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Juno persona chart

The sun in the houses

what is a juno persona chart? looking into juno persona chart gives more detailed insight of how the relationship and marriage overall of you and your spouse will be like. it also describes them in a sense as well. The Greek Goddess Juno is described to rule over love and marriage and hence why the asteroid is looked into for that theme.

the sun represents the self, ego and personality. in juno persona chart the sun can determine how the overall vibe of the marriage will be. what shines and what is most acknowledged in your marriage.

reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.

sun in 1st house: marriage is a main theme in your life. you were meant to be married. as the 1st ruled the self, appearance, way of thinking, your marriage could be very lovey dovey. you admire each other very much. marriage will fit you very well, you may have always wanted to marry. marriage can make you find yourself and allow you to become your truest self. like it can make you do things that you have always wanted to do that you couldn't before. can make you more independent and allow you to take care of yourself and focus on yourself. marriage can be a whole new beginning for you and your approach to life will significantly change. this placement tends to really focus on marriage and really hyper focus on every aspect that comes with marriage life. your appearance may change and people may have a different perspective of you.

spouse can be mars or mercury ruled, have 1st house placements and have dominant aries placements.

sun in 2nd house: the 2nd house rules money, income, resources. marriage can be very financially abundant and can bring lots of income to you and your partner. there is a strong emphasis on shared resources. the couple may share the same values in life and may agree on similar ways of doing things. There will be tendencies to express your love to each other very creatively. your habits can change drastically through marriage or can mean that your spouse and you share similar habits. this placement screams shared finances and sharing income especially through a bank account. marriage is affectionate and has lots of intimacy involved, this may be the glue to marriage through affection and being grateful for each other. there can be strong physical bonds so there can be lots of hand holding, hugging, cuddling etc.

spouse can have taurus prominent placements. they can have dominant 2nd house placements as well. can be venus ruled.

sun in 3rd house: marriage is very communication based and can have you looking at intellectual pursuits. perhaps when you get married you finally decide to pursue knowledge based lifestyles such as learning new things academically. The marriage is very expressive through speech and expressing their thoughts to each other. this placement reminds me of a couple who are just constantly working on their laptops but they work together at home so they still spend time together. its that type of vibe. marriage can feel familiar and you having a sense of familiarity with your spouse. this can be like a sibling bond so very loving and playful and sometimes argumentative. your spouse and you will talk CONSTANTLYYY like i feel like if you are in the same room and don't talk for a few minutes it may feel strange or just out of place. this placement needs constant communication with each other.

spouse can be mercury or moon ruled, have significant gemini placements or have 3rd house dominance.

sun in 4th house: marriage for this placement is very family oriented, both parties take care of each other and are rather traditional with gender roles. marriage can be all about comfort and being there for each other emotionally. marriage can be full of traditions and sharing family roots with each other. heritage and ancestry may be a big theme for this placement and usually value privacy. this placement usually keeps their intimate and personal lives between themselves, this is to make it more meaningful for each other. the couples go to place to spend time with each other is most likely their home and maybe ordering in and watching some movies with each other.

spouse can be moon ruled, have prominent cancer placements or have dominant 4th house placements.

sun in 5th house: this placement will have a very fun and loving marriage. this reminds me of a childhood best friend, you just get each other and have this flicker of romance every time you are with them. this is a good fortune house, so lots of life and memories are going to be created in the marriage. marriage can be full of creativity and risk taking. there may be lots of things that you haven't done before and therefore can cause new beginnings. there can be lots of availability to self- expression, maybe you will have the chance to express yourself to the fullest.

spouse can be venus or sun ruled, can have significant leo placements.

sun in 6th house: your daily routines and your daily lives are significant in marriage. health and well being can be prioritised here as well. Their can be a connection between the sense of self and your daily life in marriage. this means that marriage can influence you to develop a personal daily routine or have a responsibility to provide for others. after marriage this placement can manifest work work work for both parties and frankly may not have time for each other. everything can act very fast paced and it may feel like your days just go by very fast.

spouse may be mars ruled, have important mercury aspects, and have dominant virgo placement.

sun in 7th house: marriage will be on and off. i feel like the 7th house is about balance and you cant have the positives without the negatives. there will be lots of highs and lows and the highs will be very precious. its like whenever there is a very good day for the couple it can feel like the best thing ever. marriage can bring lots of partnerships meaning that you can do lots of things together. and of course there is the romance side of the 7th house so marriage can have romanticised features to it. there can also be open enemies withing the marriage.

spouse may be venus ruled, have libra dominance or have 7th house influence.

sun in 8th house: marriage can be very transformative in terms of daily life, your routine, mannerisms just everything. it will be something very different than you are used to. it will physically and mentally transform you as an individual. marriage may be very awakening and it can act like a total turn around. it is something you have never experienced before. this also reminds me of the couple admiring each other and staring at each others soul, just overall feeling a deep deep connection for each other. spouse can buy lots of things for you or in general can spend lots of money on each other as this house rules over partners money. this couple is a POWERR dynamic and have strong sexual desires for one another. this placement can bond over each others changes and can have a never ending phase of their honeymoon.

spouse may have scorpio and 8th house dominant placements. can be mars or pluto ruled.

sun in 9th house: this placement makes the marriage very educational. either one of the parties will have influence on the other in terms of life lessons. marriage can offer higher education offers and having time to study whether its together or them teaching you. this is a spiritual placement as well so there can be rituals that you may like to do together in marriage or possibly just share the same values and religious beliefs and cooperate those practises in your everyday life. your spouse and you may meet each other minds and may relate to the way the other is thinking. omggg the conversations are longggg. literally this placement allows the marriage to talk for hours on end and usually its about the deeper stuff in the world.

spouse may be jupiter dominant, have sagittarius placements or plenty of 9 house placements.

sun in 10th house: your marriage is known by many people. perhaps you had a will have big wedding or people are invested in your marriage life. as the 10th house is all about public, you may show yourself more in front of others express and show off your relationship in public. this can be a business oriented couple who work in the same business or have a business of their own. marriage can create rules and restrictions and you may feel trapped. the couple values their reputation and may act differently in public than at home. marriage can make both parties realise that they have shared life plans and joint purposes so they work together to reach and accomplish them.

spouse can have 10th house placements or have saturn influence. may also have significant capricorn placements.

sun in 11th house: very social and outgoing placement for marriage. when married you can meet lots of new people and just be part in many groups. will probably meet lots of friends through marriage. may have network influence and elations and may develop a social media following through marriage. lots of eyes can be on you and your marriage, people are influenced by your aspirations of the marriage. of course this placement can feel like you became friends to lovers and that may feel like that throughout the marriage, like you may act like friends one day and the other fall in love all over again. it can feel quite refreshing. you and your spouse will share lots and lots of things together and possibly both parties have joint aspirations and goals which make it easier to achieve something as its done together. your friendship in the marriage is well known and your bond is very clear in public.

spouse may have 11th house placements or are Uranus and jupiter dominant

sun in 12th house: marriage will be quite personal and secretive. i feel like this placement is the type to travel off grid and live life together with no contact. marriage will be full of travel and can feel like a dream at times. marriage can develop hidden enemies perhaps from jealousy or judgement. marriage can be something completely different that you thought it would be, it could make you think a lot about the decisions that you made. marriage can bring endings to attachments or relationships. this relates to the isolation part. also as this house rules old age, this placement reminds me of staying married till your old, its that type of marriage that you stay with them no matter what, through thick and thin through hardships and easy ships. this marriage is most likely karmic as you may have known them in a past life and have met in this lifetime to finish some work together.

spouse can have pisces or 12th house placements. can be saturn or jupiter ruled.

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counting on it | coryo snow x fem!reader

a/n: hello all... this is supposed to be a part 2 for fear or endearment, but i feel like rewriting that one so idk, this could as well be a stand-alone writing / one-shot with a possible continuation? idk though. happy reading <3

this is techincally part 2 of this little drabble

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word count: 4k

themes: fluff

warnings: mention of bombs, idrk what else??

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the phone in her room never rang, which meant only one thing – it wasn’t the usual mysery business calling. each time the house phone rang, however, it was like a heart attack for her. any incoming calls to her home were only to her parents to tell them about her making trouble at the Academy again, and again. so it was never a pleasant phone call.

but she knew it could only be Coryo calling now, so she picked up the phone with a lovey-dovey smile on her lips already. “yes?” she asked into the round microphone end of the device, squeezing it between her rosy cheek and her shoulder.

“good evening,” coryo’s shaky voice said into the speaker, and it was so uptight that she giggled, “is this you or not?”

“i-it’s me, yes,” she confirmed with another giggle. he’s nervous around her still, and miserably so, and it’s coming out in the form of a very formal greeting, “but is this really you, coryo?”

“of course it’s me,” he said, now so sure of himself he was bleeding with it, “were you expecting someone else to call?”

“well, there’s the routine call from the Academy about me misbehaving that comes once or twice a week,” she answered, “no one other than that. why are you calling? i usually call you.”

she could hear him make a smile into his microphone, and she blushed at the thought of it, and his quiet chuckle that she heard, too. “i was thinking of you,” he admitted, and she raised her eyebrows. coryo being nervous one minute but then blunt the next really does a number on her. she wouldn’t believe he was such a nervous wreck around her by his looks, or by her own. he must be really... “if you’re free and not sleeping, i wanted to show you around grandma’am’s—well, our family’s—garden upstairs. o-only if you want to, of course, and if you’re free.”

she smiled again and shook her head. this cold boy was warming his way into her heart quicker than he was before. before they’d crossed that sacred line with the kiss in his empty kitchen. “yes, i’m free and not sleeping, and i would love to,” she said, “didn’t know you had an upstairs garden. i’ll be over in less than twenty minutes. do you need anything from my cooks?”

she always looks out for him, doesn’t she? he hadn’t even thought of that aspect of their relationship. he’s only in total emotional turmoil and was missing her terribly. the bombing at the arena and then being in hospital, out for who knows how many days, robbed him of seeing her every day, like he usually would, which he’d grown used to. she would have visited him in the hospital, but apparently she was not permitted to – she guesses because of her trouble-making at school. her presence and the frequentness of it brought him comfort. he couldn’t think of anyone else at this time, not even Tigris could console or comfort him. not like y/n could.

she got barely a good enough answer from Coryo, but packed a bag of sandwiches and pie nonetheless before departing in her driver’s car for Coryo’s apartment in the Corso. she knew he didn’t like charity, and wouldn’t be asking for food from her if it wasn’t absolutely the end of days. he also didn’t let anyone else from school but her see where he lived – and even about her, taking her upbringing and current wealth, he had doubts. with her unpredictable nature, he could never predict her reaction to seeing his home. and not knowing whether she’d run and belittle him at school or stay and still like him regardless was frustrating. because he could never have any control over her reactions, and that scared him.

but she didn’t run away, nor belittle him, nor think less of him. a home is a home, and she knew how hard anything was to come by for the Snows. because her and Coryo had become friends over all their time spent together at school, even despite the vast difference in their personalities, they had this undoubtable connection, she had grown to care about him. therefore it was her idea, of course, to bring him any food she could from her mansion of a home where food was always excess. truth be told, Coryo had thought of the possibility of asking her, but he would never have let down his pride or let her see his vulnerable side. perhaps, until now.

she was panting and heaving when she finally reached the floor of the Snows’ penthouse in the apartment building, which isn’t the ideal state to meet the boy of your fancies in, but seeing his welcoming smile made her feel at ease. she hardly came off to people as anything but frazzled, but Coryo has proved that it doesn’t matter to him, so she dares not worry. she smiled back wide, too, and doubles over for a few moments to catch her breath.

