao, Hollyberry, and Pure Vanilla were hanging out in Caffeine’s bar, Night and Day Cafe. It was a coffee shop by day, and a bar at night, and the three found themselves there often. Cacao would often get himself a coffee before work and pick up a tea for Vanilla, and Hollyberry had spent countless nights there drinking “berry juice” and talking with Caffeine about their current adventures. Unfortunately, despite being close friends, it had been forever since they had been able to hang out together just the three of them. They would have invited White Lily and Golden Cheese as well, but Lily was still recovering from her several year long coma and Golden decided that with a little kid in the house, it would be best that they do something during the day so she could introduce the gang to Fettuccine. So here they were, Hollyberry having her usual drink while Dark Cacao and Pure Vanilla treated themselves to cocktails they didn’t drink very often. They were chatting, catching up on major life events, joking around about the relationship between Crunchy Chip and Wildberry, and even getting Caffeine involved in the conversation whenever the topic switched to travel plans or some sort of crazy event they felt she would be interested in. And of course, Cacao and Vanilla teasing her slightly whenever she got flustered from Hollyberry’s responses.

Then, as any lovely outing among friends would face, it was ruined by a rather arrogant eavesdropper, more specifically, a regular at Night and Day that Caffeine did not get good vibes from.

His name was Clotted Cream.

“Well, hello there,” he started, glancing at the three from across the bar while swirling his drink, “fancy seeing you here.”

Dark Cacao stifled a groan. He knew Clotted Cream, as well as just how annoying he was. He would constantly try to get between Vanilla and Cacao, making comments on their parenting skills, trying to reveal lies (even though they were almost always just surprise anniversary gifts), and even outing Vanilla as bisexual to Dark Cacao, as if he didn’t already know that. He was constantly trying to get between them, get under their skin, do whatever he could to trigger any sort of drama for his own personal entertainment. He didn’t even have a crush on one of them, although he did try fake confessing to Pure Vanilla a few times. He just enjoyed the drama, and seemed so defeated every time his stupid tactics didn’t work. It was pathetic, really, and even Caffeine had jumped in and shut him up a few times. However, this time he took it too far.

“What do you want, Clotted?” Pure Vanilla asked, “my husband knows I’m bisexual, he knows I don’t love you, he knows that Dark Choco’s angsty teenager phase took a really dark turn, and we both know that we have surprise anniversary gifts for each other that we would like to stay a surprise.”

“It’s almost funny how desperate you are to cause problems between them,” Hollyberry chimed in, “I mean, it’s pathetic, but it’s practically turned into a game where we make bets to see what bullshit you’re going to be trying this time.”

“Oh, I know my last few plans were a bit… unsound, but this time, I actually have no intention of hurting you, just… warning you of something I feel you deserve to know.” He turned to Caffeine, “Does she have to stay here? This is really something that should only be shared among friends.”

“I can stay,” Caffeine replied, “I mean, they come here often enough that I view them as friends, and they include me in their conversations enough, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind me listening in. But that’s up to them.”

“She can stay.” Dark Cacao grumbled through gritted teeth, “what are you ‘warning us of’ this time?”

Clotted Cream smirked. “I’m so glad you’re willing to hear me out, because it’s regarding some people rather… close to you. You know that gang that your eldest was part of? The cookies of darkness?”

“Of course,” Pure Vanilla replied, “but he left months ago! We’ve since been reunited and have been living very nicely together, thank you very much.”

“That’s not the point, but I’m glad you know who I am talking about.” Clotted glanced at Dark Cacao, “Although, you wouldn’t happen to know who runs that whole operation, would you?”

“It was Red Velvet’s mother, whoever that is.” Pure Vanilla replied.

“I wasn’t talking to you, Vanilla.” Clotted snapped, “Dark Cacao, you wouldn’t happen to know the true identity of Red Velvet’s mother, would you?”

“No, I don’t, none of us do,” Cacao replied, glancing around at his friends, “we have a detective looking into it, but as of now we don’t know much.”

Clotted Cream snickered. “Well, what if I were to tell you that I know who it is? As well as the fact that one of your dear ‘friends’ here knows the truth as well?”

