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cyborg-franky · 3 months

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Please some Valentine's day dating headcanons for Law, Zoro and Kid 😍💕💘

Law x GN Reader Zoro x GN Reader Kid x GN Reader SFW

Law

He’s doing better at it.

He learned after the first time he handed you a real heart in a cube thinking it would be a sweet gesture until you fainted. Bepo had to explain why people don’t just go handing out human hearts.

Is one of those people who hate the heart shape, and can’t ever buy something for Valentine's without muttering under his breath that wasn’t what real hearts look like.

You are always surprised at how meticulous his skills with a scalpel are when he does make you a card that’s anatomically correct. It’s impressive and scary in equal measure.

Law is sweet in his own way like that. Buys you a vase that looks like a real heart and sets it on your desk with one single rose. It’s very much his brand of romance.

He’ll make the effort to look nice if you go out though, mostly. Imagine a suit covered in his jolly roger.

He gifts you a big polar bear plushie as a gift also, though he’s secretly jealous he didn’t get one for himself.

Zoro

Go easy on the boy, he doesn’t know what year, week, or day it is ever. He just got used to the seasons changing, don’t throw around concepts like dates and times.

As long as you don’t mind poking him and reminding him about Valentine's Day he’s down to do something.

Don’t let him pick the place though, or he’ll never find his way back there again and it’ll just be messy for you both.

Though getting lost on a beach with the stars high above and sand between your toes does sound nice. Maybe you guys go on a little romantic date where he’s nagged Sanji into making you both a picnic basket and you go off to get lost on the small island and have a little adventure and picnic.

He goes to carve your names on the wood of a tree because he’d seen that somewhere and ends up cutting down the entire tree.

It’s sweet enough, it’s very Zoro.

He gets you some flowers off Nami’s blooming orange tree’s and sticks them in a sake bottle filled with water. He’ll die as soon as Nami finds out but you can enjoy it while it lasts.

Kid

Totally the type of guy to rip out the heart of your enemy and present it as a gift on Valentine's Day.

Doesn’t really *get it* but he does his best, Killer helps, thankfully. He has something nice for you both, something that isn’t pasta for a start, and then leaves the rest up to Kid.

He doesn’t do cards but oh lord doesn’t he compliment you.

Can’t tell you enough how hot you are, how great you are.

He plants many messy lipstick marks along your neck and arms, not good at the soft and romantic words so he tries his best to show you in more physical ways.

Tottay makes you a keepsake rose out of metal.

It's a chance to be sweet but also to flex and impress you.

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harryssattelitestomper · 1 month

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Thirty, flirty and thriving in Paris (Harry Styles)

Warnings: None?

Wordcount: 640

A/N: Please someone teach me how to write dialog.

Inspired by the pictures below 😍

As the first rays of the sun painted streaks of gold across the London skyline, I stirred from my slumber, excitement coursing through my veins. Today marked the beginning of our much-anticipated travel to Paris. "Morning, lovie" Harry said quetly into the early morning.

"Morning, we really need to get up and pack, love"

"Just five more minutes." He said as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into him.

"Harry, you were the one who wanted to leave the packing until this morning." My voice hardly heard since I was pressed against Harry's chest. But he heard me clearly.

"I know." Harry groaned and got up from the bed, pulling me along with him.

With a sense of purpose, we rose from our bed, our movements still lazy as we packed our suitcases. Harry, with his tousled hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes, folded his shirts with practiced precision, while I, like the messy person I am, threw most of my stuff into the suitcase.

The bedroom buzzed with anticipation as we made our final preparations. Amidst the hurry of making it in time, we still managed to steal moments of stolen glances and shared smiles, our love a silent melody that echoed in the midst of even the busiest of moments.

With our suitcases in tow, we ventured out into the front of our house, where an uber was waiting for us. Me and Harry made our way into the uber, sitting side my side. Me, still tired from the early wake-up, rested my head on Harry's shoulder (I may or may not have fallen asleep for the entirety of the ride to the airport).

At last, we arrived at the busy airport, the hum of departure lounges and the scent of jet fuel filling the air. With tickets in Harry's hand and hearts full of excitement, we boarded the flight to Paris.

As the plane soared into the boundless sky, London faded into the distance, replaced by the promise of adventure and romance that awaited us. And as we settled into our seats in first-class, Harry made me sleep again, knowing how cranky I get when I'm tired.

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Upon our arrival in Paris, we were greeted by the enchanting sights and sounds of the city. The Eiffel Tower stood tall against the azure sky, its silhouette a beacon of romance that beckoned them forth.

After settling into their charming Parisian hotel, adorned with vintage accents and overlooking the Seine, we dropped our luggage off to our room and went straight out to explore the city's culinary delights. Our first stop was a small cafe nestled in a cobblestone alley, which was almost empty.