Coryo paced over to her and put a hand on her arm, which made her look at him. “hey,” she said in a heavy breath and with a smile still on her lips, “i’m fine, really,” she said with a shake of her head. Coryo nodded and then shrugged.

“how improper of me, i should have gone down to walk you up,” he said, then, and they both chuckled.

“don’t worry your pretty head over it,” she said in response with a carefree throw of a hand, “just a shame the elevator doesn’t work.” Coryo nodded again at her statement, and y/n breathed one last sigh of heavy breath before really looking up at him. there was something different about him. most of all, his piercing blue eyes looked glassy, unlike their usual look- cold, convicted, confident, calm. all the characteristics she could match to Coryo himself. her eyebrows twitched slightly as she reached a hand out to his cheek, and upon touching it found him trembling. now that she looked at him closer, and he let her do that, she noticed his curls messy, out of their usual arrange, and his cheeks not as rosy as always, blueish rings under his eyes. something was troubling him, and she didn’t have to guess twice what.

she kissed his lips quickly, feeling as though he might fall apart or spill his worried words out like a river if she didn’t. Coryo immediately sunk into her through the kiss, arms wrapping around her coat-covered waist so close he nearly started to lift her up and, really, with the mood he’s in, he might as well have. he was so desperate for her, so desperate to feel her close that it made himself nauseaus. he’d sworn off any romantic relations until he and his family had a better place to live, and the breaking of his own promise made him an enemy to himself. what was she doing to him?

but this felt so good with her, so good that he never wanted to let go of her, never wanted there to be a day in which he doesn’t get to see her if only for a few seconds. she was making him feel things he’d never felt before, things he couldn’t understand now. pulling away from her after giving her a searing hot kiss was torture, but he had to give them both air to breathe. “i missed you,” he admitted to her what he’d never admitted to anyone else before. y/n smiled and nodded, their foreheads touching, “i wanted to see you. i had to.”

“i know,” she nodded again, “i’m sorry i didn’t come to the hospital – i couldn’t.” she admitted with a gentle shake of her head, and suddenly she felt strongly overcome by emotion. “they wouldn’t let me in.” her hands rested on his neck, on his chest, she nearly made desparate gestures, as if he wasn’t in her hold or would be taken away any second. she’d missed him, too. Coryo furrowed his brow. they wouldn’t let her in? he looked into her eyes, and she nodded, her eyes sad, too, but not nearly as sad as his own. “my reputation as sort of a rebel and all.”

that word. poison to him. poison to the whole nation. her using it as a joke didn’t come off too strongly with comedy, and he wished she wouldn’t use it at all. “they were fools not to,” Coryo said amidst his inner disagreement, “you should have come with Tigris and Sejanus, they would have let you in then.”

“pretty hard to get hold of them when they don’t really know about us,” y/n pointed out the fact with half a smile on her face, hoping it wouldn’t stir the wrong nerve in the boy. but it didn’t. Coryo always knew the truth, just didn’t always act on it or deem it worth anything. what good was the truth if you could tell lies instead? he nodded at her and closed his eyes, “i only found out you’ve been hospitalised from the news. and the bombing – god, Coryo, that’s just...”

he made a firm shake of his head at her words and pressed a kiss to her cheek before taking her hand and leading her away from the stairwell. she just watched him as he pulled her through his door, knowing Coryo doesn’t like remembering the war days. they both experienced it, both had run-ins with bombs and many other traumatic war characteristics that they’d rather forget. Tigris and grandma’am were both asleep, so there were no worries about accidental run-ins with either of them, while y/n was still unintroduced to both. Coryo wanted to avoid an awkward situation right now as best he could.

Coryo led her to a door by their kitchen, which opened up to a stairwell, rather than a simple cupboard (what would they keep in there, anyway? the Snows had so little belongings to them and so little food to eat that there was hardly any excess anything in the apartment), and, himself going first and y/n following suit with her hand still in his, led them both up those stairs that looked older than his grandmother with no doubt. the breeze of the night welcomed them with sweeping arms as a cloud of red and white surrounded y/n’s vision.

a rooftop garden. the Snows were giving y/n’s family a run for their money with the beauty of this scooped-away little paradise. she gasped as she tried to take it all in, looking all around herself at all the roses – white and red – engulfing her and Coryo. there was scarcely anything else on the rooftop besides the roses, just a pair of old chairs, gardening tools and a watering can in one of the far corners. this was just unbelievable.

her hand covered her mouth as she looked at Coryo in shock and fascination. there was quite nothing like the beauty of so many roses, and the view this rooftop gave of the city. truth be told, the Capitol could look better – torn, burnt buildings, trash littered in the streets, hardly any plants growing anywhere, and it looked especially worse now in the night, scary even – but still, a panoramic view was a panoramic view. she clung to Coryo, arms around his waist as she all but blushed and gushed at the sight around them. “it’s breath-taking, Coryo,” she said finally, and he put an arm around her, smiling softly at her joy. he didn’t know another person’s smile could mean so much to him, and even warm him and make him feel better.

“grandma’am’s pride and joy,” he said to her, overlooking the garden, too, and he walked them both further into it, away from the door – god forbid either of his sleeping family members woke up from their voices in the night.

“i’ve been wondering where you got those roses you like to give me,” and the one for lucy gray, y/n said as she ran her hands over the beautiful, seemingly perfect white petals. no flaws on them, none visible, anyway. just like Coryo himself. she looked back to him, his hair seeming to glow in the dark of the night, and Coryo smiled at her with tightly closed lips, “god, it’s great here. i love this view,” she said and leaned on the edge of the stone balcony, her hands splayed on either side of her, stretching further away from her. Coryo took slow steps to approach her, and finally he dared to come up just behind her, arms wrapping around her waist again. she immediately leaned into him, locking her hands on his on her stomach.

“it’s great for when i want to be alone, catch a break,” he said and sighed softly. her thumb gently grazed across the pearly white skin of his hands and her eyes slowed down in wonder. they usually jump around, never rest, but it’s different when she’s with him. he seems to ground her a little.

“was tonight one of those nights?” she asked quietly and felt him nodding as he made a hum of confirmation. she turned around in his arms and looked up at him, hands on his chest. “i figured as much. you never call me yourself.” she said and made an airy chuckle, though Coryo’s lips barely lifted to make any kind of expression at all. “what is it?” he shook his head and made to kiss her again, dipping his head down, but she moved away. “you have to talk to me.” she said, with a firm hand on his cheek now, in case he attempted for her lips again. “you have no reason to hide from me, come on. and i wouldn’t tell anyone, you know that.” it’s her unavailing ability to always somehow make a half-hearted joke that Coryo likes about her, even though he wouldn’t let himself like that.

but he found himself unable to say no to her. so he turned them around, him being the one who leans against the edge now, both of them holding onto each other still. he looked at her thin coat and the dress she’s wearing underneath, and he traced his hand up her arm just to ease himself. “the bombs were horrible,” he finally said in a quiet voice, “i was scared for Lucy Gray, too. but see, she saved my life.” Coryo said, and y/n could see he hated to admit it. that a district girl could do good. all this propaganda about district people being animals and monsters worked well on them as children, but now, as they’re growing up, they’re seeing some truth for themselves. even if the propaganda is hard to erase from their minds. “i’m in her debt for that. and i’m not sure i could ever repay her.”

“you could help and make her win the games,” y/n suggested, but with nods from Coryo she knows he already thought of that, of course.

“i don’t know if i can do that,” he said in a frail voice, “she said to help her i should start believing she actually could win, but... i don’t think she’s gonna make it,” Coryo admitted, “other tributes are better at fighting and stronger than her, she barely has a chance. which means she’ll probably be one of the first ones to get killed, and then i’ll lose the Plinth prize and the Snow name will go into ruin.” he jumped to conclusions quickly, as she has found that he usually does, and it made her sigh. she pulled him in for an embrace, her arms around his neck, forehead to forehead, her curls tickling her cheek.

“i still can’t believe they let the games go on after the bombing,” she admitted quietly, “but that would be Capitol showing weakness, so of course they wouldn’t stop the games. but look,” she held his trembling face in her hands, trying to make him look at her, “you and Lucy Gray both have charm. as much as i’ve noticed, no one else does. and no one is as bonded to their tribute as you are. her song brought her a lot of donations, and you can work with that. she just has to hide out long enough and...”

“that’s where i stopped, too,” Coryo said and shook his head with a sigh again, “it was doomed from the start. Highbottom has something against me, i know he does. i got the last district, and i couldn’t help her – just as he wanted.”

“i still believe you can prove him wrong,” she argued back, convicted, “but as mentors, you are pretty helpless when the games start. it’s all up to the tributes themselves.”

Coryo looks up at her again, “i bet you would have made a great mentor,” he told her with that charming half-grin on his delicious lips that made her tilt her head at him in disbelief.

“me?” she echoed and Coryo nodded. “please, you’re just saying that to get into my pants. i can’t even make people like me at school, much less make the whole nation like someone from the districts enough to support them in the arena.” she shook her head. “i would be a terrible mentor.”

Coryo shook his head and pulled her closer to him again by her waist, her having taken a step back while talking. he had her attention now, she looked down at him again, with seemingly a question mark in her eyes. “i like you, and i’m from school,” he said as his hands slid up her back, his fingers so long and his palms so big he could cover just half her back with his hands.

