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On the Wedding Day

On the wedding day, Ginny sat on her childhood bed as Hermione moved around, adding puff here, adjusting a red lock of hair there. It was the same bed where she had thrown up after Ron forced her to drink some stupid drink he'd 'made just for her' when she was six and he was seven. It was the same bed where she had cried herself to sleep when Bill moved out; the same bed where Mum had held her on those endless nights when sleep slithered away from her, like the tiny snakes that slithered on the damp walls of the Chamber. It was the same place where she'd taught Hermione the lyrics to a popular Celestina Warback song. On the same bed she had muffled her sobs that night on Harry's seventeenth, when she couldn't wipe off the taste of his lips. How many times had she lain there, her limbs entangled with Harry's?

Thinking about her bed made her think of her childhood itself. She vividly remembered running naked to the pond behind the Burrow; picking wild berries from the fields beyond home, her eyes shielded by a hat twice the diameter of her head. She remembered the midnight detours to their smelly, spidery shed, from where she nicked Fred's broom, the fastest of the lot.

She had cut her knee on her first fall, she remembered how it bled, liquid oozing out from her skin the way water ran from the tap in their kitchen, her favorite place in the world. She had gone to Mum then, had lied to her when she asked where she got the cut from, had feigned pain and dizziness when Mum asked her to help Percy in the garden.

The later part of her childhood had been marked by Harry Potter's existence, even though she hadn't seen him. She had coaxed Dad into charming one of her handmade rag dolls to say 'Hello, I am Harry Potter. I think Ginny is the best girl in the world. I want to marry her." She played with it every afternoon, saying her vows softly to float towards the clouds, then deepening her voice to sound like Harry's. She was no fool, though, she had made Dad swear up and down, promise you won't tell the boys about this, promise you won't tease me, promise you'll ask Harry Potter to marry me when we meet, promise me you will wear a rose in your buttonhole on my wedding day. Dad had promised then, had complied with all her wishes in a heartbeat, like always.

As she sat there, reclining against her headboard, Hermione removed the white skin from around her nails; and as pieces of her fell away, dead skin and dead cells, Ginny willed her tears from brimming over, lest she mess her makeup.

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On the wedding day, Harry paced his flat nervously, as Ron and the other boys dressed. He was already dressed in his robes, a lily pinned to the left of his chest. He recalled dark days locked behind a cupboard, days when kids called him 'freak' during lunch breaks. He remembered fighting off evil, first the Dursleys, then Tom Riddle. But most vividly he remembered his own amazement at finding a place among the Weasleys, his brotherhood with Ron, the affection he felt for Hermione, the love he had for Ginny.

He remembered finding strands of Ginny's hair on his pillow after the night when she first slept over. He remembered feeling incredibly grateful that she was his, that nobody else would find parts of her without meaning to, that she had agreed to marry him.

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving S/O (SFW)

I accidentally deleted the ask, but here's what was requested: @hey-its-spades : Hello! For Levi, Lucifer, and Satan if you dont mind uwu . Mc has a knack for plants and has taken it upon themselves to put plants everywhere. ( hanging from ceilings,crawling ivy on outside walls,in the kitchen, library, even luci's study.) All the rooms look a liytle greener and None of them say anything but the student body is saying that it makes the old place look alive and home-y. It makes mc really happy.

Oh I adore this ask! SFW, with a GN! reader. I'm assuming by student body you mean the HoL residents? Since almost nobody outside the household residents visit there. I got really carried away with Levi and the Lucifer angst as well-

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Lucifer, Leviathan, and Satan with a Plant-Loving Reader (SFW)

Prologue/basics for all of them:

Ever since you came to the HoL, you decided that it was too....lifeless.

Sure, there were bright candles lighting the halls, but the house was devoid of any life, besides the brothers and Henry.

So you took it upon yourself to decorate, of course!

While many human world plants didn't fare well in the Devildom due to the poor soil quality, Lord Diavolo had agreed to bring you enchanted soil, guaranteed to grow any plant.

Regardless of temperature or sunlight needs, whatever plant grew in that soil would flourish to its upmost potential.

Asmo had a great deal of amusement with you decorating, advising you on what colors would fit specific areas of the household, and what species of flowers would bring beautiful symbolism as well.

In the house's entryway, you left a pair of Strelitzia nicolai (giant bird of paradise) plants, as they added a subtle flair.

With long, stemmed leaves, it contributed a touch of elegance and flair.

On the a few windowsills, you had placed Begonia rex-coltorum (Rex begonias), their dark, vivid, colors standing out.

You had planted crawling ivy on the outside walls, making the house seem more inviting.

Lucifer:

Lucifer hadn't minded your redecoration, as it had matched well with the house's aesthetic, adding to the beauty.

In fact, he had quite enjoyed seeing you pore over catalogues and books, deciding which one would fit the space best.

Over the next few weeks, he watched as the House of Lamentation became brighter, more colorful.

It was a nice change, he thought.

However, he was surprised when he had woken up in his study, rose bushes in the corners of his study.

Deep, red roses greeted him as he surveyed his study with a pleased smile.

It was no secret Lucifer adored roses, and he was appalled when he had first arrived in the Devildom, as the soil quality was so poor, it could hardly grow anything.

Which meant he couldn't grow roses, one of his favorite flowers.

The fact that you had thought about him, and wanted to gift him such a beautiful display, greatly moved the stoic demon.

Making his way to one of the bushes, he took off his gloves and knelt down on one knee.