Seated at a cozy table for two, we chatted quietly, both of us still slightly tired, and ate some flaky pastries. We lingered over cups of rich coffee, lost in conversation and the simple pleasure of being together in a city alive with possibility.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold, we finally ventured out into the bustling streets of Paris once more. Hand in hand, we strolled along the banks of the Seine, the river shimmering in the twilight like a ribbon of liquid silver.

Our evening ended in a candlelit dinner at a charming bistro tucked away in a hidden courtyard, where the air was alive with the melodies of street musicians and the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. Over glasses of velvety red wine and plates of delicious French cuisine, we laughed and shared stories.

And as we walked back to the hotel, beneath the twinkling stars, we knew that our adventure in Paris was just beginning - a journey of discovery, of love, and of the timeless magic that could only be found in the City of Love.

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A/N: I'm begging for someone to teach me how to write dialog!!

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bullet-prooflove · 20 days

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The scream I scrumpt when I saw you were writing for David Hale 😍

Please could I have the prompt “You let your clothes fall to the floor And lit a fire while I waited for more” for my favourite sherif?

Thanks!

The first time David takes you away it’s to his family’s cabin in Mount Shasta. It’s a rustic holiday home that his grandfather built in the 60s when he needed to escape his wife and kids. It played a significant role throughout in his childhood, his father bringing him and Jacob out here to fish and hunt on the weekends, it’s the closest he’d ever felt to the other man.

You love it, he can tell by the way your face lights up when you step over the threshold. There’s a peacefulness in this space that you can’t get in Charming, a serenity you feel as soon as you step onto the mountain. When it starts to snow later on that evening you sit by the window and watch it for hours, your sketch book in your lap.

It’s as he lights the fire that the mood starts to change, the darkness edges in and the glow of the flames bathes the room in a sensuous glow as he sits on the sheepskin rug, blowing out the fire lighter.

When you come to stand before him, you have that look in your eyes, the one that makes him fall in love all over again. He watches as you take off your clothes, the sweater first and then the jeans, each layer like the petals of a rose in bloom. He kisses you when you come to straddle his hips, your fingers hooking the hem of his t-shirt as you draw it up over his head. His own denim follows after that until you’re both tangled up naked in front of the fire, the heat of it warming your bare skin.

When you sink down on his cock, his entire body arches up to greet you, his palms coming to rest on waist as he buries himself deep. You ride him slowly, long, teasing motions that keep him in dire straits underneath you. You know exactly what you do to him, how much you ruin him, he can see it in your eyes. His hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining as he draws you closer, his lips brushing over you as the climax begins to coil and build inside him. His breathing hitches, his thumb ghosting over the apple of your cheek as his skin flushes.

“Baby…” He warns you but it doesn’t matter because you’re right here with him.

You come together, your molten core gripping him so tightly that he can barely remember his own name as he spills his release inside you. You kiss him in that moment and you don’t stop until every ounce of pleasure is wrung out of him.

The chill of the air begins to creep in and David grabs the blanket from the couch, tucking it neatly around you as he cradles you close. You fall asleep like that, tucked into the shelter of his body, the fire still burning in a cabin at the top of Mount Shasta.

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aquagirl1978 · 1 year

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...hello my wonderful dear😍...can i have, especilly bc we get his eng route soon, him with no1 bc i think he needs a family (i even think he would love to have a big one with many children) and i see a primal urge do give his wife everything he got😏...thank youuuuu 😘

Yes, I still have Kinktober requests in my inbox - I didn't forget any of you. Let's pretend this is a fine wine, and the aging process made it better 😂🌹

I Found You - Vlad x Reader (Ikemen Vampire)

A/N: Part of my Kinktober 2022 event

Pairing: Vlad x Reader

Prompt: breeding

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI

"I found you."

You turned to find the owner of that soft and sensual voice. Your lover, your husband. Standing there in the garden on that unseasonably warm winter day, a single red rose in his hand.

"Vlad..."

He held his hand outstretched to you; placing yours in his, you stepped closer to him. Breaking the stem of the rose, he tucked the red bloom behind your ear, smiling softly at you, his crimson eyes twinkling like the stars in the sky above.

Silently, he guided you towards the blanket he somehow laid out without you noticing. He takes a seat in the middle, his body sprawling out on the soft fabric.

“Come, sit with me,” he said, his voice soft and alluring. You shut your eyes, his words already starting a fire in your belly; as if he were surrounded by a magnetic aura, you found yourself floating towards him, taking a seat next to him.

Smiling, he handed you a glass of champagne. After clinking your glass with his, you sipped the bubbly beverage, its taste sweet on your tongue.

“What’s the special occasion?” you asked, your head already starting to feel light and your body warm after only a few sips.

“Can’t I just pamper you?” he replied with soft laughter. He held up a strawberry, its scent so sweet and so strong you could almost taste it. Teasing, he traced your lips with the berry; lips parted, your teeth grazed the fruit before he pulled it away too soon.