“yeah, but i didn’t make you like me. i didn’t even try and here we are,” she said dismissively and meant to pull away again before Coryo kissed her lips again. ah, so that’s what he was trying to say – she didn’t even need to try to get him to like her. there was no effort, there was just her usual self and he liked her for that. it still seemed hard to believe, though. “i like you, too, by the way,” she butted in again before returning a kiss and smiled at Coryo chuckling at her little joke. he spread his legs for her to get even closer, now standing between them and kissing his pink lips with one of her hands splayed on his cheek and the other carefully ghosting over his snow-white curls, not wanting to ruin them.

but Coryo didn’t care, they were all dishevelled before they met up, anyway, and in this moment between them his own visual look didn’t matter that much to him. she was already kissing him, anyway, he’d won her over, so to say. and he was pulling her closer and closer to him with his hands roaming all about her back and her hips as their kisses grew more frequent, more hot, more messy. Coryo felt like his head was spinning, and he knew he was disobeying the doctor’s orders to rest and take everything easy with this. but he couldn’t help it. it was her.

he hoisted a leg of hers over his, surprising her and earning a gasp from her. which gave him the advantage to deepen the kiss with his tongue now poking at her own between their heated kisses, and he actually made her moan. it hummed so deliciously into his mouth and Coryo felt himself shudder because of it, his trousers tightening exponentially around his crotch. she was no longer afraid of ruining his perfect hair, she ran her hand through the soft curls and reached into his half-unbuttoned shirt with her other hand, skimming his perfectly-shaded naked skin with her careful hands. their kisses lost count and air ran out, but they just needed each other so much that they didn’t even notice. Coryo ran his hand across her up-hoisted thigh, even reaching under her dress, which made her hum against his lips again. “ungh, Coryo,” she mumbled into his burning mouth and grabbed onto his neck for support as he edged his hand higher and higher up her dress.

he might have reached near the spot where she had the most heat ignited for him, but her accidentally pressing her hand into a sensitive, wounded area on his back made him yelp out and jerk like he’d just been hit by live electricity. she immediately jumped off him and saw the hurt expression on his wincing face and felt guilty. a hand covered her mouth as the other one carefully reached out to him. Coryo took his shirt off and looked over his shoulder—though he could barely see that way—if any stitches had broken loose, and then exhaled sharply, suddenly sounding exhausted.

“Coryo, i’m so sorry,” she said in a hushed voice, still wary to touch him without his permission. he looked at her for a moment and then shook his head. she could see the pain was fading away by the expression on his face – the wince and cringe were slowly letting go of his facial muscles – but she still felt bad.

“don’t be,” he told her in a hoarse voice, “i didn’t tell you about my injuries. you couldn’t have known,”

“but i still feel bad,” she said and came closer to him again, “i—i could take a look for you. maybe stitch you up, uh...” Coryo shook his head just as she took his hands in hers, and his head hang low again. “i’m sorry, let me fix it.”

he gave her a firm head shake again. “you don’t need to, i’ll go to a medic tomorrow,” he assured her and looked up into her bambi eyes again. she looked so pretty to him suddenly. well, of course, she always looks pretty and beautiful to him, it’s just her emotions right now that made her eyes look bigger and... he couldn’t put it into words.

“i could... stay over, if you don’t want to be alone. we could just talk or sleep, whatever,” she suggested with a naïve smile on her over-kissed lips, though already knowing that it’s probably going to be a “no” from him, knowing that the two of them were a pretty private item. if they were an item at all, of course. and, of course, Coryo shook his head.

“it’s late, you should be home,” he told her and gave a kiss to one of her hands, “besides,” he added, getting close to her again, nose to nose, “i’ll just get carried away with you again and then i’ll bleed all over you,” he said with a slight smile, and she appreciated the notion of a joke from him this time, instead of her. she giggled and her head dipped lower, his words – both dangerous, comedic and enticing – making her blush as if she was as young as twelve or thirteen and a boy had just flirted with her for the first time. Coryo kissed her temple and squeezed her hands. “you’re irresistible to me.”

she looked into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and lust as he said those words, so she believed him. she took a deep breath and made a small smile, that blush ever present in her cheeks. “as you are to me,” she said, “you could stay over sometime, though, at my place. i’d love for you to stay over,” she admitted quietly before she got ready to leave.

Coryo made a sheepish grin at her words and walked her back down the stairs and to the door of his penthouse. he took her close in his arms again for one more time before she had to leave and whispered in her ear, “i can’t promise i’ll be on my best behaviour with no one but you around.” he told her words that made her shiver and she just smiled wide as she stepped away from him.

before slipping out and through his door in the hour of creeping dawn, she said something very characteristic of herself, “i’ll be counting on it.” and with a kiss blown to Coryo, she was out and on her way home.

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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Laughter Is The Best Medicine

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Group interviews always ended in chaos and lots of laughter

Requested by anon: Heyy i was wondering if you could write a dirver!reader x charles fic where the reader is bastfriends with one of the drivers and they are doing an interview and it is one of those where none of them can stop laughing or something (yuki, pierre , mick , lando , daniel?? Idk which one you would like) I just want something fulffy with charles and others.

A/N google translate has been used a lot in this so if it is wrong blame google 😂 I’d love to hear your feedback 🖤

Drumming your fingers on the counter of the on-site coffee shop you waited rather impatiently for the round of coffees. Flicking your eyes between your phone screen and the barista getting more annoyed as the time ticked on. You were late for the group interview that had started five minutes ago.

“Any chance we can speed this up?” You asked, watching as a photo of you and Pierre flashed up on your screen making you groan at the incoming call. “Je sais, je sais, ne m'éclate pas les couilles. (I know, I know, don't bust my balls)” You laughed while pressing the phone against your ear.

“À quelle heure appelles-tu ça? (What time do you call this)” He said in a stern voice, with the sound of laughter coming from the rest of the room, causing you to roll your eyes. “We know you wouldn’t be on time. What’s more important than us?”

“One word, coffee.” You said taking all emotion out of your voice.

“Oh merde, ouais ne fais pas obstacle à son café. (Oh shit, yeah don't stand in the way of her coffee)” Charles’ voice appeared.

“Si vous ne vous taisez pas, aucun de vous n'aura de café, connards. (If you don't shut up none of you will be getting coffee, assholes)” you scoffed, nodding at the barista whilst you managed to grab the tray of four drinks. “I’m on my way now, if anyone is sitting in my beanbag I will kick you in the balls.”

The line soon went dead causing you to roll your eyes again, it was official you were working with children. You knew you would get a bollocking from the team principal for being late to another interview but in your eyes it wasn’t important at least you turned up on time for practices, qualifying and the races. At least this was a group interview with your friends, these were better than single interviews.

After what felt like an age you pushed open the door to where the interview was being held. Just as you thought you were greeted by whistles and cheers.

“And her majesty has arrived. Pierre smirked.

“Suck my dick Gasly.” You glared, flipping him off causing the room to arrive.

“We all know who does the dick sucking in this room, sweetheart.” He winked, taking his coffee from the tray.

“And the children are back together.” Charles dramatically sighed, looking up from the beanbag. Your beanbag.

“Pense que tu es au mauvais siège, Leclerc (Think you are in the wrong seat, Leclerc)” You said, narrowing your eyes at your boyfriend.

“Can we get started? We are on a tight schedule as it is.” The interviewer huffed. One look at the interviewer told you she was not happy with your lateness.

“Okay then”, you mumbled under your breath as Charles pulled you down on his knees, wrapping his arm around your waist as you pressed a soft kiss against his cheek. Causing Pierre, and Carlos to gag.

“Just give them a minute,” Carlos laughed, “give them a moment to be lovey dovey.”

You could see the irritation radiating from the interviewer which made you smirk. It was a fun pastime of yours, winding people up who were jealous because of who you were dating or that you were the only female F1 driver.

“How does it work with you being in Alpha Tauri yet dating someone from Ferrari. I mean you are looking very red and white today.” The male interview asked, nodding at your white waist suit tied around your waist and the Ferrari hoodie that was obviously Charles’ due to the size.

“We are very competitive, but we both support each other.” You smiled, running your thumb over Charles’ hand. “Yes it’s hard but we make it work. We celebrate the highs and comfort in the lows. It’s all about communication.”

“It’s because they are so loved up it makes me want to puke.” Pierre grinned, causing you to flip him off again.

“So one of the burning questions we have to ask is for your Y/N,” the male reporter asked with a massive grin on his face. “Why did you choose your race number to be 69?”

“It’s just cheeky,” you smirked before taking a sip of your coffee. “This job is so serious so I thought I would let my cheekiness shine through.”

“Not because it’s her favourite position.” Pierre piped in causing the whole room to erupt with laughter.

Once again the female interviewer rolled her eyes at the comment. “Quickly moving on,” she muttered, looking at Pierre. “So what’s it like having a female as your teammate?”

The smirk on his face told you that he was going to use this opportunity to rip the shit out of you and potentially reveal to the world some secrets.

“She’s a pain in my ass,” he grinned, looking directly into the camera. “It’s like having a little sister that your mum tells you to take along with you, she’s always moaning about something and is a grumpy fucker.”

Flipping him off as he threw you a wink.

“She is scared of everything, and I mean everything.” He chuckled.

“N'oses-tu pas putain! (Don't you fucking dare)” you glared, ready to throw fists knowing what story he was about to tell.

“So it was the day of qualifying, everything was going perfect until there was a bumble bee that came into the garage. Then all hell broke loose because the bee ended in Y/N’s helmet.”

“Oh god the shriek that came from her.” Charles said between laughter, causing you to scowl at everyone laughing. As much as you tried to be mad at them the sound of their laughter was contagious and soon enough you were laughing along with them. “Then she tripped over the halo trying to get out of the car whilst tugging at her helmet. It was hilarious.”

Finally catching your breath you turned to Charles, digging your fingers into the spot you knew he was most ticklish. His laughter erupted, it was a sound you never got sick of hearing.

“S'il vous plaît, mon cher. je ne peux pas respirer (Please, my dear. I can't breathe)” he gasped between laughter.

Once everyone had caught their breath and the laughter had calmed down you snuggled back down into Charles’ chest listening as the questions were being asked to Pierre and Carlos.

This was the life you dreamed off, surrounded by the love of your life and best friends. It was true what they said laughter is the best medicine and on race week it was the only thing that kept you calm.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x you #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x you #formula one #formula one x reader #formula one imagine #formula one x you

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knightofthesevenfandoms · 9 months

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Now that you've watched s2, I'm very curious to hear your opinion about it as an honourable IB shipper

My feelings are very mixed, while their flashbacks were pretty cute, the "confession" scene felt TERRIBLE to me. Why would these two old bureaucrats sing a cheesy song at each other in front of their respective courts 😭 Why were they speaking like 13 year olds. The ending just ruined the relationship becoming canon :(

Really long answer incoming lol.

Okay so. Essentially, yes. It was jarring/cringe because it was so VASTLY different than the vibe of their relationship that I had built in my head the last four years. I've always thought of them quite a bit more mature, sometimes combative, and really fucking kinky. But I wouldn't say it ruined it for me, and I'll explain why.

Initially it seemed SO out of character, the lovey-dovey, almost childlike affection they had for each other. But it's exciting for me to consider what if this WAS in their characters all along, they were just never given the opportunity/felt safe enough to let that side of their personalities be seen. Which is HEARTBREAKING but there's some subtle evidence to back this up.

We all know Bee is an angry, annoyed, high ranking demon with a lot on their plate. Even Crowley said "because they're always such a ray of sunshine" to Shax because it seems common knowledge to all of Hell that Bee is, well... an angry little shit. But they ARE a ray of sunshine when they're with Gabe, away from hell, away from their daily stresses, away from the expectations of running Hell. LOOK AT THEM.

We saw a hint of this in S1, when they showed a moment of vulnerability. When? In front of Gabe, at the airbase. They can't show weakness in Hell because they can't weaken their position as Prince (Grand Duke?), but Gabriel is the only other being in the entire cosmos they feel is an equal, and they can therefore let their guard down like they did at the airbase, and like they do a little bit more at every meeting with Gabe following Armageddon. Until they were actually showing the real Bee- who is a little unsure, kind of quiet, and a worrier. I always headcanoned that Bee absolutely WAS soft, underneath all their posturing, but only ever in private and only ever with Gabe. AND THEN I WAS GIVEN THAT HOLY SHIT.