The soft, sweet fragrance immersed his senses, filling him with memories of laughter, smiles, serenity, and Lilith.

Roses were her favorite flower.

As the memories flooded his mind, Lucifer suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of longing, and his vision became blurred.

He remembered the way Lilith used to brighten up when helping him with his garden, an eager grin ever-present on her face.

The way she would make him a colorful bouquet of roses whenever Michael had given him more stressful tasks than usual.

He quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen from one of his eyes, and calmed himself.

Taking one of the velvety flowers in his hand, Lucifer gently brought his lips to the flower head, leaving a soft kiss, almost as if it was Lilith's forehead.

The next time you went over to his study for some tea, he brought you into his arms, bringing you close to him.

Kissing your cheek, he lets a small smile break through his usually-serious facade.

"Thank you for the roses, my love. They compliment my study's aesthetic nicely."

Placing a small kiss on your neck, he smirked.

"Perhaps I can thank you with a date tonight?"

Leviathan:

Levi actively enjoyed watching you redecorate the HoL.

It was like one of his favorite games, The Grims! (Yes that was a terrible pun for The Sims.)

He had listened with interest as you went off on the best plants that would fit his aesthetic, and would match well with water.

What caught his attention, was when you brought up the topic of bio luminescent plants.

Of course, they weren't naturally grown in the human world, but scientists had recently found a way to genetically modify tobacco plants.

In doing so, they had spliced the genes with four fungus genes related to bio luminescence, then carefully cultivated them.

From a seedling to maturity, the plants presented a small glow, visible to the naked eye.

The gene modification had no harmful effects on the plants, and the only difference between the lab-modified plants and wild plants, were height.

The entire time you had explained the plant's origins passionately, Levi sat in awe, watching as you had gestured your hands in an excited fashion.

So this is what you meant when you had said you enjoyed him being so passionate about an anime or game.

At first, Levi had thought you were merely exaggerating to cheer him up, but as he looks at you now, eyes shining with delight, he understood.

You decided that since you were decorating the HoL, you would decorate Levi's room as well.

You didn't have access to the bio-luminescent plants, but you decorated his rooms to the nines nonetheless.

So, you had pooled together your money and resources, to create a mini lily pond for him!

You had miraculously gotten him out of the house, for a cosplay con, in which you had 'accidentally' forgotten to buy yourself a ticket.

Which we all know is a lie, you had just not bought one for yourself in order to stay at home, assembling the pond with Solomon's help.

It was small, enough to fit around 6-7 lily pads/lotuses.

You had carefully grown the lily pads in your room, watching as they eventually bloomed into light, almost ethereal flowers.

By the time Levi came home, you had just finished cleaning up, getting the mud washed from your hands and arms.

Upon seeing the lily pond, Levi's eyes were wide with amazement and shock.

You created and did this, for him?

Absolutely sets down his handfuls of merch, (gently, mind you) and silently steps over to you.

He does his best to hug you like in anime, wanting you to know how much he appreciates this.

Yes, it may be awkward, but it warms your heart knowing that he stepped out of his comfort zone, just to thank you.

He's too embarrassed to say it while looking at you, but you can hear his voice as he rests his head against yours.

As he pulls away, a blush is evident on his face, his head turned to the side as he awkwardly places his hand against the back of his neck.

"T-thank you, Y/n. It's a b-beautiful lily pond."

Satan:

He fully supported your botanical excursion

After all, he's always had an affinity for plants.

Whether it be for potions, poisons, or mere decor, Satan had a green thumb, through and through.

If his room weren't full of books, scriptures, and all sorts of literature, he'd fill it with various plants.

So when you had announced that you were going to re-decorate the HoL with various flora, he was buzzing with excitement.

He gathered every human botanical book he knew of, and started leaving them for you on your desk.

Within a week, you had stacks upon stacks of books, knowledge ready at your disposal.

And so you began to research.

Satan was considerate to leave footnotes in a few of them, like what type would pair well with what color schemes, etc.

You smiled while reading through them, seeing Satan's elegant handwritten flow across the pages.

Within a few weeks, you had skimmed through the books, thoroughly reading a handful of them.

After ordering the plants you wanted on Azukon, (courtesy of Lord Diavolo's credit card-) you were eagerly anticipating their arrival.

Especially because a few 'special items' were in the package.

After all, you wanted to thank Satan properly for his help.

When the various flora arrived, you had carefully cultivated each of them, encouraging their growth.

Satan had assisted you, monitoring their progress, and making sure none of his brothers ruined them.

The following weekend, Satan had a student council meeting planned, as did the rest of the brothers.

Which left you with the perfect opportunity to set up Satan's gifts.

In his room, you had placed Senecio rowleyanus (string of pearls) plants, their bright green globes spilling over the bookshelves.

Along with that, were lavender candles, with dried lavender crushed inside.

After all, Satan had always (usually) been the most level-headed out of his brothers, despite his title.

He's much more than the avatar of wrath, and has gone through painstaking time and trials to overcome that.

That's why you had picked lavender, which without a doubt, would be noticed by Satan.

When he had come back from the meeting, he was already in a pissy mood, as things didn't go as planned, ending in an argument between the brothers.

However, when he stepped into his room, seeing lavender candles lit, and garlands of plants over the bookshelves, he immediately broke out in a smile.

A real, genuine smile.

Seeing you sitting on his bed, lavender candles lit, plant garlands stringing down from the bookshelves, it was almost like one of the romance novels he had read...