With a seductive smirk, he popped the berry into his mouth, eliciting a disappointed pout from you. He leaned over and his lips captured yours in a succulent kiss. The taste of the berries sweet on his lips, his tongue quickly sought entrance into your mouth. Moaning, your mouth opening, your tongue met his, twisting and tangling in a passionate dance.

His hands caressed your neck, his touch gentle as he deepened the kiss, sending tingles down your spine. Raising your hand, you twined your fingers in his soft locks; a low groan rumbled from his chest as you pulled ever so slightly on his hair.

Barely breaking the kiss, both of your bodies breathless as he lifted you onto his lap. “That’s better,” he whispered in between kisses, his hand slipping under your skirt, your back arching against his hardness as he dragged his rough palm across your sensitive skin.

“Vlad…” Your body writhed against his, his name the only word on your lips as he pushed away the strip of damp fabric hardly covering your core, sliding a finger inside you. Your breath hitched as he pushed another finger inside, stretching you, preparing you.

“You’re ready,” he whispered, his words laced with lust, before gently biting your lower lip, breaking your kiss. After removing his fingers from your core, he shifted your pliant body in his arms, eagerly pushing away the many layers of your skirt. You shivered, the air cool on your skin despite the fire blazing inside youre body. He wrapped a strong, lean arm around your waist, as he rubbed the tip of his cock along your exposed entrance. A thrill ran through your body, the idea of engaging in this act outdoors both new and exciting.

His mouth hot on your neck, his kisses sure to have left bruises, he pushed your body onto his, his hard cock slowly stretching you, filling you. Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he allowed you time to adjust to his size.

Gently nibbling on your neck, his hand pressed firm on your belly, he whispered into your ear, “I want to make your belly swell.” He waited a moment for you to realize what he was saying before lifting your hips off his cock.

“I want another baby,” he added, confirming his earlier statement, slamming your hips against his so hard you cried out. “Be as loud as you like. There’s no one who can hear you out here.”

Your body rocked against his, your hips thrusting hard and fast; he pushed your blouse down, his palm covering your bare breast, his fingers teasing your hardened nipples.

Rapture quickly rolled throughout your body as your lover filled you with pleasure, his hands rough on your hips as he slammed your body down against his. Tilting your head back onto his shoulder, aware you wouldn’t last much longer, you cried out his name once more as the pace of his strokes increased.

Knowing you were close, he kissed the curve of your shoulder. His fangs descending, grazing your delicate skin, your body alight with anticipation of the pleasure that would come from his bite.

“Bite me, Vlad.” Your words were nearly breathless as your body, pressed tight against his, was filled completely with his cock. You gasped at the initial pain of the bite; no matter how many times he had bitten you, the initial sting of the pain remained.

But soon a soft smile spread on your lips as a pleasure greater than any human should ever experience filled your body, your heart, your soul as Vlad spilled his seed inside you.

Unsure how long you remained on his lap, bodies still joined, Vlad placed gentle, soothing kisses on the already fading puncture marks on your skin. He continued to hold your body against his in a tight embrace, while stroking your hair soothingly.

“We should go inside,” you managed to say softly. “The kids….”

Vlad chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “Just a few more minutes. In a few months, we won’t have such peace.”

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tokusaatsus · 1 year

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s. ibara — from eden

warnings: religious references, mentions of blood + violence

You’re playing a dangerous game, you’re aware. Chasing after a hunter, cupping fire in your palms and expecting to not get burnt, but Ibara is addictive.

Yes, he is callous, and he will not treat your heart the way it deserves to be treated. Life is a battlefield, and you are all chess pieces for him to command as he pleases.

Still, when he smiles—crooked and vicious and deadly—something in your heart flutters.

You wonder if part of love is to give all of yourself to a predator and let yourself be devoured. You tell Ibara this, just to see his reaction.

And oh, the roses that bloomed in the garden of Eden cannot possibly compare to the ones blooming in the apples of his cheeks.

You laugh, then.

Three inescapable truths: the sky is blue. You love a boy who cannot, who will not, love you back. The world keeps turning.

Do not forget, though—however soft he seems in the moment, he is still a killer.

There is something so very wrong with him because his idea of love is to destroy and be destroyed in turn.

He is most alive when he’s beaten and bruised; a boy made up of bloody knuckles and split lips, eyes bright with an emotion you can’t quite place.

Red stains his teeth.

The snake bares his fangs. poisonous, dangerous—yet you still let him into your heart. Not tame, no, never tame. Be wary. A wild creature never loses the yearning for freedom. To stand before the yawning abyss and know that your humanity is doomed: lost before it ever began. Love cannot fix him. Not when he breathes venom as easily as he smiles, all sharp edges and honeyed lies.

A message from Eden: the home you left, that never quite left you. A wordless command, one you are helpless to obey. Falling from grace, now falling in love.