Okay now on to Gabe. I always headcanoned that after Armageddon, he fucking broke. He snapped. He was SO TIRED of working toward goals, leading the host of Heaven toward said goals, and then the biggest one of all ended up a failure and essentially it fell on his shoulders. And that's basically what did happen in canon! It started, just like it did for Bee, at the airbase, when it was all falling apart, he turned to the only being he could that would understand his frustration.

He was always the hard-ass boss, albeit an idiot and a dick, but the memory wipe proved there was a sweetheart in there somewhere. Before the season aired, I assumed the memory wipe was what would show Gabe the error of his ways, and he would learn to be gentle and generous and loving through that trial. But it turns out HE ALREADY LEARNED IT BY THE TIME OF THE MEMORY WIPE.

Heaven seems so cold and lonely, and my god the scene where he says no one had ever given him anything. My heart ached for him. Heaven didn't even give him a desk. MURIEL, a 37th order, was given a desk but he wasn't. Away from the cold sterility of Heaven and his obligations, he heard Bee say they liked something, and he realized how happy their enjoyment made him. So he decided he liked it too. He never got to enjoy things (other than clothes), or his time around others, and Bee provided him that escape, simply by saying "I like this song." And then he miracled the song to play because he wanted to make someone, other than himself, happy. And he was ready to swan dive into Hell, give up the clothes he loved, because he knew he'd be okay, he and Bee would be okay if they were together.

Yes, their relationship is way different than I pictured it would be. But I'm framing it instead of being ooc, maybe we weren't seeing the real Gabe and Bee in S1. We were just seeing them as the result of their respective situations.

And the confession, to me, was used as a juxtaposition for the husbands confession, which uh. Did not go nearly as well.

So yeah, the singing to each other and their soft, innocent affection was cringe. But Bureaucracy has always been cringe, Bee is a gremlin and Gabe is an idiot. I'm looking forward to exploring their new dynamic in fic, and maybe filling some of the gaps that took them from where they were to where they are now.

#good omens #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

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daydreamingyuta · 5 months

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NCT as Husbands Series: Yangyang

summary: fluff, drabble, husband!yangyang wc: 508 nct as husbands masterlist

Yangyang such a cutie and he would make such a great husband 🥹

I think that he would tease you a lot, but of course this is completely out of love! like I feel like he might not be the most lovey-dovey so teasing you is his way of telling you that he loves you.

I also think that he would adore giving you sweet kisses on your cheek because he melts at the smile you give him every time he does kiss you on the cheek.

I also think that he would go out of his way to express his love for you through his words! like constantly telling you how gorgeous you are and how lucky he is be your husband 🥹 but he'll also express his love to you through his actions. like he loves to take care of you and knowing that he's helping you genuinely makes him so happy!

You had always thought that there was something so romantic about sharing an umbrella with someone. The weatherman had warned you about the incoming rain, but it had completely slipped your mind. Luckily, your husband had remembered and actually brought an umbrella for the both of you. You make a mental note to give him a big kiss when you get home, because the rain was pouring down. Yangyang has one arm interlocked with yours and the other holding up the umbrella, allowing you to continue your walk in the park. "I love when it's raining and the sun is still out. Maybe we'll be lucky enough to get a rainbow!" You say, holding him closer. You're looking up at the sky, hoping your wish comes true, when all of a sudden you trip slightly on your shoelace that must have come undone. Yangyang had thankfully caught you and brought you back up to where you were standing. Without hesitation, he hands you the umbrella and gets down on one knee to tie your shoe for you. He was always doing little things like this, but it never failed to make your heart melt each and every time. He was about halfway done when you realized that part of his back was getting completely soaked, so you moved the umbrella to cover more of him, causing you to get a bit wet, but you didn't mind. When he noticed what you did, he looked up at you with a playful scolding face and pushed the umbrella back over you so that no part of you would get wet. You watch with a smile over your face as he goes to untie and re-tie the other shoe that hadn't given you any trouble. "You don't have to do that, it's already tied." "Yeah but just in case. Can't have my baby tripping again." He says, getting back up and taking the umbrella from you. You press a kiss on his cheek to say thank you for his sweet actions and then continue your walk in the park as the rain pours even harder than before.

#yangyang #nct #fluff #k-pop #drabble #imagine #nct scenarios #fanfiction #wayv #yangyang x y/n #yangyang x reader #yangyang x you #established relationship

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maokomi · 1 year

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ᥫ᭡ Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

.ೃ࿔*:･「𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬.」 gn reader, sweetheart boyfriend Childe, modern AU, gooey lovey-dovey feelings, established relationship

Inspired by, of all things, a hypothetical situation presented by my Philosophy professor. So thanks, sir Louise.

You step out of the airport terminal, gaze fixed on your phone. Around you, people bustle past you and your luggage like a river around a stone. Some grumble and give you stink eyes for being too slow, but you pay them no mind, one string away from snapping.

“Damn it,” you grumble, fiddling with your phone and the taxi-booking app you’ve got open. There’s urgency and annoyance behind the force in which you jam your fingers against the screen, scowling down at the ‘Fully Booked! Please wait a moment’ that’s been flashing across your screen in garish red letters for the past five minutes.

It’s too fucking early for this— the sun is barely over the horizon, and you can practically hear the entire community waking up with a groggy yawn. You’re tired from the flight, hungry, jet lagged and frankly you just want to meet your boyfriend at home and take a long, long nap and waste the morning away. But apparently the rest of these sleep-deprived travelers also have a similar goal— and they’ve even beaten you to the commute, too.

You don’t give up for another few minutes, frantically refreshing the app in hopes that your luck will turn around, but no dice. With a defeated sigh, you jam the phone back into your pocket, a hand reaching to your temple to soothe the incoming headache. All it takes is a few seconds for you to resign yourself to your fate of having to take the overcrowded bus back home. Hopefully the archons smile down on you and you get to sit beside someone decent. Not someone overly interested in getting your number. Or a person who spends the entire ride back on their phone, obnoxiously yelling into their device. You shudder. With the way your morning is going, it’d be just your luck that that’s exactly who you end up beside.

Not for the first time, you let yourself think about calling Childe to pick you up, but you quickly chase the thought away.

It’s tempting. So, so tempting.

He’s probably in bed right now, warm under the covers. He’d probably recognize your specific ringtone, would pick up in a heartbeat even if he’s half asleep. And you already know that he’d half-heartedly whine about it being so early in the morning, even if you both know that he’s already pulling on some going-out clothes and looking for his car keys.

Childe would drop everything and anything if you ask, which is exactly why you don’t want him picking you up. Because, if your past calls are anything to go by, he’s been having a rather rough week himself, and you’d rather brave a packed bus and motion sickness than willingly pull him away from some well deserved rest.

Thoughts of your boyfriend, happily enjoying his day off steel your resolve, and with a resolute nod to your head, you begin to turn to the airport bus stop.

Then a whistle cuts through the air and —like some fucking drama— it’s as if the crowd parts and Childe, all bed-headed and grinning, is leisurely jogging up to you.

All you can do at first is stare at him in surprise because what the fuck you must be more tired than you thought, you’re actually full-on hallucinating now.

But Childe easily comes over, one hand immediately going for the handle of your luggage, the other wrapping around your middle. He pulls you into a one-armed hug, pressing a soft, fond kiss to your forehead and wow there is no way this is a hallucination.

“Hey sweetheart.” Childe grins at you when you pull away to look at him, almost looking amused at how bewildered you are.

And you, ever so jet lagged and exhausted, can only managed to say: “You… you’re here. Uh. Hi.”

“Hey.” You can practically hear the grin in his voice. For good measure, he plants a kiss on your nose. “What, you really thought I wouldn’t be able to come pick you up? Didn’t know you think so little of me, babe.”

You splutter, not even able to form proper words aside from the occasional ‘Wh—‘ that you manage to get out.

“Your google account is still logged in on my phone,” Childe says to your unverbalized question. He shrugs apologetically as begins gently leading you in the direction he came, a hand guiding you at the small of your back. “Didn’t mean to snoop, I swear, but when the email with your flight details came in I saw the time and had a feeling you were planning to hoof it without telling anyone. Which, by the way—“

He pinches your side. Not enough to hurt, but you yelp at the surprise of it.

“—not super smart when you have a very willing boyfriend with a car ready to pick you up at the drop of a hat.”

You sigh, jabbing him back with an elbow, but all he does is grin wider. “You said you were tired! I didn’t wanna drag you out of bed or anything.”

“Well then consider me very willingly leaving the bed of my own volition, then.”

You roll your eyes, about to voice another argument that is more just for petty, affectionate bickering than actual argument, when Childe pauses and pulls you close, silencing you with a kiss to the crown of your head. You can feel the fond grin he wears.

“Missed you, sweetheart. Let’s get you home, then we can both go back to bed, okay?”

#swan feathers ♡.ೃ࿔*:·#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact childe x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #childe

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thatgirl4815 · 8 months

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Incoming essay - apologies!

Rewatching the pool scene and two things struck me: Sand's really not a natural at this whole sneaky, aloof thing - his face while he's watching Ray listen to the recording actually looks quite serious and almost like he's already having doubts, but the second Ray looks back up at him he assumes a fake, couldn't care less expression, which solidifies my opinion that his behaviour here is out of character for him (I don't mean the writing is out of character, but that he's acting in a way that goes against who he really is). Boston's mindfuckery and Nick's...privacy issues come fairly easily to them, and even Mew pulled off a very cold-blooded gotcha that entirely relied on him convincing Top everything was okay, but Sand couldn't even manage that one convo with Ray without it being totally obvious he was pissed and petty and had an agenda. I think swinging a baseball bat probably comes way more naturally to him than subterfuge and manipulation.

The other thing is Sand's expression after Ray asks if he's not okay about him liking Mew - he's sort of speechless for a second, has to take a breath, and it occurred to me that this is the first time he's actually hearing Ray confirm that it's true. Previously it was all just coming from Boston, who Ray said he shouldn't listen to anyway, but here is Ray himself admitting it, saying it out loud, and quite casually at that. Ouch!

(Something else I've been pondering is if Sand isn't (perhaps unconsciously) a little pissed at Nick and that's why he can screw him over so easily - after all, it was Nick who brought Boston into their home, and Nick who, even after witnessing all the damage Boston did - and not to random strangers, but to Sand - still sticks with him, acting all lovey dovey and taking cute couple pics... Not passing judgement one way or another, but it wouldn't surprise me if Sand's a little bit bitter about that as well!)

Ooh yes, I agree with all of this 100%! I like how you can see Sand almost reckoning with himself as he does it. I can see him thinking “Well, if Ray likes someone else and has just been using me, why can’t I play the same game?” Also interesting your point about how Sand likely defaults to direct action as opposed to subtle schemes and manipulation; it would certainly align with how straightforward Sand is about everything (I’m thinking of a lot of scenes but especially that last one where he chases after Ray—he’s undoubtedly still angry, but he cares more about keeping Ray safe than letting Ray see that he’s hurt…that might be part of the reason why the crew decided to use the take where he looks shocked as opposed to heartbroken just before Ray drives off.)