“What are you getting at?” Cacao grumbled.

“What I’m getting at, is that the person behind the whole operation, Red Velvet’s mother, the one who took your eldest son away from you and turned him into a monster, is none other than White Lily, also known as Dark Enchantress!” He announced.

Tears started to well in Pure Vanilla’s eyes. “No…” he whimpered, “no, no, no…”

“And, if that wasn’t already enough of a betrayal,” Clotted Cream added, “your darling husband here, Pure Vanilla, has known the truth all along and has been lying to you for months! I’m sure if you ask him he’ll make some excuse that he ‘didn’t wanna hurt your feelings’ but no matter what excuses he makes to try and defend himself, he’s still the monster that just wants to defend his childhood best friend.”

At the sight of Pure Vanilla’s now sobbing state, Dark Cacao saw red, and he attempted to lunge at Clotted Cream.

Seeing Dark Cacao ready to attack, Hollyberry wrapped her arms around him from behind, restraining him before he could do any damage to himself or Clotted Cream.

“Let go of me!” He bellowed, clawing at the air and trying to fight out of Hollyberry’s grasp, “I will end that arrogant whelp!”

“Dark Cacao, come to your senses! This won’t help anything!” Hollyberry replied, tightening her grip.

To Clotted Creams demise, while Dark Cacao was restrained, Caffeine was not, and she took this as the perfect opportunity to punch him square in the nose, causing him to fall out of his chair and slide across the floor quite a bit. Exiting her station behind the counter, she stomped over to Clotted Cream and stepped on his chest, firmly holding him in place.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” She yelled, “all they’re trying to do is have a nice family outing, and you have to come and ruin it all, like the pathetic little dipshit that you are! The White Lily that you claim is Dark Enchantress has been in a coma for years! And even if it was true that Pure Vanilla knew all this and didn’t tell anyone about it, has it ever occurred to you that maybe he’s still grieving the loss of his friend? That maybe the reason he hasn’t told anyone is because he’s still processing it and doesn’t know how to properly say it? No matter what the goddamn situation is, that gives you no right to barge in here like some hotshot celebrity and ruin everyone’s night! That was personal information that you just revealed, and if you know as much about this as you’re letting on, I could easily call the police and claim that you’re withholding evidence! Wouldn’t that just be fucking wonderful for everyone, you behind bars being interrogated while everyone just goes on their merry way and enjoys their peaceful lives!”

“I’m sorry!” Clotted yelled back, putting his hands up in mock surrender, “I just thought they deserved to know before the real villain of this story ruins everyone’s night for real!”

Caffeine chuckled darkly. “Oh, it’s too late for bullshit apologies. You’re the villain in this story, not White Lily. Now get the hell out, and never. Come. Back.”

Caffeine released him from underneath her boot, and he was quick to run out of the bar. She then turned to her friends, who were now sitting quietly.

Hollyberry had let go of Dark Cacao, who was now sitting in his chair, trying to contain his anger while Pure Vanilla quietly sobbed into Cacao’s shoulder. Caffeine returned behind the counter.

“I’m really sorry about that guys,” she apologized, “I should’ve banned him a long time ago, you guys didn’t deserve to have to deal with that.”

“It’s okay, Caff, Hollyberry replied, “trust me, it was bound to happen eventually. I’m just glad it happened here where you’re the only one who witnessed it. You could’ve lightened up on the aggression though.”

“Well, he needed to be put in his place.” Caffeine then turned to Pure Vanilla, “Are you okay? Was any of that stuff he said true? You don’t have to tell me anything if you’re uncomfortable.”

Vanilla sniffled and nodded. “I’m okay, and what he said was true- sort of. After Almond started looking into the case, I started doing my own research as well. From what I’ve gathered, White Lily and Dark Enchantress are sisters, and while White Lily was in a coma, Dark Enchantress stole her identity to try and stay hidden from the police. I’ve given what information I gathered to Almond, though it’s not much. I’m sorry for not telling you guys, I just didn’t know how to.”