He cannot love you properly just yet. But perhaps, perhaps he will one day.

wc. 372 words

reze txt. not my best work i will admit but i dug this out of my wips because i was agonising over it 😞 and i thought it seemed a fun premise… anyways i love ibara soooo much and so he had to suffer 😍

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aldbooks · 1 year

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35 for Gwynriel or 23 for Elucien? 😍

Prompt list

First of all, I plan to answer both of these, because they're excellent choices, but the Elucien idea came to me easier so you can have that one first...

"Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to fall in love?"

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Elain stared at the door in disbelief as she heard the click of the lock slide in place, trapping her inside. Betrayal sparked through her, hot and sharp, only fanned higher as she heard an exasperated sigh behind her and whipped around to face the bane of her immortal existence. Her mate.

Lucien had squeezed his eyes shut as he rubbed the space between his brows, before they snapped open again and that strange mechanical orb that served as his left eye scanned the door and then the room. "They've warded us in here as well," he stated dryly. "It's a good bit of spellwork, not that I couldn't break it if given enough time, but frankly I'm exhausted and haven't the energy. And Feyre knows that. This was a setup."

She scoffed quietly. A set up indeed. Elain had been enjoying her afternoon in the garden with her newly blooming roses when Feyre had called her in. She'd made it seem urgent so Elain had dropped everything and rushed inside to the room Feyre had indicated, only to find the small parlor occupied by only one figure. That last person she wanted to see. She'd skidded to a stop, stammering a half hearted apology and turned on her heel but before she could reach the door, it had slammed shut on a phantom, dark wind and been locked magically. From the outside.

The only thing that made her feel better was that Lucien seemed no more inclined to be locked in a room with her than she was with him. Thinking her energy might be better spent directing her anger at the person- or more likely persons- (her brother-in-law was a horribly nosy busybody these days) who had orchestrated this entire scenario. she balled her hands into fists, and shouted her sisters name in her mind, watching as Lucien flinched.

"Don't bother," he sighed, dropping down into a chair. His entire posture as he slouched against the back, his long legs sprawling out across the carpet was pure indolence, and despite herself, she found it oddly charming. "The wards include mental communication. From our side at least. I have no doubt they're monitoring this room from somewhere and have no intention of letting either of us out until they're satisfied with whatever goal they'd hoped to achieve. You might as well make yourself comfortable."

He waved a hand at the only other seat in the room which happened to be across from him. It was only then she noticed the lack of the usual sofas and chairs that littered the room to accommodate their friends who liked to stop by unexpectedly. Well played, sister. She could've sworn she felt a trickle of amusement filter back to her at the thought.

With a deep breath for fortification, Elain carefully took the seat across from him, keeping her gaze on him the whole time. She wasn't sure what exactly she expected him to do, he'd just told her they were stuck in this room for the foreseeable future. It wasn't as though he could just grab her and whisk her away somewhere, force her to accept the bond and do mother only knew what to her. Did she really expect that her sister and Rhysand would just sit by while he- what? Ravaged her in this room against her will?

Would it really be against your will? some traitorous part of her whispered darkly. She shook the thought off, fighting the rising well of desire the thought brought. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she was attracted to this male. Though he seemed to be the exact opposite of the sort she normally was attracted to. What? Mysterious, handsome males with dark hair and wings? Or perhaps pretentious lords with lots of money and even more prejudice?

A growl slipped out of her before she could stop it. Lucien, who had leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes, slid one open. Russet peered at her curiously as she smoothed her skirts and generally pretended she hadn't just made such an inhuman noise. With a soft sniff, he closed the eye again and resumed his relaxed position.

She took the opportunity to look him over, noticing the signs of exhaustion he had hinted at before. His clothes looked as though they'd been worn for a long time, the collar of his shirt gaped open more than usual, his waistcoat half unbuttoned, his long hair had been pulled back in a sort of half bun that looked hastily done and there were dark shadows in the golden skin under his eyes. The steady cadence of his breath told her he was on the verge of falling asleep already. He looked so dishevled, almost vulnerable, she felt herself softening towards him, the bond between them urging her to see to his comfort. Which, of course, only served to piss her off.

"Why are you so tired?" she blurted out, a bit harsher than she intended. He jerked slightly, his eyes blinking open as though he truly had fallen asleep.

"I just returned from a trip to the continent to discuss trade agreements," he explained, his voice rough. "I was headed back to Spring to rest before seeing to my obligations there when Rhysand reached out, insisting I report immediately instead of later this week as originally planned. The extra winnowing was an excessive drain on my power."

Well, that certainly explained his appearance and unusually unguarded manner. A niggling of concern for him began to swell up, but she quickly squashed it. He was nearly three hundred year old, he could handle himself.