Your analysis also confirms that Sand certainly does care about Ray in the pool scene, even if he’s trying to ignore it in pursuit of his own revenge on Top. Ray’s direct confirmation that he does, in fact, like Mew is just more cause for Sand to be bitter. I can imagine just how broken up Sand has been since the night Boston ruined everything, thinking and rethinking his relationship with Ray.

Sand is making a very pointed effort to make Ray feel his apathy. Beyond Sand simply being hurt and dejected, he wants Ray to feel bad—I just don’t think he ever meant for his schemes to initiate the blow up Ray has at the end.

Lastly, about Nick, I’d be surprised if Sand wasn’t bitter! Nick even tells Boston that he was an asshole and he still acts all lovey dovey with him? Nick comes across as very immature to me and very much a pushover. Hopefully we’ll see Sand address his own anger over this in this trailer clip:

Anywaysss, rant over. Thanks for sharing these observations! You all always make my viewing experience 100x more enjoyable :)

#only friends #this scene analysis is always so fun #only friends the series #ofts #sandray #raysand #only friends ask #ask #raysan #sanray #sand X ray #Ray X sand #only friends meta #only friends analysis #only friends episode 6 #only friends ep 6

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teresalace · 11 months

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🥵The Bastard Takes You Home (Courtin Cowboys the bastard x G.N Reader)

• Words: 4.2k

• Triggers: Usage of word Member, non consensual humping, In the woods, Minor spoilers, Ditzy reader

Author notes: WHere's the bastard x reader fics at?🍳👄🍳Back from My long ass hiatus and now it's studying season for abit, going to work on unfinished stuff for yall, hope you enjoy guys! (tho this isn't the most satisfactory story I've written so far personally 🥴🥴 Or maybe I wasn't in the mood anymore) As always, minors beware AND SUPPORT @ffishstickks COURTIN COWBOYS!!!

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It's 1863 and you're on a journey with an old friend to the western town of Summerfair.

Luckily or not for your incredibly charming friend, they managed to win every heart from left, right and center while you were settling down and becoming a decent inn's cook. Last thing you heard from your dear friend, landing themselves in some love scuffle before ending up with a dopey shepherd, was having an all lovey dovey time in that barn. . .

The clink of a beer infront of you pulled you from your thoughts, full and chilly when you grabbed it.

Downing it immediately, the noisy world around you came bubbling back to life. The bar, ever so lively with patrons chatter and piano tunes, made you feel less alone.

"Thanks bartender," you smiled with a bright buzz, "I'll cook you up something good next time for the free drinks." HIC.

You stood from the bar seat. A solemn head nod from the bartender bids you farewell.

Out of the saloon you went, a pleasant buzzing throughout your body, still in the middle of the quiet town.

Just as you walked a step to balance yourself, something below stopped you. Looking down at the ground by your shoe, you couldn't believe it!

You picked up the 100 coin pieces, quickly pocketing it into your pouch and gave it a pat. A cheerful smile making it's way on your derpy face.

What a good omen!

Maybe it could mean it's time for you to find somebody to spend the rest of your days with. Good omens don't always come your way.

. . .

Hah, what funny things were you thinking now, the sun has barely set.

The loneliness must've begun to sink in after overhearing a married patron brag about one of the multiple lovely times he's had in the saloon. Oh how suddenly you wished to be living in those romantic stories, to be the one held sweetly underneath moonlight and stars.

It would be so nice, you thought wistfully.

In your slightly drunken walk down town, head high in the clouds, you smacked right into a charming familiar face who you haven't seen in a while of a week.

"(Name)! Great timing, I've got so much to tell you– What are you doing daydreaming outside the inn– you'll get all sweaty and red." Not waiting another second or for a response, they dragged your bubbly-self into the shelter of the inn.

Your body felt cooler already, calming you down as both you and your friend plopped on the reception seats. The buzz in your blood slowly going away.

HIC.

"Thanks, buddy," you pushed down an incoming burp from ruining whatever you wanted to say. "Thought you were busy loving that Shepherd."

"I was, just LAST night." They chuckled, looping their arm around yours. "But never too busy to visit my dearest friend, so tell me, what's gotten you looking so glum? I hope this town hasn't bored you yet." Oh no this town was the most exciting thing to you since you weren't close to anyone besides your friend and the friendly inn keeper (who provides rare ingredients for your cooking per request), barely boring but then again you were simple to entertain.

The one and only friend loyal enough to stay with you through hard times while disappearing into thin air when not needed. The friend you needed right now to make a life-changing decision, drunk as can be.

HIC.

"I've been wanting to settle down you know. Maybe in this town or the next one, I don't wanna keep–" A large burp from your guts interrupted your heart-to-heart talk.

"Burping?" Your friend teasingly finished the sentence.

"–Being alone after a long day." You breathed out a sigh as they watched, sobering up slowly. "It sounds nice enough to imagine having somebody to go back home to." You hoped you didn't sound ungrateful to them but it just isn't the same anymore, you couldn't always rely on your friend for emotional support. Both of you knew that.

A short pause.

Giving their earnest attention to you, your dear friend pulled your hands into their lap and held them. "I truly hope you find what you're looking for, (Name), take your time and see what or who life can surprise you with!"

When they comfort you like this and talk sweetly, it's no surprise they've got the whole town smitten for them in an instant. Even though you were generally known as their best friend, it still came with some advantages– free drinks sometimes– and more if the time of day was right. You were proud to have a wonderful friend like them and hope to have an equally amazing partner too.

Wishing that day came sooner.

"(Name)," their voice brought you back to earth and to a pair of concerned eyes. "I think you need to down a cup of water or two, you must've had too many drinks."

Smiling unashamedly, "only one but guilty." Your answer was followed by a snort response from them.

Your friend's eyes twinkled like an idea popped in. "I'll tell you what, after you have some water, why don't we go fishing together? Might as well when the weather is lovely and the sun is still out." You took a brief minute to think. Fishing wasn't the most fun activity, you've tried before and preferred to buy your fishy ingredients from the market but with your friend as company? It started sounding not too bad of a plan.

"Hmm. Alright, let's do it," you agreed, shrugging. What could possibly go wrong other than feeling boredom and being sprayed with water or slapped by some fins if unlucky. They cheered loudly and shook your hands together in theirs, earning a glance from the ever-smiley handsome inn keeper.

"Don't you worry, it'll be fun!" They grinned enthusiastically, getting to their feet and pulling you up along. "A warning, you'll need some patience and a strong grip because some of those fishes are slippery fellows." Too late to back out now when you heard that.

"Great. I could use a challenge now and then," was what you said until both you and your practically beaming friend left the inn, following the forest path and arriving at a creek they discovered in the woodside of the town.

Fresh minty breezes, vibrant greenery and shrubs surrounded you in every inch though you didn't expect for the fishing spot to be at an unimpressive small creek.

"This place is where I usually fish! You can even forage some of them delicious berries if you walk a bit and turn right." They squeal showing you, delighted and setting down their basket full of fishing supplies near the creek edge, not too close to be worrisome.

Its deep and calm blue waters glittered in the sunlight while both you and your friend settled down on the flat grassy patches (that you assume have been made by their many trips here), under the cool shades of the forest.

Curious, you stared at the creek then asked them. "If you've been fishing here a lot of times then there's no way there'd be any fish left, right?" They turned their head to face you, giggling as if you said something funny, pointing to the basket.

"You'll see, (Name). Just give it a try and wait, this town never seems to run short of anything. Really." That felt like they weren't referring to the fish anymore but something else entirely you couldn't understand.

Moving on from that before the small talk ate away the remaining time before sunset, you and them began unpacking stuff, each person equipped with a sturdy, metal fishing pole in both hands. Looking back at the waters then to the wriggling worm on the hook of your fishing pole, some part of you doubted this would work and be a waste of time.

Sure you couldn't see through into those unclear waters but could there really be fish swimming in there?

The answer, a shocking yes with a side of boots and weeds.

No kidding patience was important, you fished more junk than actual fish whereas your friend beside you managed to capture the most.

"Really wasn't expecting this much fish, wow," you exclaimed at the sight of the bucket full to the brim with a colorful variety of fish, some you've never seen before in all your years of cooking.

"What did I tell ya?" They set side their fishing pole, grinning, barely a drop of sweat on their shining face.

"You were right."

"Psh, of course I'm right," they teased, leaning against a tree. "Told you to go exploring the town some time, there's plenty of surprises to experience. But a word of caution, don't go exploring at night. There's nothing much to see than maybe a pervert here and there doing their business."

"Yeah, I'll keep that in mind."

Everything was peaceful, with your friend relaxing beside the full bucket, you laid on your side on the soft cool grass, bare feet pointed towards the creek.

"Remind me to bring more buckets next time we go fishing," you slurred, lips slowing down in movement.

"Hah, will do, (Name)." Their giggles fading into the breezes.

Gentle rustling of bushes lulled you to doze away and drape your eyes from the world, no longer hearing the shrills from the birds overhead.

It felt like nothing could ruin this perfect day. So you decided to fall asleep, waving off your persistent friend to go on back without you, trusting that they would leave some fish behind for tonight. Though fishing alone wasn't fun, they were right about the weather being lovely, almost too lovely to not take a nap. . .

Unfortunately the short nap you originally intended for, lengthened to an hours long coma. Only when the sudden burst of froggy croaks and loud crickets chirp disturbed your sleep, did you realize the sun had been replaced by the brightest full moon.

You hugged your form, waves after waves of chills beginning to settle in your bones.

That was one dangerous nap, to be waking up at near midnight in the woods. Nope, you got to head back to the inn and fast.

Rustle. Rustle.

Instinctively you held your breath, paused in the middle of pushing yourself off the bitter-cold ground. It could just be the wind? Or an insect hopping about. Yeah, yeah it must be.

Convincing yourself that it was nothing, no, it had to be nothing, was a tough feat but somehow you managed to carefully get up.

The tip of your shoes accidentally kicking over something nearby, oh- it was the bucket of fish! How nice of your friend to not leave you without some company.

It was too dark though, you put aside the urge to bring along the bucket and opted to only placing it in your spot. Hope the fishes wouldn't spoil at sunrise.

Then off you went, towards the inn. . .

There was a small problem in your navigation skills when everywhere you turned to appeared to have the same vaguely shaped trees, it was black as the night sky above too but fortunately you walked out of the creek area.

You think the hard ground beneath your shoes feel familiar, that is, until mud and softer patches of soil messed with your senses. Great, you stood there in silent frustration.

Maybe you should've explored the woods like your friend suggested before as now you surely were lost. Not that it was their fault for leaving you behind.

Rustle.

. . .

RUSTLE. RUSTLE.

Louder now, you heard it, the rough shaking of bushes close by. Your heart pounded.