Quickly, he scooped you up in his arms, spinning you until you were laughing for him to stop.

Finally setting you down to gently kabeddon you, he playfully kisses the corner of your lips.

"Thank you my love, these are absolutely beautiful. I shall preserve these for all eternity."

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meadow | l.h.

The only things stopping Luke from running away with the princess are the armor on his back and the vow he made to the kingdom.

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Luke was mesmerized. Sunlight glistened against silk. The rose pink dress the princess wore shimmered with her every movement. He saw her everyday, under sunlight and moonbeams, in the grandest rooms of the castle and engulfed by the perfectly tended flowers in the royal garden. But the sight of her trailing aimlessly through their secret meadow never failed to instill awe in him. She was one with the world when they made their getaway. Lost to the wildflowers and overgrowth of grass. Ease always captured her in the meadow; fully able to let worries of kingdoms and wars slip away. She felt safe there. She felt protected by Luke's presence.

His cape flew in the wind as he followed her, the sign of his knighthood a sharp reminder against his skin. He was sworn to protect the crown. Vowed to his sword and the castle and nothing more. But secrets lived on his lips and in his heart. They were born of tilted crowns and shy smiles, flowers in hair and running through shadows and from responsibilities.

"We could keep going," she said as she spun to face Luke. Her eyes sparkled under the light, were relentless as they peered at him and waited for his response. Perfectly stained lips pursed as Luke sighed. "We don't have to go back."

He reached for her hand, her skin was soft under his gentle touch.

"Where would we go?" Luke asked, only to amuse her and her wanderlust.

"Anywhere," she answered softly and swept her gaze around their meadow. "Or we could stay here. Make a cabin in the woods."

"Princess," Luke whispered, words that ached sitting heavily on his heart in the momentary silence they lapsed into. Her eyes were filled with hope. "You know we can't. We have to go back."

The reasons for their return danced in the air between them, swayed with the wild lilies in the breeze and wilted their dreams. The reasons were sharp, broken vows meeting blades. A life of sworn commitment coming to an end. The princess nodded but turned away from Luke, hands gently gliding over petals as she kept walking.

"Then I will run away. As my sworn sword you will have to follow, to protect me," she said as she looked back, lip quivering at the thought. Lies sounded sweet from her sugary lips. "You'll follow me. Won't you?"

Luke nodded, knowing there was no other way he could answer. He would follow her to the ends of the earth. Until death.

She sighed once more. This time the sound was resigned. Defeat captured her, slumped her shoulders and slowed her walk. Luke yearned to reach out for her again but the contact was forbidden. He knew he could. The meadow was theirs and no watching eyes would see. He could take her in his arms and whisper sweet nothings like many times before. Instead, he merely followed as his fingers curled into his palm. He was adamant to keep his promise to the princess his sword and heart were sworn to.

"Your father will be waiting," Luke reminded. He hated the words, regret filling him as soon as they rolled off his tongue. Any mention of the king brought her down from the clouds, away from the privacy of the meadow and into a shadowed world of hallowed halls and sharp orders.

"Let him wait," she insisted as she turned back to him and came to a full stop. "His throne is comfortable enough. The arrangement will be made whether I'm present or not."

Luke swallowed down a lump in his throat. Once stained glass worries became transparent. He could see the refusal in her eyes. The indignant set of her jaw. She would not be swayed to leave. Luke worried, she would also not be swayed to stop. Even more so he worried that she would. That all of her talk and her late night dreams would be all for naught. So many nights they snuck out to the gardens, the meadow out of reach but the privacy of the night and the familiarity of flowers offering them comfort. She'd whisper words of longing to Luke, make plans he had to convince himself not to act on in those very moments. Each night it got harder and harder to resist.

"I don't want you to go," Luke finally said, the words scorching him from the inside out as the sun began to dip below the tree line. Too much time had been spent hidden away from the rest of the world. "But you must."

The princess faltered, her knight in dented armor doing little to save her from her fate. She frowned and shook her head, perfectly done hair falling in her face with the motion. Luke kept his hands to himself though he wished to push soft tendrils behind her ear, maybe even let his fingertips linger on her jaw for a just a moment longer than necessary.

"They're going to send me away," she responded and furrowed her eyebrows. Suddenly, glimmering eyes turned dark, shimmers turned to tears and palid expressions became her. "They're arranging a marriage to some lord of a holdfast. I might never see my home again. I might never see you again."

Luke lost his breath at her admission. The details of royal arrangements always kept from him until the moment they were signed and sealed. He went where he was told. He protected when danger arose. He knew little of what the world was outside of the castle and the commands of a king. Outside of the forbidden love he bore for a princess he was not ready to lose.

"I'm your sworn sword. Where you go, I follow," Luke reminded but the princess solemnly shook her head and Luke faltered.

"Not this time," she answered and turned sharply, heading back to the entrance of the clearing and to a fate she did not want to be destined for.

Luke hurried after her, met her at the treeline where their lone horse waited. His hands found hers again and the realization it may be the last time he could feel the softness of her skin, smell the sweetness that lingered around her, he shattered. Pieces of himself falling to the dirt; ragged and sharp enough to sever ties and vows.

"It's five miles back to the castle," Luke said flippiantly, eyes searching anywhere but the trail they must take to bring her home. He helped her into the saddle and joined, her arms wound around him in a way that promised she did not want to let go. He let out a breath, ran his thumb over the back of her hand and took a chance. "It's ten to the docks. Fifty leagues to the next kingdom."