When she said nothing in response, he gave a little sigh and closed his eyes again. Politeness dictated she let him sleep, he certainly seemed to need it. But she was so agitated and uncomfortable at the situation they'd found themselves in, she couldn't seem to keep her mouth shut.

"What do you want?"

This time he lifted his head to look at her fully. "I beg your pardon?"

She blushed at his scrutiny. His gaze had always felt too much. Too intense, too longing, too sad, too hungry, too disappointed. Now, it was too curious. He watched her like he was trying to see straight through to the heart of her. She disliked feeling so exposed. She wished she could keep her mouth shut and ignore him, but she'd never been good at silence. Especially the last few years since... She stopped that train of thought before it could gain steam.

One of her favorite things about living with Feyre and Rhysand, was that their house was never quiet, even when they weren't there. The servants were friendly and kind, and the other members of their group had a tendency to trope in and out of the house without invitation as though it were their own homes. And with a toddler in the house now, there was always something going on.

Lately though, she'd found herself wanting- not more exactly, but something... different. It had taken her a while to realize that this longing she felt was because she wished for a family of her own. She had expected to already have one with Graysen by now, but that path had been taken from her several years ago now. It was time to move on. Still, she could not help but still want those things, and the more she thought about wanting them, the more she felt that little golden string in her chest tugging her in one clear direction. A direction she stubbornly resisted. She would not allow some mystical cauldron, the same one that had turned her fae and taken away that future with Graysen, to dictate where her life would lead her now. She refused to accept this fate that had been decided for her. Perhaps that was silly. As a seer herself, she understood the inevitability of fate and the longer she avoided it, the sillier it seemed, but she would not give in... at least, not yet.

Deciding this was as good a time as any to address some things that had been left unsaid between them for long enough, Elain drew herself up, squared her shoulders and addressed him with the same frankness he watched her with. "What is it you want from me?"

He sat with that preternatural stillness that fae had that still unnerved her, though she knew she sometimes did it herself when deep in thought. Finally, he replied. Just one word that threw her entirely off balance. "Nothing."

She blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry? Nothing? What do you mean?"

"Just that," he said simply. "I have no expectation of you. I never have. I know this is all foreign to you, just as it was for your sisters. I have no intention of rushing you into something you're not ready for- or do not want."

She stared at him, realizing her mouth had fallen open, but could not seem to close it as she gaped at him. "I- you-" came her very intelligent reply. "You... do not wish to formalise the bond?"

He seemed amused by that for a second before shrugging and leaning back in seat once more. "I know most fae might think it strange, but I know that mating bonds are not the end all be all. They do not always guarantee a harmonious union." He said nothing else for a long moment before continuing, his words careful. "I do hope to have a family- some day. Currently, I'm not in a position to readily support one, however. I travel constantly, have no steady home..."

She could hear the sadness in his voice. The longing. Sympathy for him washed over her in a sudden flash of understanding. He wanted a home. Something so simple, something she took for granted. To her, home was not a place. It was not a structure; bricks and mortar. It was the people in it. The companionship and belonging. She'd been displaced from the houses she'd lived in several times already, but she was young, and now immortal. There would be plenty of time to settle. When she was ready.

But for someone as old as Lucien, who had spent most of their life moving from place to place, on the whims of others, what might home mean to them?

If he saw or sensed her thoughts, he did not say. "I do not know you well, but from what I do know, I think we might suit. I had hoped to eventually have the time to determine that for ourselves but... there's no rush. And, as I said, I do not wish to push you into something you do not want."

Her heart gave a slight flutter. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you think we'd suit?"

He gave her his full attention once more, his expression cautious. "Well, I believe we have similar temperments. Similar values. You are loyal, caring, resilient-" that fluttering in her heart increased. She wasn't sure anyone had ever referred to her as resilient. People had a tendency to treat her like a doll. fragile and breakable...

He shrugged and she realized he'd continued speaking but she hadn't heard what he'd said. "I think, if given time to know one another, we could be good partners. If that is something you want."

"That's all you want? A partner?"

His face was unreadble as he shrugged once more.

That soft, romantic part of her that still wanted things she'd thought lost to her, rose up. "Truly? You want nothing more? What about connection? Desire? Love? Have you never wondered what it would be like to fall in love?"

A painfully familiar emotion flickered over his features. "I don't need to wonder," he said quietly. For a moment, she felt a stirring of panic before she realized he was no longer looking at her. Or rather, he was, but he did not seem to see her. His gaze was distant, unfocused. He wasn't speaking about her. Of course he wasn't. He'd just told her he did not know her well. Why would he be speaking of her?

"Oh," she said, another flash of understanding hitting her in the chest.

He laughed softly, the sound achingly sad, almost bitter. "I've lived for almost three centuries, Elain. Did you truly think I'd never been in love in all that time?"

Her face heated. She had thought that. Though why she'd even thought such a ridiculous thing she wasn't sure. "I- I'm sorry."