That wasn't nothing.

Loud enough to freeze you in place, just as you looked in the source's direction–

Something heavy tackled you to the ground from behind, the side of your face smashing against dirt and mud as that thing landed on your back.

–Oh no, bear. A huge bear in these woods and no warning signs in sight about it?! Your friend would've told you, scratch that, would've not even mentioned fishing had there been a wild animal–

"Grrrrr."

Hot air fanned the nape of your neck as it sniffed you over like you were its next meal.

Frozen and taking in shallow breaths, your mind was focusing too hard on the sharpness of its talons pressing against your arms. Almost warning you to stay still, not that you could successfully struggle against its monsterous weight before being crushed to death.

Wait, did bears know how to cage people?

"Grrrr," its breath leaned down and edged the curve of your ears. Please get it over with, you were awaiting, hopeful for, a quick and painless death at this point.

Panting over you, in the silver of moonlight you caught a side-glance at the wild animal or at what you initially assumed to be that had you pinned down.

It was no animal but a humongous bare chest man, canines glinting as he grinned down at you.

Long shaggy pitch black hair that resembled fur than human hair, earthy toned skin that faded to an inky black down his forearms.

Was half of his body covered in mud?

Ah, your neck ached from trying to get a better view of him. Surely even a beast of a man like himself would help if you explained yourself, right?

"Uh– excuse me, sir." Huffing, he dragged his gaze from your body to your eyes as you managed to turn your face with small relief.

"I uh just went fishing and lost my way from the pathway to town, could you please help?" It never hurt to attempt for anything but you had a moment of regret as the stretching silence that followed was less than helpful.

His claws, or sharp nailed hands, shifted from your holding down your arms and now dug into the sides of your waist. Maybe he didn't intend for it to be painful but his weight wasn't one bit comfortable.

"Heh."

Low and rusty, the beast, ops you meant, man let out a gut-busting laugh before removing his weight on top of you. Finally you could gasp for a lungful of air, for how long you laying there for the former freezing soil under you felt warm.

The man hadn't spoken anything but It must be a good sign!

"Oh thank you, sir!" Just as you gathered strength to push yourself up, a big hand forced you down hard. Admittedly it wasn't your first time dealing with an unexpected kissing to the ground.

Thankfully none of the mud or dirt made in your mouth but why on earth did he?

"Uh sir, weren't you going to let me go?"

A mightier growl escaped from him, showing teeth this time around, scaring you in place as your voice gave out. Again.

In that second, you remembered this man was no friend, a practically nude stranger who roamed the woods, clearly not dressed to make any good impression. But at least you were given some breathing room, so he wasn't evil. You think.

Another low growl, this one directly over your head.

Staying silent became the best option.

He must've sensed something changed as the sound of him sniffing you grew louder, stopped, and with an unimaginable swiftness you heard an audible long rip in your outfit.

Chilly air instantly flooded the areas where fabric used to be, your skin felt sensitive. Your eyes flew wide, more opened and shocked, heart trembling at the noise.

RIPPPPPPP.

Another long tear by no doubt his claws. Oh no no no, your poor overalls, your trousers!

Your thoughts sizzled, face flushing when his claw-like hands ran down your exposed skin, like in search of something–

The jingle of coins startled you. No, oh no, he was aiming for your money all along!

In horror, you watched as he picked a few coin pieces out of your pouch and pocketed it somewhere, tossing your still full pouch away out of the moonlight.

Your fear changed to actual frustration. The nerve of him! To be robbing you in broad moonlight, why, you ought to teach him a lesson and give him a good head smacking. . . If only he didn't have his hand and knee pressing down on your back.

. . .

Wait a second, you felt his knees shift near your legs. Then finally in your delayed mind, you came to a terrifying realization that the hard thing pushing against your lower back was most likely a gun–

"Uh sir! Please let me get up, surely you're satisfied?" You spoke in a pleasing tone, trying to move a tiny bit under his body weight. Heart thumping.

He had better be satisfied after taking a piece of your precious money.

He didn't move off you. Still staying there on top of you, sniffing? Looking around the moonlit forest as if he had forgotten your existence being squashed beneath him. The cold ground painfully pebbling your nipples against the ground, evident of how long you had been in that darn position.

"H-Hey! Could you please get off–" Something hot and stiff poked at your waistline, long and harder than any boulder. He shifted his body or must've crouched over you as his gigantic shadow covers you whole.

The hard poking grew in size and so did the fear in your heart. Wait, how did you even feel that, this almost entirely nude man has no pockets to carry a gun, it didn't feel metallic in the slightest so what was poking you– Oh.

Oh dear no.

Don't look down, don't look down–

"GRRR." Oh what was he growling about this time?! He already took your money, what else was he going after now. You stilled.

Then he began moving it, slowly rubbing his hardness in that one spot below your lower back. Like he didn't know what he was doing but you weren't going to correct him.

Already uncomfortable just lying there being used as some scratching post for an animalistic man who robbed you not so long ago. . . Wait, in this position, a strong heat radiated from his lower body and grew closer and closer-

He began rubbing himself on you, soft as if testing the waters at first than harder. Vigorously humping himself against your exposed buttocks, warming up the cool skin and pressing you into the earth further.

Breathless and at a lost for words, you shivered while struggling to stay put. Heart wildly beating in your chest like it was screaming for help, so loud you'd think the entire forest could hear it.

He wouldn’t hear it, he kept going, the hardness of his member cutting into you and you felt it.

A slimy slick spreading across your bottom, thick globs of heaviness sliding down and sending tingles in between your thighs. The tingles grew everywhere, and you became aware of a throbbing, not from the man’s flesh, but yours, as if your body was enjoying this terrible torment forced on you.

Please let it end.

He would slow down to your momentary relief, only to speed up at an alarming rate and burn you from behind, skin to skin. The smell of the earth and everything became a blur.

The rumour of the beast in the woods was no exaggeration, like an animal he wouldn’t stop pleasuring himself on you and all the while you silently prayed for it to end as it felt like hours had gone by like this.

Kept going and going, barely any drop of sweat on him all the while you felt like you were being cooked from the inside out, sticky, clammy skin, and out of breath.

The persistent throbbing, hot and needy, inside of you couldn’t cease to stop craving. . . Touch, any kind of touch to relieve this ugly tension fully other than being kneaded into the ground. After this ordeal you were going to ask the pretty saloon lady for help, you won’t be able to last another night without some help.

Finally his rubbing slowed down, hardness swelling impossible hot against your ass and as if his throat was caught on a fishing hook- a deep grunt expelled from his chest and like dread, you felt it, almost a bucket load of slime spilled over you, your hips and down your thighs.

"Now could you move, please?!" That must've sounded more aggressive than you intended it to be but it worked, he crawled off you but the stickiness remained. Before you could muster up the energy to give him a piece of your mind, he slowly growed before bolting into the shadows.

You were alone again, thank goodness.

Sluggishly, you rolled onto your side, flinching at the disgusting globs of slime slide off of you and pool underneath. Taking a moment to rest and mostly to catch your breath, lungfuls of air expanding your chest, feeling crumbs of soil stuck to your skin. The moon was blinding you by the second the longer you stayed there in the open. . . Exhaustion and the cold lulled you to almost dozing off but it was too dangerous out here, you slowly rose, grabbing your pouch of money, swaying like a brittle leaf in the wind as you walked on the path back town.

. . .

Maybe because you hadn’t been seen by them in a while, your friend instantly burst out of the inn and instantly spotted you, supporting your weight and walking you to the bathroom as you confided in them about the attack.

“How horrible! What a disgusting thief,” your friend spat while helping you change out of the torn pieces of fabric that used to look like an outfit as you quickly covered yourself, hiding the slime on your skin from being seen. They continued ranting, dissatisfaction written all over their face. “I’ve had the same experience weeks ago, it’s always the money that they want. I even told the sheriff about it but there’s been no news yet, shucks.”

You nodded agreeing, not that you told them exactly all the details but enough to draw the conclusion that you’ve been unwillingly robbed. Worried about you, your friend promised to stay the night and went to visit the sheriff to give your account. The innkeeper was a trustworthy fellow who wouldn’t let any criminal in.

After a long, long much needed bath, the heat within your body eased down to a tolerable simmer, especially places where that beast’s release reached. Like where your holes twitched and- Ah, stop you shouldn’t be thinking of that! Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you stomped past a mirror into your room, not feeling brave enough to take a look at your no-doubt reddened face.

It felt like heaven being comforted by your dear friend and sleeping together in the same bed, your curiosity popped out again- wondering what became of that beastman- if just giving the sheriff a report was enough for his capture. Maybe you should do something, see if you could mark a spot in the woods where that man would visit, it would be a ton better than waiting around for good news. Right!

Determination filled your blood and forced you onto your feet, heart thumping fast in almost excitement.

The moment you stepped out of the inn, it felt like a terrible idea. With no plan in mind, you snuck away from your snoring friend in bed and proceeded on the moonlit path towards the dreadful forest.

You heard a hurt groan before you saw the source. A man who should’ve already fallen dead, the naked beast with a weapon deep in their forehead spilling blood. Black blood trailing down his rough face, dripping onto the ground.

Witnessing something incomprehensible had you rooted to the spot, it was a scene out of those horror tales your gram would tell to get you and the other children to sleep, of a monster impossible to defeat. You should've never curiously followed a beast of the woods. Now you would never be able to escape his territory, entirely roamed by him. How could you even attempt to stop him from carrying you when you see not even a dagger lodged in his forehead deterred him from staying alive.

Could you call him a beast? He sniffed the air like one.

Even beasts can be killed but not this man.

He froze like he heard or smelt something.

What was far worse than a beast is an unkillable one, and worse than that- was a beast who has found its prey. You.

It didn’t take long for you to sprint away out of instinct but it was too late, he had seen you, and with one long arm he caught you mid-air and carried you on one broad shoulder, whimpering and struggling to no avail. Deeper into the woods where you’d never be able to escape, where only wisps of light and fireflies lit the mornings and darkness reigned the rest of time to come.

Deep below the neck of the woods, rumours of the dangerous beast have now changed due to the rare sightings of him not only alone- there was another one who stood by his side, a beast more humane looking yet scared and equally as nude. No one dared to overstay in the woods anymore, not wishing to join those monsters or become their next meal.

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#The bastard #writing #courtin cowboys x reader #x reader #Murder sim #teresalace #Courtin Cowboys the bastard #The bastard x reader #Afab Reader #yandere male #yandere male x reader #smut scenarios #smut fanfiction #Courtin cowboys smut #smutty #genderneutral reader

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sevi007 · 10 months

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Rating: T

Chapter: 1 / 3

Relationships: Ballister Boldheart x Ambrosius Goldenloin, Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin & Nimona

Other Tags: Hurt / Comfort, Crying, Post-Movie, beware the spoilers, Arm-chopping is not a love language

You know the thing about happy endings in any media? They tend to crop out the awkward part after the final battle against the bad guy. Ignoring the part where the dust settles and realization sinks in; glossing straight over the unsettling feeling of a hollow confusion settling into your very bones when you look up and take a breath and suddenly think and what know? Jumping straight to the fun part where everything is bright and cheery and good is a great thing to see, but in real life, you sadly don’t get to skip the hard parts that easily.