A demure smile curved her lips as she took in Luke's words. She peered out to the other side of the meadow, tilted her head to the side and gazed up at Luke.

"Wherever I go…" she said and trailed off.

"I'll follow," Luke promised.

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Meet the Bachelorettes of Coral Island!

Check out the Bachelors! Check out the Townies!

Yuri

When she is not busy keeping the islanders healthy, she can be spotted hanging out or playing chess at the beach shack; She also likes tattoos, pastel hair, and playing pool. Yuri is not your usual MD— she spent her 20s as a doctor who crossed many borders, frequently dispatched to remote areas to practice for little to no pay. Presumably why she has no decent savings and decided to settle in Starlet Town, a boat ride away from her hometown, Tosaka. She is close with her roommate Millie and fellow MD, Charles.

Loves: Fish sandwich, green curry, lobster Hates: Flowers

Lily

Despite having a well-paid remote job, Lily still lives at home with her dad and brother, Theo (a bachelor). Usually, she spends her days working at home and would visit the lake or library on the weekend. Once a week, usually on a Monday, Lily would stay at the Abandoned Villa, as a favor to her good friend, Nina. She watches the Villa while Nina's away and uses that time to recuperate. Lily loves miniature bonsais.

Loves: Kimchi, onigiri, omurice, bonsais Hates: Diamond

Eva

She is a bachelorette. She is a happy-go-lucky baker who works at the general store. She enjoys talking to the islanders, be it local, new, visitors, everybody! And is good friends with a lot of them. Currently, Eva doesn't have a lot of savings but when she does, has dreams to visit more exotic places. According to the islanders, Eva is always a delight to talk to— a positive ray of sunshine. A fan of red velvet cakes and cookies. Sews most of her clothes herself!

Loves: Cookies, Orchids Hates: Garlic

Leah

She lives her bachelorette life with her father and stepmom in an old massive house that the locals call "The Mansion." She is a self-hired, yoga instructor at the community center and takes her online presence seriously. She spends her day wandering around the island with a camera on hand. Leah's mother is an art dealer who travels the world constantly. So when her parents divorced, after long deliberation between the lawyers and what seems like a lifetime worth of legal fees, they decided that it would be best for Leah to stay with her dad. This was to retain some sort of stability in her life. She loves to be surrounded by nature, fine arts and a closet full of designer collections. Dislikes mushrooms and eggs.

Loves: Pearl Hates: All fish

Macy

She grew up on a neighboring island and now lives full time at the Inn. She makes a living by selling images to a visual media company, Pletty inc.  Before Coral Island, she went to university for finance in Plotera, tried her luck working a corporate job for 3 years while selling photography as a side gig. At one point, she decided to pursue photography professionally and left her corporate job. Before embarking on a life as an artist, she moved back home for a year, catching up with her family while preparing for her island-hopping career. Though she didn't say how long she would stay in Coral Island, she mentioned that she would eventually move on to another island, unless she has a good reason not to. An only child. She loves simple nights, taking pictures, playing video games and Stephen, her rescued lobster.

Loves: Pizza Hates: Pickles

Nina

This bachelorette technically doesn't live in Coral Island anymore, but still visits her vacation home at the beach, from time to time. Aside from wild rumors around town, she's never talked about her abrupt departure, so it remains a mystery until now.  Nina is well educated and enjoys lavish vacations. Close friends with Suki. Hates bananas but loves banana fritters.

Loves: Banana fritter, Flower bouquet Hates: Banana, Tomato soup

Zarah

An eligible bachelorette who is an adventurer at heart. Zarah lives on a boat. She enjoys going around the island and finding treasures, be it gems, old artifacts, or a buried history. Zarah was born and raised on the other side of Coral Island. When her boat is not docked at its usual place, she is presumed to visit her family. But what really is going on in her life, nobody really knows. She can be a bit mysterious at times. Allergic to cats.

Loves: Rambutan, Azurite Hates: Roasted Chesnuts

Alice

Alongside her twin sister Suki, they own, run, and live by the beach in Coral Inn. Running a business is hard, and running it with your sister is harder. Alice spends her days working at the inn and her free time hanging out with friends in town. She is a good friend with Noah, and they are often spotted together grabbing morning coffee—or in-depth discussion about unexplainable phenomenons. Thinks pizza is overrated. Loves minced jackfruit pies.

Loves: Green smoothies Hates: Pizza

Suki

She is recently divorced and, according to her nightstand, currently "finding love from within," and learning "how to expand love." Focusing on herself, she drowns herself in work, exercise, and building a healthy co-parenting relationship with her ex. Though she is no longer a Sanchez, she still keeps a close relationship with the whole family. Loves minced jackfruit pies.

Loves: Green smoothies Hates: Pizza, Pineapple upside down-cake

Millie

She owns the house in Garden Lane and rents one of the rooms out to Yuri. She works at the Library and likes to spend her free time bird watching. Not only does she take good care of the books at the Library, her responsibility includes helping the Mayor with arranging festivals, donations, etc. She loves old books restorations. Wears glasses.