He nodded his acceptance, reclining once more, his eyes closing, a clear indication he did not wish to speak on it anymore. Of course, after such a revelation, she definitely could not contain herself. "Who was she?" she asked.

He froze, and for a moment, she did not think he would answer. Then he sighed, the sound filled with a sort of grief she could not quite fathom despite her own losses. "Her name was Jesminda," he breathed.

And then, he told her the saddest story she'd ever heard.

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mitsuki91 · 2 months

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Some Snowling name ideas (though I couldn't think of names for the last two triplets, I think they'd have flower names so Lucius can call them his little garden): 1. Willa Rose (girl, first born twin), 2. Thorne Bloom (boy, second born twin) 3. Talia Lily (first born triplet, girl. Talia means "river")

Talia is my favourite omg 😍

But what about the color?

#my asks #genderbend au #snowbaird kids

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metalbvcky · 1 month

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For the writer asks game

C: How did you come up with the title to [Rose Blue]?

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

😘😘

Jen!! 🤗 I'M SO GLAD YOU ASKED THAT FIRST ONE omg. Anyone who asks about Bloom's titles gets a cookie! 🍪

C: How did you come up with the title to [Rose Blue]?

Rose Blue is a spin on the Stone Sour song, Rose Red Violent Blue. I love that band (and Corey Taylor) and I thought it was a neat touch! I'm not sure if Steve/Bucky's blue-adorned wedding bands came first or the title... the early days of Bloom are like a blur lol. I have an old document somewhere that has Rose Blue being like, a canon divergence before it spiraled out of control. It was probably a few months later that Kaitlyn (the Bloom!Verse godmother) and I were like, MAKE IT FLOWER THEMED 😂

V: Are there certain comments you’ve received on your stories that have stuck with you?

I keep screenshots of my fav comments, so here are a few 😍

one of yours LOL

That last one hits my like a (soft, lovingly) rock 😭💖

#ask games #fanfic asks #mandy answers stuffs

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charmixpower · 1 year

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Issue Seventeen: The Ghost of Balmoral

It's cute how the comics show that absolutely none of these girls are native to Magix and it implies that Alfea still follows Magix holidays even if it's extremely multi cultural

So THATS neat, I was always wondering if Day of the Rose was an entire dimension thing or just the planet of Magix thing

How the fuck does Flora not know what camping is?????? Stop lying to me

Also the moonlight comic

Stella really just remodeled Bloom's entire room instead of just making it larger fjsjdbejsb such Stella energy

Hey wait a fucking second, why would Musa of all people be judging how large the room is??? That doesn't seem right

S4 was absolutely missing everyone looking at cars on earth and being like "YOUR STILL USING FOSSIL FUEL AND GAS??? ARE YOU PEOPLE INSANE!!!"

Stella got a bunch of boys to pitch her tent for her, and the girls are dragging her for filth about it

Their behavior is so funny, some one will offer to do something for Stella and she's like "yes 🥰 thank you 😍 if I have to pitch a tent I'll die" and everyone else is just 👁️👁️ at her

Also Stella's hair is much more obviously vampire bangs in the comics and i continue to dislike it so much

Awe they are so adorable

Plz look at how cute they are 🥰

Conquer??? Stella bestie??? What does that mean??

Stella goes back to Magix and brags to Brandon about bagging another man???? I have no clue what she's trying to communicate tbh

This is the most suspicious way to start a conversation

You know I'm only now thinking about how magic actually being real just not accessable to humans would affect earth

Like ghosts are real, that's literally just a fact

Straight wilding

This is even more suspicious!!!!

You'd think after dealing with the Trix and shit they'd be a lot more suspicious of strangers and yet

Tecna being a good friend 💜🧡

What the absolute fuck is this plan

Like genuinely

"to destroy this business I'm going to make a shitty fake ghost to pretend it was always a fake ghost"

Everything going on over here is absolutely insane

Nothing makes sense, thank you Winx club comics 💗💗

GUNS IN THE WINX CLUB COMICS???? OKAY THEN FJABDKSBAJDJABA

Btw after this they're more busy trying to figure out if that was a real ghost they saw, normal people overhere

I love that their reaction is just to document it

Like yep there are ghosts, but not many, so we have to make sure we can get some pictures bc this will be on the front page!!