A millenia of lies, eviscerated in a single blast. A wall crumbles, a kingdom overturns, and Ballister and Ambrosius scramble to pick up the pieces and make the most of it

I did the thing! =D

Pathetic lovey-dovey awkward boyfriends Post-Movie, incoming!

#nimona #nimona movie #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #fanfic

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insomniphic · 3 months

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FOR THE DAILY ONE-SHOT VALENTINES WEEK SPECIAL

Tried to finish this today but couldn’t so I guess we’re doing the second part tomorrow 🤷‍♀️

‼️Reminder that these One-shots are NOT CANON whatsoever.‼️

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DAY 2: STARS (Part 1)

“I promise you, Narry. The sights here are great!” His lover rambled on, clasping onto his hand as they dragged him down the pebble road, talking over the sound of rocks shuffling underneath their weight — blending well with the crickets hidden in the grass, and forest, that bordered them from the town. “And I double, double, checked the weather today, just to make sure. It’s clear skies!” They craned their neck to grin, the soft glow emitting from him creating a warm portrait that he’ll imprint in his mind forever; just like every other moment.

“You seem pretty happy that ‘stargazing’ won on the wheel of mundane dates tonight.” Narry laughed, giving their hand a gentle squeeze as he swayed his other arm that held the bag carrying their essentials.

“So what? It was my idea.” They chuckled, decelerating their eager pace to stride along with their partner.

“Hey now, I’m not denying that it’s a great idea.” Narry hummed leaning to their side to give them a quick kiss on the temple. “Believe me when I say that I’m just as excited.”.

Stars out of all things. He’s got his fair share of experiences with “stars”. In fact, the most logical explanation for his identity, as a being, would be to call him as one of those specks out there.

Narry huffed, a small attempt to hide a random chuckle. It’s taking a lot out of him to not say something his lover would categorize as “cringey”:

“Why look at all of that stellar activity when I’m right here?” Or maybe something else like, “Am I not the light of your life, already?”

Ah… he could already see the eye roll and the incoming punch to the shoulder — all while talking about how stupid his attempt to flirt is. Sadly, he’ll have to hold that idea back for a future moment. His beloved seems quite eager to make this opportunity special for them.

His eyes change focal points from the dim green path, to up at the musty clouds of gray covering any of the beauty. He strained his eyes as far as he could and noticed the awaited empty patch of clouds coming to blow their way. A speed that would take longer than it should. A gust whistles past them and he takes his attention away from the observation, listening back in on his jewel’s ramblings. He’ll save those worries for later.

“—I mean how could I not be excited, honestly? You cooked the meal for tonight, we’re out of town to the point where it’s quite, we get to experience some nature, I get to be with you and do the things I’ve always wanted to do,” they listed, a warm smile widening on their face as the reasonings became more heartfelt than the last word, and Narry couldn’t help but blink and gape his mouth slightly in awe. Sometimes he forgets that affection exists; that he’s capable of it. And with his lover saying those kinds of lovey-dovey things? He’ll be quickly reminded.

Narry shuts his parted lips and pries his hand away from their hand just to run it up their back and wrap his arm around their shoulder, pulling them into where they have to trot with a slight tilt. “Do you know how much I love you?” He whispered against their hair.

They quiet down, the crunching of the gravel echoing louder during that moment of silence. “No, I don’t need to know,” they began, “I’m just happy to hear that you know how much you love me,” they smiled contentedly as they came closer to the hill.

“I do.”

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Next —>

#I really don’t like writing but this is just me pushing myself out of my comfort zone 🥲#anyways with Narry’s probably fated possibility that he’ll never find a love (interest)#i don’t think he’ll ever get used to the fact/knowledge that he CAN love.#You know?#oc #oc writing #oc fictive #drabble #valentines special #valentines week #Narry #InSomniphic’s Random Commentary #InSomniphic’s Event Participation

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mamunches · 8 months

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eating your art

seriously it’s so good

if you’d like can you tell me about your OCs? I love their outfits, they look very cute together

hi, thank you so much! i'd love to talk about mine and my friends ocs _(:△」∠)_

yoco (fox mask) belongs to my friend, while izel (goggles) belongs to me! the two are in a relationship and they are overall very sweet. though, most of the information i can provide will be on izel! yoco is still being worked on lol

wave of text incoming!

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at heart, izel is a charming and selfless person who wants nothing more than to share his happiness with the people around him.

izel can be described as a lot of things; energetic, blunt, clumsy, annoying, or even carefree. despite this variety of different traits, he always strives to be the best person he can be for others. he will always and only wish the best for other people, in hopes that they'll never have to go through what he has experienced all his life. though, this selflessness and sense of hope continuously leads him into unwanted situations, leaving him more scarred than before.

because of his view on trust being so broken, he forever stays stuck in a loop of trying to chase after people who leave him with greater sorrow in his heart; with yoco being the only exception.

yoco is the only person izel knows he can put his trust into completely. from an outsider's perspective, it may just seem like him and yoco are a typical lovey-dovey couple, but their relationship is built off of so much care for eachother.

izel is particularly clingy when it comes to yoco, constantly being overly caring as well as affectionate towards him. he never misses any chance he has to show yoco his love for him, whether it's just the two of them in private, or surrounded by strangers.

whenever izel has any sort of big outburst or meltdown, his immediate response is to run and hide in secluded areas to escape from people and to keep to himself. despite his urge to hide away and break down alone, he'll always call out to yoco if he ever realises that he's being searched for by him.

at the end of the day, izel is a guy who struggles from familial trauma, and is learning each day how to overcome these personal issues that have been stuck to him ever since he was a child. thankfully, he's slowly getting better.

present day, izel somehow ended up with the job of guiding lost stars as well as children of the light to where they need to be. quite an interesting task for a boy who can barely fly straight, but he surprisingly does his job well. izel tends to be quite playful and teasing towards others, but never means any harm to them.

although fairly hard working whenever tasked, you can often find him slacking off or getting distracted by small things. however, when a situation demands seriousness, izel will adapt accordingly and turn out to appear rather cold and ruthless. though, in the presence of his beloved, he will turn out to be charmingly flirtatious and affectionate.

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that's basically all i've got for now, description wise at least! i've written their backstories as well as some regular pieces for them but i'll keep them private for nooow.. hopefully this is formatted fine and isn't too much!

hoping to draw them more and commission pieces for these two some day, i love the both of them very much :') ❤️

#asks #oc #writing

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xanderwascaught · 2 months

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Yippeee--

Also for introduction meet my newest oc- Callios

And here is a teeny tiny comic (incoming collab)

(*lovey dovey music breaks in*)

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doodle-pops · 2 years

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Being Randomly Manhandled

Headcanons: Caranthir, Celegorm, Celebrimbor, Fingolfin, Finrod, Glorfindel

A/N: This was based on the TikTok prank, where the spouses would randomly manhandle their husbands. In this, their spouse is supposedly weaker than them which comes as a shock.

Warnings: slightly suggestive in a few of them

Caranthir

Are trying to give this baby a stroke – like seriously, he’s going to freak out.

So, you and he were just chilling and going about your domestic life. He was in the kitchen making lunch for both of you.

Walking into the kitchen with the plan in mind, you walked over to him as his back was turned and wrapped your arms around his waist.

Surprised by the random gesture, he didn’t think anything of it as it was something you tend to do whenever you were bored, and he learned to become accustomed to it.

It wasn’t until your grip on him tightened and you spun him around aggressively and lifted him by his legs to rest him on top of the counter.

Please, his reaction was to die for – widened eyes, shuttering and shouting at you.

Tightening your grip around his waist; you immediately and aggressively spun your husband around and grabbed his legs to lift him onto the counter. Hand immediately shot out to push your smaller body away, you listened to your husband shuttering and shouting profanities at you. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing my love?”

“Why, I’m giving you some love Cara.” At this, you walked closer to pull him off the counter and carry him in your arms.

Panicking, he forced himself out of your grip and threw himself on the floor awkwardly. Staring up at you with redden cheeks and wide eyes, Caranthir was quick to stand up and move away from your incoming hands. Walking around the counter to stand on the other side, he grabbed a wooden spoon and waved it in your direction with a warning. “Don’t ever do that shit again. I lift you – you don’t lift me, ever.”

“Well, it looks like you liked it though. The blush on your face tells me so.” With that, you spun on your heels and walked out the kitchen laughing while looking at your husband over your shoulder, winking at him.

Celegorm

Please this elf loves the idea of you attempting to manhandle him.

You probably attempted to manhandle him during one of the best and worst times in your life.

During one of your hunts with him, he was busy teaching you the ropes of tracking animals via footprints and scent.

While he was busy looking at a broken branch and leaves, you took the opportunity presented to sneak behind him and hug him.

He was aware of your looming presence behind him, but he chose to go along with whatever you were initiating. When he realized that you were feeling all lovey-dovey, he grinned excitedly because he thought you wanted to get all rough and dirty with him.

It wasn’t until you tackled him to the ground, that it took him some time to find his groundings.

Being slammed on his back, Tyelko took an uneasy moment to regain his senses before blinking once, twice and then thrice. “What the fuck?”

Giggling at him, you took the moment provided to wrestle him onto his stomach – without any opposition due to his confused state. Sitting on his back holding his hands in yours, you leaned your head down to meet the shell of his ears and whispered. “Relax kitty, I’m just playing.”

Growling at the use of your pet name, Tyelko not liking the hit to his pride, easily he manoeuvred himself out of your grasp and threw you under him. “Easy kitty, just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Playing. Is something wrong with wanting to manhandle you around a bit?”

The question threw Tyelko off for a second, long enough for you to wiggle out his grasp and tackle him to the ground again. This time, the both of you were wrestling on the ground for control and to Tyelko's surprise, he least expected you to have some strength.

“Just relax love, let me have my fun.”

“Fun you say. Well if that’s what you wanted all you needed to do was ask.” Taking control of the situation, Tyelko pinned your entire body under his, pressing most of his weight on you.

“Don’t ever try that shit again. I’m the strong one in the relationship kitten.”

Celebrimbor

This baby is all muscles, so whether you’re male or female, I just wanna know what you’re eating to be able to lift this buff baby.

He’s going to be the most baffled one out of them all. He’s just going to be there gaping at your remarkable strength and not thought about it being a prank.

He’d be coming from the forges, tired and probably stressed out from creating some new piece.

When he enters your shared chambers, you’ll get up from your seat to walk over to him and embrace him.

Throughout the hug, he’ll feel your hands drifting lower and lower until they’re resting under his butt.

That’s when he’d pull away to question your actions. Not being able to get the question out in time, he’ll be choking on his words.

Cupping his ass and keeping a firm grip, you easily hoisted him into your arms and walked over to the bed to rest him down. Eyes bulging out their sockets and body too stiff to function, Celebrimbor would just sit there in your arms to shooketh to say or do a single thing. “Love, are you alright, you haven’t spoken a word?”