Loves: Veggie ramen Hates: Fish

Taken from the Update Tabs on Coral Island's Kickstarter

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✨: "taste of heaven" pt.1

> collaboration with ma sweetheart @nateezfics 💕

> part 2 (here) on her blog!

kang yeosang (강여상)!

you were born in the wrong place in your opinion. you never chose to be a princess. you never chose to have a high statute. you never chose to have this much duties. but you had to go through this. you had to live with this. you have to deal with this everyday. and everyday seemed to be the same for you. waking up every day at the same exact time. having everyday the same breakfast. having the same toilette every morning. and working on tasks the parents gave you, thinking you were able to achieve them as a princess. you could get some tasks about a tiny area in the country with problems to solve, or you could get task about servants' and maids' timetable. your parents got you very ambivalent.

     but little did they know, you were tired about this. the only free time you could have were afternoons here and there. the rest of the time, your statute got you busy with different tasks.

you wanted a significant change. you wanted to be free. you wanted to escape in aim to live. you wanted and needed a whole another life.

     the garden aback the castle was your way out. a place a little bit wild, way less tidy. the greenery was free to crawl everywhere. around a pond, there were water lilies, and different type of flowers and plants. the pond seemed to be wild with all those plants. and around this pond, there were stone benchs and arches. creepers were crawling around the different items in the place: on the bench legs and all around the arches.

the thick foliage of the trees was reducing the sun light in the place. the whole atmosphere was softer, the dim light was creating an atmosphere o so relaxing and almost romantic. spending time there was your favourite activity. you could focus on yourself, things which were important to you, and you could dream and breath.

     today, you managed to have some time for yourself. you needed to be somewhere you felt secured in, and somewhere you could relax. somewhere you could take off your crown for hours.

today again, the sun was shining through the foliage, making the place look magic. few rays of sun were illuminating the pond and were reflected on the foliage above. the water, where the sun shone, looked like myriad of diamonds. the birds were chirping around you. the plants seemed to be a little bit greener with the few rays of sun.

     it was a perfect place, at a perfect moment.

     what you didn't know, a man was approaching.

he was your opposite : independant, even though he had duties, and free, even though he had a statute.

he was breathtaking: sharped jawline, plump lips, little nose, thin eyes with brilliant pupils, eyebrows decorating perfectly his forehead, and bangs falling gracefully on his forehead, giving him a slight of mystery.

his body was perfectly sculped: large shoulder, thin waist, developped chest, sharped collarbones, long legs. you could have said his body was sculped by Greek gods themselves.

     but he was the actual god.

herald of gods, he was also a protector: merchants, human heralds, orators, travellers, but also thieves.

pacing up and down the whole world to deliver message was his main activity. he was excelling at it.

     his footsteps got you out of your thoughts. you were fully aware of your surroundings to localise the person approaching as soon as possible.

from the corner of your eyes, you could distinguish his figure approaching yours. few rays of sun lit up his body. few of them also lit up his brilliant pupils on you.

     "it's the very first time i'm seeing such a beautiful person here."

his voice was soft. it was like a lullaby to your eyes.

     you turned your head over him. his brilliant pupils were looking deep inside yours. his gaze seemed to be more precious than anything else. and the thin smile on his lips was adding more preciousness to his face.

as soon as your brain totally assimilated his beauty, your heart almost immediately reacted: it was beating so fast. you never felt this way before. you never felt your heart react this much to someone unknown to you

     "really? aww, i'm sorry. but since this little place is behind the castle i live in and this place is owned by my parents.. i guess you can see me here pretty often."

you offered this man your prettiest smile.

     "oh, so i'm walking in a private area? oh, i'm sorry, i don't have any permission.."

you giggled, making you look even cuter in front of him.

     "i give you my permission."

your eyes were glued in his. you couldn't look somewhere else. something was pulling you closer to him. and without you could even take the control over your brain, you were in front of him.

"i hope you're gonna use this permission wisely.~"

     "may i offer you.. my company?"

you could blush at this precious look on your face. he was looking at you so tenderly. you could say he was as mesmerised by you as you were mesmerised by him.

     "this is a good answer."

     because of a breeze, your dress brushed his legs, and mixed up with his own clothes. few strands of your hair slowly flew, coming in front of your face. and the man in front of you didn't waist time to push them away your face, behind your ears.

     the man then put a hand on your waist, and invite you to sit back on the bench. he was so gentle with you, and led you to the bench like a real gentleman. his hand on your waist, his gaze on your face, a smile on his lips.

he sat besides you, yet was facing you. he was admiring you, like you admire a deity. his own heart was beating irregularly. and just as you, he never lived something like that before.

     "who might you be?"

your voice was a little bit shaking because of shyness. you were looking down to the pond. yet this time, you were really blushing since you were feeling his sparkling gaze on you.

     "i'm Yeosang. Kang Yeosang. i was supposed to pass by quickly for a mission but.. i don't wanna live now i know someone as stunning as you is here."

     "a-a mission?"

his compliment got you stuttering, and going redder — he was indeed succumbing to you. you were even playing with your fingers. your heart was still beating fast.

     "yes. i am gods' herald. but this message can wait, and will wait."

Yeosang slightly tilted his head to the side. gently, he grabbed your chin and made you look straight into his eyes.

"and you? who are you?"

his pupils never left yours. the tenderness in his eyes was warming you up, and he soon felt like home to you: you didn't have to be shy anymore around him — plus, he was in the same estate, right?

     "princess y/n. Lee y/n."

     "does the princess believe in gods?"

Yeosang looked next to you, where you put down your crown. he took it, and gently put it back on the top of your head.

     "now, she does. she has a god in front of her, how could she not believe in gods now?"

you were first looking at his eyes after he put the crown on your head, but your gaze eventually wandered over his face: his forehead, his nose, his cheekbones, his cheeks, and his plump lips. your gaze stayed there for a moment. and Yeosang noticed it.

     "and does she want to kiss this god?"