There is no hinge

Someone can go from being a ghost to alive in the comics very easily

Uh, two things

1) Hey Taylor, ghosts are alive

2) Daphne

I love how things tend to show up again in the comics and I'm genuinely curious about where this is going

My first thought is sicking real ghosts on Mitzi but it can go in any direction

#Winx club #Rus liveblogs #Winx comics #Winx comic #long post

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 year

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i have this headcannon that since ben often gifts clover with flower related things (the painting of her favorite flower, he got her the tuber roses she wanted after that florist wouldn’t sell them to her bc she wasn’t married, and the geranium seeds) he’s going to somehow find a way to gift her seeds of her favorite flower that she’s never seen in person. in this hc, when they go to rome, he finds some specialty flower shop where they sell the seeds of it and he waits until they’re back home to gift it to her, which would be a whole moment in and of itself. then once clover plants it, she tends to it very meticulously, almost obsessively and ben will have to like yank her out of the greenhouse sometimes bc she’s just so consumed by her excitement and anticipation that she forgets mealtimes and what not. and once it blooms, i feel like it would be a very full circle moment for clover. i think she’d realize that all the things she never thought possible for herself, are well and truly hers now and no one can take them away. a happy, loving marriage, an amazingly supportive and caring family, a sunshine-y best friend, and her middlemist reds.

wow why did i just make myself cry a little bit

sincerely, 😈 anon

DARLING YOU ALSO MADE ME CRY A LITTLE BIT-

Omg?! This is such a good idea, you're a genius! 🥰❤️

First of all yessss, Clover's favorite flower will play an important part in the storyline, esp how their relationship develops ❤️

"ben will have to like yank her out of the greenhouse sometimes bc she's just so consumed by her excitement and anticipation" THIS SCENE WILL DEFINITELY HAPPEN😍 Like, the moment she lets herself garden and focus on the garden and the greenhouse....🥰❤️

It will be absolutely adorable😍❤️

Thank you so so much for this! ❤️❤️❤️

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beautifulbizarremagazine · 1 year

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 1 year

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This scene, her in jeans and the conversation between the two, was reported by a guest at the palace. I have added the pre- and post-story. Your Strawberry

In the garden of the palace

After a busy morning, they were drawn to the palace garden. The sun was shining and it was pleasantly warm. She loved this time of year. It was the transition from spring to summer. The flowers were in full bloom and everywhere was fragrant. She took her dog and unobtrusively slipped out through a side entrance to take a short walk around the grounds.

Bravely, her dog trotted along beside her. Since she had taken care of his upbringing, he was as good as a lamb and followed her every word. She thought with a smile of the first weeks he had been with them. He had barked at every visitor and chased frantically through the entire palace. Her husband had let the dog get away with everything. However, when he had peed in a chimney during a meeting, she had decided to take the dog's upbringing into her own hands. Visitors from that time now asked if it was the same dog.

Lost in her thoughts, she did not notice that the dog had moved quite a distance away from her. He took the path she usually walked. But she hesitated. Her husband had a work meeting on the terrace and she didn't want to disturb the round. She called the dog, but he seemed to have forgotten his good upbringing and did not listen. Sighing, she followed him. When she got to the terrace, she saw a group sitting under the parasols. Her husband's seat was empty. He was probably late again. Breathing a sigh of relief, at least this way she wouldn't disturb the meeting.

Seeing her dog disappear through an open door already inside the palace, she walked towards the group already looking curiously at her. "Good afternoon," she greeted. Smiling, she added, "Please excuse my casual appearance in jeans. I was taking the dog for a walk and was so lost in thought that he found a different way into the castle than I had planned." Her explanation drew smiling looks before an acquaintance rose to greet her.

At that moment, her husband was announced. He walked quickly towards the group and she saw the surprise in his eyes when he caught sight of her. Their gazes became entangled and his eyes began to shine. Forgotten was the group under the parasols and he greeted her with a tender "Bonjour M'dame", which she returned with a soft "Bonjour M'sieur". Although his affectionate gaze drew her magically, she also noticed the astonished looks of those present and felt a fine blush rise to her cheeks. She broke eye contact with her husband and looked apologetically around, then withdrew. At her back she felt the stares that followed her.

She found her dog in the corridor to her office. Greedily he drank from his water bowl. "Ah, that's why you disappeared so quickly. You're a unreliable companion." Trustingly, the dog looked up and she had to laugh. "Come," she said to him. "We'll see what we can get for lunch while your master dines on the terrace."

That afternoon, as she sat back at her desk reading letters, there was a knock on the open door. With a smile on his face, her husband stood in the doorway. He entered, closed the door and leaned against it. "You turned their heads so no one could concentrate," he explained. "Don't you rather think I turned your head?" she asked with a laugh, standing up and walking towards him. Again his eyes began to light up. "How do you do it?" he asked, sighing. She shrugged her shoulders, whereupon he pulled her into his arms and kissed her tenderly.

Hellooo sweet 🍓! ❤️

The power of Brigitte in a simple pair of jeans... the woman passes by and no one else can concentrate... especially her hands 🤭

“Bonjour Madame” and “bonjour Monsieur”, in front in everyone, will forever melt my heart 🤧😍

Thank you so much, Strawberry! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #strawberry

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missameliep · 1 year

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Winter Ask for Prince Hamid×Elizabeth

Number 18 + 19

Hi! Thank you so much for the ask, dear ☺️

Prince Hamid and Elizabeth are my darlings and OTP and I always love talking about them! 😍

18. Who is the best gift giver?

They both are great gift givers (here is a fic about their first holiday together).