“…is your back not hurting from carrying me? I’m not light sweetheart, don’t do that.”

“It’s okay Tyelpe. My back is fine.” At your confirmation, you bent down to lift him again, but this time to your suspicion, he shot his hands out to stop you.

“No, no, no. Don’t – I can walk.” Rushing to get up, he was quick to show you that he was perfectly fine and capable of walking around the room.

“Oh come on darling, it’s alright with me.” Catching his hand as he practically danced out of your grasp, you aggressively pulled him into your embrace and tackled him onto the bed. At first, he thought that you wanted to have some intimate time with him, but then again, you were never aggressive.

“Darling, what are you doing? This isn’t normal behaviour from you – are you sure you’re alright?” At this point, you were officially scaring the life out of him, and he needed serious reassurance. Leaning down to wiggle your hands under him, you gave his ass a squeezing, emitting a squeal from his lips.

“D-Darling?!”

“This is normal Tyelpe, I just want to give you some love, my style.” Giving you an awkward smile, he still looked at you warily and chuckled along with you.

Fingolfin

At this point, I want you to tell me where are you getting your juice? Who does all the grocery shopping?

This elf is built like a God, muscles everywhere and perfect. May have drooled at the thought.

If giving this elf a heart attack was your true intention, then congratulations, you nearly did.

You would come to visit him in his study after a long day of writing reports and answering official trading documents.

When you walked in to give him a kiss, you’ll be standing with him by his study desk, busied giving him a distracted kiss. At first, he’ll notice the difference in the aggression behind your kiss but wouldn’t comment on it.

When you step closer to lean into his body, pressing yourself firmly against him, that’s when you strike.

Pushing him against the desk with rough hands, Fingolfin is going to look at you like you’ve grown four extra heads.

“Love, what are doing? We can’t do that here?” With pleading eyes, because his men were stationed right outside his study, his hands came up to remove yours, only to be slapped away.

Picking his legs up, you’ll lift them to wrap around your waist and slide him further up the desk so you could stand properly between his legs. Stuttering a response, Fingolfin's hands didn’t hesitate to gently push you away and pry himself out of your grasp. “My starlight, w-what are you doing? Are you well? This isn’t normal behaviour or you…”

Laughing at his response, you chose to continue with your antics and walked closer to him. This caused him to cautiously step back with his hands out before him. You two danced around each other like a predator stalking their prey. Funny how this was normally Fingolfin’s routine with you, and not the other way round.

Backing him all the way over to the couch, you managed to dive at him, forcing him to catch you. Afraid that you would fall, Fingolfin took the bait and tumbled into the couch. Back hitting the sofa, you clambered on top of him and was quick to grab his hands, pinning them above his head. “What is the meaning of this my stars?”

“Shh, relax sweetheart. I’m just lavishing you with my love and affections.” Smiling sweetly at him, you dipped your head to plant a kiss on his lips.

Not loving the feeling of being submissive in his current predicament, with easy manoeuvring, he had you pinned under him instead of on the sofa. “Whatever gave you the impression that you could manhandle me stars?”

“Oh come on darling, it was just a joke. No need to get all defensive about it. It’s called love” Pouting at the seriousness he emitted, you laughed at the fact that his dominant side felt threatened.

“I didn’t think you to be so strong at first darling, you shocked me.”

“Maybe I can show you more of my strong moves.”

Finrod

This bean was the least expected of the entire family to wrestle a werewolf and killed it with his teeth, I think he’d be shocked but quick to accept your strength.

You would be the one to initiate a play fighting match between you both as you were relaxing during the day.

Everything would be going fine – him tickling you and pinning you under him with his kisses and firm grip.

You would be squealing and fighting to remove yourself from his hold, kicking your legs in the process. He would be laughing at your weak attempts to overthrow him.

Pretending to put up a fight and allowing him to supposedly win, you would take that opportunity to wound your legs around him and up all your weight into throwing his balance off and pinning him under you.

“Huh?” The first and only reaction Finrod responded with when he was knocked off you and now laid pinned underneath. Both your arms resting on either sides of his head, encased in yours, Finrod would slowly blink up at you.

“Didn’t think I was strong, huh love?”

Confused by the sudden change in positions, Finrod would be quick to wiggle his way out of your grasp, still believing that you were both play fighting. Once he managed to do so, he was tackled by you once again. Flopping onto his stomach, his golden curls lay sprawled out around his head messily.

“Hmph – my flower?” Sitting on his back with both his hands held in place, Finrod begs to wiggle his way out of your grasp, only to find himself short of strength.

“What’s wrong Findo?” Feigning your concern, you grinned at his attempts of escaping your hold, only to tighten your grip and place more weight on top of him.

“What are you – what are you doing?”

“Playing remember.” Growing quiet as his mind was racing and trying to discover all the possibilities that could lead him to be pinned under you, he found it a bit challenging to acknowledge that you were stronger than him despite your small figure.

“You didn’t tell me you were so strong, how come?” Taking the moment to release him from your grip to let him get up, you allowed him to sit upright on the bed. Looking at you from head to toe, he was looking for any hidden muscles you had which would have displayed your phenomenal strength.

Beaming at him brightly, you waited for him to get comfortable before tackling him – this time, you two went toppling off the bed and plummeting onto the floor in a tangled mess. “Hey, stop being so strong!”

Glorfindel

Another elf who’s built like a Greek God. His physique reminds me of Thor – buff and muscular – and I’m drooling.

This elf believed that when he met you for the first time, you were some eternal being, so when you decided to display your phenomenal strength, your lover is going to be in awe.

What better way to manhandle him than during a little heated make-out session?

Slowly waltzing your way up to him, you would be quick to pull him down to meet your lips.

Feeling the tension he had rolling off his shoulders, you would smirk into the kiss. Your plan was already set in motion.

Lifting your arms to his shoulders, rubbing them, he wouldn’t think anything even as they trail lower to meet grab his ass.

He’ll pull back to chuckle at your antics, knowing fully well that you had the tendency of grabbing his ass during make-outs.

It’s only until you resume kissing, that he yelps out in surprise at your aggressive moves.

Lifting him by his ass and slamming him against the wall, you would be quick to take hold of his legs and wrap them around your waist. The look of confusion and fear that would run through his eyes would cause you to break character and laugh. Almost dropping him in the process, Glorfindel would still be frozen in your grasp, too startled to speak.

“Sorry about that – now where were we?”

Looking you up and down flapping his mouth open like a fish, his first response would be the last reaction you were looking for. “Is your back not hurting from lifting me? I know I’m awfully heavy meleth-nin.”

“No, I’m fine.” As you said this, your hands moved to squeeze his ass giving you a gasp.

“Darling, I really think you shouldn’t.” Pushing you away and standing up, you were quick to walk up to him and pull him aggressively into your embrace.

“Why not?” Smirking at him, you walked him back to press him against the wall again. Taking his hands into yours, you spun Glorfindel around, so his front faced the wall and pinned his hands next to his head.

“Hey, hey, hey. Just what do you think you’re doing meleth-nin?”

“Shh, shh, relax. I’m just giving you my love.”

“Woah, Woah. Wait! How are you so strong? I didn’t know this.” Pressing your body into his, you leaned into him to weigh your weight onto his body, pushing him further into the wall. Confused and also aroused by the manhandling, Glorfindel was enjoying the aggression.

“Calm down meleth and accept my love.”

“I was right. I knew something was off with you the moment I met you. Tell me your secrets.”

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Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)

One of my own projects, but @muffin-min had also wanted a Cheesecake post, so it works to knock out two birds with one stone here.

She was curious about you when she saw one of Butter Pretzel’s portraits that featured you. Pretzel would go on to talk about you to Cheesecake Cookie, further increasing her curiosity about you. Perhaps she could meet you one day…

Who knew she’d meet you would be when she was cornered by thieves as you made quick work of them (bless the training you got from Rambutan). She was mesmerized by your act of heroism as you helped escort her home. She began bashfully stuttering and getting red in the face as she thanked you for saving her.

You smiled at her as you say it was no big deal, she was a cookie in need of help and you did exactly that. That smile of yours, god it made her heart flutter. She tried offering anything as a way of thanking you, but you politely declined. Butter Pretzel was telling the truth, you ARE a sweet cookie. Her head was swirling with all these emotions!

She hired any investigator, detective, ANYONE who could get more information about you, you pretty much plagued her head ever since that day. She would even ring up Butter Pretzel to see if she knew anything more about you, which just made her feel defensive over you. The last thing Pretzel needed is another rival.

She’ll even ring up her dad, Buttercream Choco Cookie, and boldly announce that she’s found her future partner! Even he’s heard about you and is joyous to hear that such a cookie like yourself would be his future son/daughter-in-law!

She’s always showing up at your place of work, ordering the more expensive foods and leaving you massive tips if you were her waiter. She might even pop up during your breaks to take you somewhere to eat, you don’t need to worry about how she knows your break hours!

She’s flabbergasted when she learns of your income coming in and coming right back out at the end of the month. She’ll raise hell at your work, demanding that your boss or manager or whatever is paying you more for your outstanding service to this job, she can attest to that!

Overly lovey dovey with you, public displays of affection like kissing you on the cheek and holding your hands are a common occurrence! She doesn’t deny it if cookies mistake her as being your partner if you aren’t together yet, and she’ll proudly proclaim it if she is! You were her beloved hero and she loved you dearly!

You had a fairly simple apartment, it wasn’t much but you consider it hom-WAS THAT INSTANT RAMEN SHE SPOTTED?!

Nope, if this is going to be your home (for now in her eyes), then she’s making sure this is the best apartment it can be. All that low end food you had is getting swapped out and replace with much better alternatives. Your wardrobe is getting an update too, everything is. You deserve the best for saving her, so she’s going to get you the best. She’s holding onto this jacket of yours though..

Gets into feuds with other cookies over you, Butter Pretzel is completely betrayed that Cheesecake chose to take you right from under her and will never not hold resent against Cheesecake about it. She didn’t care, she had you now and that’s all that matters. If anyone has objections about it, well, she knew cookies that can make them disappear…

Just say the word and she’s getting you that item. You’ve been staring at those new foods on menu? She’s getting you a whole table of it! Want to replace your sofa? She’s getting you a very comfortable leather one! Need a new fridge? She’s getting the most advanced and latest one in the market!

She dedicates a portion of her parties to you, for being such a wonderful cookie for everything you’ve done for others! She’ll smile widely as she holds your hand when she says it, it came from the bottom of heart when she says she cares about you deeply ever since you saved her that day.!

Some of the cookies she’s invited as guests (Croissant, Princess, Shining, Matcha) didn’t like her being so close to you and even holding your hand…they didn’t like it at all, it made them worry. But it was still a party, so they held down their emotions.

She isn’t out of it though. If you have issues you want to discuss with her, she’ll stop and pay attention. In the end, she really wants to be a good potential future wife to you, so she’s completely willing to listen to what you have to say and take the steps to achieve it.

She can buy anything she desires, but this relationship between the two of you was priceless.

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