     "she's craving for it. but is this sensible?"

your eyes quickly went back to his pupils. the sun was shining over his face. his skin seemed to be smoother with the rays of sun.

     "i've fallen for you, even though we just met. is this sensible?"

Yeosang softly grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. he kept your face up, looking in your eyes. the birds weren't chirping anymore, and the whole place was quiet. it was as if the whole world stopped to look at you both.

"it's not. but i'm not trying to hold myself back. if my whole soul suddenly started to scream out your name, then i'm happy to say i'm not wise anymore. nothing is sensible now i've met you."

     "shut up and kiss me. it's a royal order."

     "what my princess wants, my princess gets."

     Yeosang softly leaned over your face. his lips gently touched yours. his lips moved against yours perfectly, as if both of your lips were meant to be against each other.

you slowly came closer to him, as if he was a magnet you were attracted to. your hand wandered over his thigh, and upper to his chest. your whole body was screaming his name out: the heart beating fastly, your skin getting hotter, the palms of your hands getting clammy.

     but the kiss had to end. you — sadly — couldn't stay suspended to his lips for ever.

     "if nothing of this is sensible, let's be unreasonable."

your eyes were showing off distress, pleasure and love.

     Yeosang was everything you wanted, needed, and had everything you were craving for — freedom. you wanted and needed to have him by your side. him, for what he was, and what he had, was what you had to have by your side.

     "is this.. an another royal order, princess?"

his warm hands wrapped up your shoulders. but slowly, they were wandering down your arms to your hands.

     "it is. do it."

     slowly, Yeosang started to kiss your forehead. his kisses went down, again and again — your temple, your cheek, your jawline, your neck, and your collarbone.

     the next moments would be animated.

# ateez# atiny# hongjoong# kim hongjoong# seonghwa# park seonghwa# yunho# jeong yunho# yeosang# kang yeosang# yeosang au# yeosang imagines# yeosang smut# yeosang x reader# san# choi san# mingi# song mingi# wooyoung# jeong wooyoung# jongho# choi jongho# ateez imagines# ateez fanfic# ateez smut# ateez fantasy au# ateez x reader# ateez royalty au# ateee greek mythology au# ateez au

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Welcome To The Garden

Welcome to my Garden of Words ~!

Please call me Fern🌿 and let me formally welcome you to my x reader blog.

Like most blogs. Allow me to lay some ground rules so my dear seedlings and sprouts don't get trampled upon. I love each little seedlings you trust upon me but one bad apple ruins the bunch as they say.

1. Please don't rush me. I tend to write requests based on inspiration. Though I will try my best to get to each and every request. Each seedling deserves to bloom after all.

2. I'm sorry but I don't write smut. Mun is over 18 but can't write it to save her life. Smut is fun but have you ever felt so comfortable around someone you can just trust your heart with them?

3. Yandere themes are welcome here! They will be tagged accordingly. They're also quite rare but remember every rose has its thorns.

4. Have fun! I don't have a limit on requests because I love seeing all your ideas! It helps inspire me and reminds me that you're there.

What I'll write

Short fics Headcanons Drabbles Scenarios Love Letters/Poems

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Yandere Fics (All Fandoms)

Headcanons/Scenarios (All Fandoms)

Hanahaki Fics (All Fandoms)

General Halloween Works (All Fandoms)

Original Work/Other Fandoms

Twisted Wonderland

Child From the Future! Twst Boys as Husbands (Aged up!!!)

Obey Me

Bouquet of Roses (All Brothers [WIP])

Fate Grand Order

Caged Birds Don't Sing [Angra Mainyu] (Part 1/3) (Part 2/3) (Part 3/3)

Writing Prompts

 Manga Quotes Yandere Inspired

Legend

Fandom Name Lily of the Valley = Yandere x Reader

Lily of the Valley Meaning: The promise of happiness (not guaranteed)

Fandom Name Dandelion = Fluffy x Reader

Dandelion Meaning: Happiness, Simple joys

Fandom Name Anemone = Angst

Anemone Meaning: Death or forsaken love

Wild Flower Writing = Writer's rambles and Fern Thoughts

Fandom Name Blue Rose = Letter/Voice messages!

Blue Rose Meaning: Obtaining the impossible

Replanted Works = A Repost of old works because Tumblr Trampled them

More will be added as the Garden grows!

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The huntsman and the girl in the woods (Midnight Poppy Land) Tora x Poppy

@redheadkittys here's the first chapter!

So this is a pseudo-historical AU based on Europe in the Middle ages. It's not historically correct in all details (but with a PhD in history, I at least pay attention to the basics, so no potatoes!). Anyway, it's for my own entertainment and I simply decide to share it with you :)

Warnings: none besides creative cursing.

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The wild garlic filled the basket but Poppy kept picking its leaves, an opportunity like this too rare to miss. She held every single leaf up to sniff at it, careful not to accidentally pick the similar looking lily of the valley. Those leaves would be deadly if mixed into a potion, as every other part of that plant. It was easy to tell both plants apart, though, for the strong scent of the garlic was permeating the air in the small clearing. She would have to remember this place, although she had only wandered this way mindlessly, her head occupied with the discovery of Julri's betrayal. And to think that Mimi had come to Poppy for help only a couple of days ago!

Poppy yanked out some garlic, leaves and roots with crumbs of dirt clinging to them.

"Sorry," she softly apologised to the plant. It hadn't done anything to deserve this treatment after all. She would replant it later, in her garden. Garlic with its blood cleansing properties was good to have around. And it tasted delicious with butter on bread.