While Prince Hamid often aims for the extraordinary and spectacular and his perspicace and exquisite taste in fashion (as you can read here) and luxurious perfumes and oils have greatly pleased Elizabeth and all his loved ones, some of Elizabeth's favorite gifts from him were the simple but special tokens that remind her of their time together (you can read here his choice to celebrate the first days of their marriage). Either with great gift or gestures or simple tokens of affection, knowing her so well as he does, his efforts usually pay off and the presents are a success.

Elizabeth is also a great gift giver (as you can read here). Hamid treasures everything: the miniature she gave him, keeping it close to his heart, and the handkerchiefs she gave him during their first Christmas at Topkapi, inaugurating their tradition of exchanging presents, accompanies him whenever they must part, a reminding that she will be waiting for him. And over the years, she learned from him and came up with grand gestures that meant more than material presents.

19. Who wants a kiss under the mistletoe?

Both? 😁☺️

Even though this isn't a tradition of his homeland, Hamid embraced it with enthusiasm and is much eager with kissing under the mistletoe than Elizabeth ever was. Smiling and puckering his lips for a kiss whenever he diligently tricks her to stand underneath the numerous mistletoes hanging from ceilings and doorways at their home at Edgewater is one of his favorite passtimes during the holidays -- plus he often carries a twig of mistletoe in his pocket to seize any opportunity alone with his wife when their home is packed with their loved ones and they can steal a moment together. Just in case.

Your ask inspired me, and during my break I wrote a little drabble. I hope you enjoy it. ☺️

One long finger slipped and landed on the wrong key, drawing a higher and uneven note from the pianoforte and a frustrated sigh from Prince Hamid's lips. With a sympathetic smile, Elizabeth's hands stopped their effortless dance over the ebony and ivory keys.

The larger hand of the clock has completed a full circle since they sat together by the pianoforte and somehow he is getting worse at it. He almost regrets the idea of performing a duet for their guests after Christmas eve's dinner. Almost. If not for this, they would not be left alone at the drawing room at this time of the day, and his wife would certainly be out and about, running all sorts of errands before the arrival of the first guests of the season.

Aside their breathing, the crackling from the fireplace was the only other sound in the room.

Scooting closer, Elizabeth leaned and rested her chin on his shoulder. "It's all right, my prince. You were gliding beautifully before... Just keep your eyes on the score..."

"How can I do it, when the heavens allowed the most gorgeous angel to sit right beside me?"

"Flatterer," she said dismissively, but the praise made her cheeks bloom like red roses.

Always flattered by this reaction, he chuckled and reached for her hand and brought it to his lips for a lingering kiss.

"I am not," he purred. The warmth of every word fanning her skin. "You are excessively modest. Therefore I took upon myself the responsibility of rectifying that."

He kissed the back of her hand again, and brought it back to rest over the white keys.

"We can start over," she whispered, while correcting the position of each of his fingers, unflattenning them with gentleness. "Remember to curve them. Just a little bit more."

Prince Hamid smiled, admiring her patience. His Elizabeth trusts he can accomplish anything, even playing the pianoforte despite lacking the talent or discipline for it.

Inclining his face towards her, he brushed the tip of his long nose alongside her face and rested it at the top of her head, allowing the rosewater scent emanating from her hair to fill his lungs. When she tilted her face upwards to meet his gaze, he rested his forehead against hers, and swiftly took something out of his pocket.

"Look up."

Elizabeth's gaze darted from his eyes to the twig hanging from his fingers above their heads.

"Oh! Another one?" she asked, "I wonder where this could have come from?"

"It must be a holiday miracle." He grinned at her, and leaned closer. "Won't you honour tradition, hayatım?"

She bit her lower lip, and looked over his shoulder to confirm they were still alone. Then she pressed her lips to his smile, sliding them gently over his lower lip, and pulled away.

Like a magnet, he instinctively followed her lips.

"Satisfied?" she teased.

"Never."

Leaning forward, his lips met hers again. And again. And again. Peppered by giggles, they exchanged soft playful kisses that turned less playful.

Letting gravity have her way, the twig fell to the floor, as Hamid's arms encircled his wife's waist, pulling her to his lap without breaking the kiss.

"My favourite time of the year!" he whispered against her mouth and she chuckled, cradling his face in her hands.

"Mine too, because I have got to spend it with you."

Tagging a few of you who might enjoy reading this: @princess-geek @dianalend @lorirwritesfanfic @noesapphic @lilyoffandoms

#ask box!#choices fanfiction #prince hamid #prince hamid x mc #prince hamid x elizabeth #desire & decorum fanfic #choices desire & decorum #desire and decorum

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