Neither of them replied, and Dark Cacao started to get up from his chair to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?” Vanilla asked, “I promise you, I never intended to hurt you, and I wanted to tell you everything!”

Cacao smiled weakly and pressed a soft kiss to Vanilla’s lips. “You did nothing wrong, love. I know you would never hurt any of us, I just need to cool off right now. I’ll see you at home.”

Dark Cacao walked out, and after a couple of minutes, Pure Vanilla left as well, leaving some cash on the counter to pay their tab. Only Hollyberry and Caffeine were left now.

“Do you want a refill?” Caffeine asked.

Hollyberry handed Caffeine her glass and nodded. “Yes please.”

“Coming right up.”

Taglist: @janayuga @c00kietin @katsunemillennium @trustymikh

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk #cookie run oc #crk modern au #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #purecacao angst #purecacao #pure vanilla cookie #clotted cream cookie #cookie odyssey #white lily cookie #dark enchantress cookie

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12romy · 10 months

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Good old sebchal pls

I'm back to the prompts you guys left me, thank you so much for all those wonderful ideas!

So, I decided to start with this one cause it's been a while, and anon, let me thank you, because I took your prompt literaly and I LOVE the way it turned out!

Enjoy~

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Once the kids and the grandkids - they're starting to have quite a lot of those - are gone, the house feels a little empty. It was nice of everyone to come to Switzerland for the weekend. They don't often get to see them all at once other than for Christmas.

But Charles supposes you don't celebrate thirty years of marriage very often.

He hopes it was worth the trip.

He finishes to load the dishwasher, grimacing as he feels the usual pain in his back waking up with the mouvement, then goes to the living room. The Beatles are playing, softly, in the background, but their audience isn't listening. Sebastian fell asleep in his armchair again. He tends to do that more often these days, not that Charles can blame him. He sits on his own armchair next to him, sighing in relief as he feels his back relax. Turning his head away from the sundown, he watches his husband sleeping.

His hair is fully white, now - although he jokes about dying them some funny colour, or bright blond whenever he spends more than five minutes with Lewis. Charles prays he will be to lazy to actually do it.

He's got more crinkles, too, a lot at the corner of his eyes. He's proud of it, and Charles preens everytime Sebastian tells him they're here because of him, because he made him smile so much during his life.

One thing that hasn't changed through the year is his sense of fashion. He still wear his horrid shorts, flannel shirts and sandals with socks, and completely embraced the grandpa vibe ever since their first granddaughter was born (which was eight years ago, already. Crazy how time flies). Charles has had years of marriage to get used to it, anyway. At least, he stopped wearing overused team gear.

Charles likes to think himself hasn't changed all that much. He might be in his sixties, his hair a bit grayer, but Sebastian keeps telling him he ages like fine wine, so it must be true. He does need glasses, now, but so does Seb.

Talking about glasses, Seb's ones are slowly slipping from his nose, and Charles is afraid it might wake him up if they fall. He gets up from his comfortable armchair again, regretfully, and gently takes Seb's glasses off.

He can't resist the urge to push a curl of hair away from his face, and it's a mistake. Seb blinks awake, yawning.

"Did I fall asleep?" he asks, voice heavy with fatigue. "Charles, this is bad, I'm turning into an old man!"

"Mon chéri, you were already saying that when we met, and you were barely thirty," Charles rolls his eyes. "Plus, you are nearing eighty, you are old."

"Don't you call me old!" Seb clicks his tongue, fakely annoyed. "Young people, I swear, so disrespectful. I'll show you old."

Charles yelps, amused, when Sebastian puts his hands on his ass to pull him half in his lap and kiss him.

"Alright, alright, I get it," Charles snorts. "Still as insatiable as you've always been."

"I just want to celebrate our thirty years wedding anniversary properly, Liebling," he says, kissing him again.

"We're taking this to the bedroom then. I'm past the age of having sex anywhere other than in a bed, and you're a bitch when you complain about your knees hurting."

"Fine, fine," Sebastian grumbles. They both grunts when they get up a little too quickly.

They're leading a fairly happy life, but they could really do without joint pains.

#sebchal #f1rpf #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #prompt answered

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