When her basket couldn't hold any more wild garlic leaves she sighed and got up from the ground, dusted off her knees and untucked her skirts from where she had gathered it around her hips. No need to soil the one decent garment she owned.

The sun was already sinking and evening birds chirped all around her. It had been a long day, in more than one sense. At least she now knew the truth about the whispered gossip that always stopped when Poppy came closer. And she had found some herbs on her way home.

Something rustled in the bushes and Poppy froze. It was something big, not the occasional fox or badger. She had heard of wolves and even a rumored bear, but never encountered anything more dangerous than a wild boar, which already was quite dangerous to be honest. She grabbed the handle of her basket tightly, ready to lift her skirts and run if necessary. A grunt, some branches snapping. Poppy's body was taunt, caught between fight or flight.

"Saint's spit and Devil's piss!" someone cursed loudly.

Definitely not an animal, Poppy concluded when a huge man broke through the shrubbery.

She stared at him while he stared at her, leaves and twigs sticking in his wild mane of black hair. His leather doublet had protected his torso, but red seeped through the fabric of his linen shirt.

"Do you - you need help?" she asked, still ready to run off in case he didn't lower his sword.

"What are ya doin' here?"

His way of speaking sounded foreign, he probably wasn't from around the village, she assumed.

"I live around here." She kept it vague, not everyone was happy about her occupation after all.

"Did ya see anythin' strange lately?"

Stranger than a bleeding wild man hacking his way through the woods? She raised her basket just enough to cover her hand as she reached for her dagger.

"No, sir. Nothing unusual here. But if you need someone to dress your wounds, I have some experience with that." She rather healed than hurt people, but if push came to shove she wouldn't hesitate to defend herself. Her father had taught her how and despite her lack of practise she was confident she could at least get a good hit if she caught him off guard.

"'m fine," he insisted and stepped closer, out of the shadows into the warm light of the sunset. "Ya shouldn't be out after dark, though."

"I was just on my way home." Poppy squared her shoulders and raised her chin.

"Ya know yer way around here?"

She nodded. "Like the back of my hand."

"Good. Can ya show me the way to the village?" He wiped his blade clean with a rag and put it into the sheath at his hip. Poppy relaxed, but stayed vigilant.

"Of course I can. You just go into that direction until you reach the river. Follow it downstream and you will reach the village before the sun sets."

He nodded, taking a step into the direction she had shown him but hissed. Now that he was closer she could see the cut on his thigh, longer than her hand and the blood still fresh. She had to make a decision.

"My house is just a bit into this direction, though," she explained. "I have bandages and something to prevent your wound from festering. I'm not sure if you can make it to the village in that condition."

"I said I'm fine," he grunted, but the next step made him curse again.

"As I can see." She rolled her eyes and pulled some cloth from her basket. "Let me at least bind your wound."

Specks of light danced over his face until he sighed and nodded. Poppy motioned towards a fallen tree and he hobbled over there to take a seat.

She kept her basket within reach as she sank down in front of him.

"Can you stretch out your leg?"

He did as she asked, his eyes following her every move. In this light his eyes looked like molten gold, and she noticed another cut on his left temple.

For now she grabbed her waterskin and poured some water over the wound on his leg. He didn't even flinch.

"This looks deep. You better go and see a barber surgeon about this." Wrapping the cloth around his leg tightly she pressed her lips together; the less she said the better for her.

He scoffed. "Lived through worse."

Poppy tied a knot and got back on her feet. "You might not make it before sunset, I'm afraid. And you might want to get a stick to lean on while walking."

She wouldn't move until he did. He was pale, covered in sweat. Poppy furrowed a brow and reached out to brush some hair from his forehead.

"You are burning up. A fever isn't a laughing matter." She gnawed on her bottom lip, the sun was setting mercilessly and she had to make a decision. Besides, he had stopped talking back which usually wasn't a good sign with men like him.

"Hey, look at me." His gaze was unfocused, his expression blank.

"Oh saints, this is bad. Come on, big guy, it's not that far to my house. You need rest and some thyme." She pulled him up at his arm, not without struggling. At least he managed to get back on his feet and he let her lead him without raising a fuss. Still, she needed a lot more time than she usually would for the short walk and once she arrived, she was also sweating under his weight. At some point taking his arm had turned into almost dragging him.

Once she had him on her bed she exhaled deeply.

The fire was already dying so she added some wood and grabbed a jar from a shelf.

"Thyme and willowbark, good against fever." He was tall so she made him swallow three spoons full before she went outside to fetch some water. When she came back inside he was asleep, his breathing even but shallow. She soaked some rag in the cool water, squeezed it dry and placed it on his forehead. The cut on his temple had dried, the blood glueing some hair to his skin. She cleaned the wound and dabbed some ointment on it before she opened the fastening of his doublet. Since his leg and his face were injured, she wanted to make sure not to miss any other wound.

Opening the lacing of his shirt she hesitated at the sight of his skin. It was covered in paintings of a sort she had never seen before. Heard of, yes, but never actually laid her eyes on. Black lines formed the images of flowers and fish all over his shoulders and down his arms. Dyer's woad and soot, she assumed as she carefully rubbed a finger over the lines. He didn't react so she felt safe inspecting him further, under the guise of wiping down his chest and arms. She found bruises but no open wounds, nothing a cold poultice and wolf's bane couldn't soothe.

The moon was high when she was done treating him. She covered him with a blanket, replaced the cloth on his forehead with a fresh one and went outside to wash her hands and face. After feeding and milking the goat she sat at her table close to the fireplace and prepared the wild garlic. Some of the leaves would dry in bundles under her ceiling, some she would grind into a paste and mix it with strong liquor she kept for exactly that purpose. Every now and then she checked on the nameless man in her bed, but his condition seemed stable so she finished her work in silence, only the crackling of the fire and the soft breathing from her bed filled the hut. After a last careful glance towards her patient she reached into her basket one last time.

The vellum was soft, almost like a piece of linen. The crude lines formed a map; she recognized it since she had seen a map of the area before. Symbols were scribbled at the edges and bloody fingerprints smeared over the right side. She had stumbled across it earlier in the woods and as someone who lived from gathering things she had picked it up. Only it didn't make any sense to her. Vellum was rare enough, though, and she would surely find a use for it. For now she tucked it away behind some of her supplies before she stoked the fire once more, grabbed a blanket and settled on a rug in front of the fireplace.

Tora's body felt heavy. He couldn't lift his head, couldn't move his arms. And he was warm. One moment he followed his prey and the next - nothing. He couldn't remember. With effort he opened his eyes just enough to survey his surroundings. Shadows crept over whitewashed walls, in the glow of embers he could make out a table, some chairs, some shelves at the wall. A home, apparently. Despite his struggles he couldn't stay conscious much longer, he fell back into a fitful slumber, the scent of dried herbs in his nose.

With the first morning light Poppy sneaked out, collected some eggs from her chickens and milked the goat again. Once he woke up, her guest would probably be hungry. Considering his build she was grateful for her food supplies. Some dried mushrooms and an onion would make a nice addition for their breakfast, she decided and grabbed those from her shed. She could season it with some of the wild garlic, it would also help with his fever. She slipped back inside the hut and set her basket down on the table, but when she turned she found herself looking down the blade of a sword pointed at her. Her guest glared at her, his chest still bare but his hand steady.

"Who are ya and where am I?"

# the huntsman and the girl in the woods# mpl# midnight poppy land# poppy wilkes# Tora

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Sweet Creature-Harry Styles x fem!reader

Okay, here's more of me projecting my fantasies onto Harry lmao. This is cottagecore husband!Harry and its literally just fluff, so enjoy it. This one is kind of edited but if there's mistakes it's totally my fault, I tend to skip over a lot of things because I have no one to read it over for me.

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Word Count: 3.1k

Description: Harry takes a break from music, y/n is very grateful, and Finnegan just wants to swim.

After Harry and y/n's wedding, Harry wanted to spend as much time with his new wife as possible. y/n wanted that too, but she never expected him to go on hiatus as he did; he posted a short message on his social media stating that he was taking at least two years away from the public eye to spend time with his life partner and his family. He surprised y/n with a house in the French countryside soon after their honeymoon in Italy. Harry remembered that y/n had always wanted to live in a cottage, never liking the modernity of any of his mansions or other properties.

 This new house was small, just two bedrooms, the extra for when a friend or family member wanted to visit. Their little cottage was placed on acres of land, their nearest neighbours being a few miles away. Harry wanted to make y/n feel like she was living in a fairy tale, so he kept a lot of the land in its natural form, filled with wildflowers, trees and tall grass. Some areas were prepared to grow food; the couple grew many different fruits and vegetables. They even got some animals, including an orange cat named Cinnamon, a sheepdog named Finnegan (they called him Finn for short), a few cows, pigs and sheep. They enjoyed the work the land brought them and even added more things to their land as time went on. A pond filled with lily pads, that y/n asked Harry to have installed when she noticed some frogs in the trees, and a stone pathway that led through their property and into the woods; at the end of the path, in the woods was a circle of stone, that had a bench that the couple liked to relax on in their free time. They fell into a routine that to many people would be boring, but to them it was their lives, that they wouldn't trade for anything.

It was around ten in the morning when Harry woke up. He looked over at his love, asleep under the white comforter. Her hair was a mess over her face and the strap of her silk nightgown fell down her shoulder. He thought y/n looked so beautiful with the morning light hitting her face, Harry actually thought she looked beautiful all the time but especially when her face was relaxed like this, which happened a lot recently. He was so happy that he could make her dream come true like this, no matter how much she told him he didn't need to. He ran the back of his hand over her cheekbone, admiring her soft skin. Suddenly Cinnamon jumped up on the bed, his tail high in the air as he moved towards Harry, when the small cat got close to Harry he let out a soft meow. This let Harry know it was time to get up and feed his family.

"Wake up dove," he murmured, tucking his face into her neck. He knew the hair on his face would wake her up. y/n loved his new moustache, and she loved the way it felt on her skin. y/n shifted and he tried again, rubbing his face on her again.

"C'mon angel, we've got to feed the animals," he spoke softly. Her eyes blinked open, squinting at the light. When y/n took in her surroundings a smile appeared on her face, she looked up at Harry before croaking out in her morning voice,

"Thought this was a dream," y/n can't believe she gets to be woken up by the love of her life in her dream home, it was like she lived in a fantasy. Harry chuckled before throwing the covers off them both and getting up. Goosebumps erupted on her skin, and she let out a small whine, at the chill of their home.

"Let's go Cinnamon! You too Finn, it's breakfast time!" He cheered at the small orange cat and the dog sitting on the floor beside their bed. As Harry left the room y/n sat up and looked around, she pulled on the blue knit cardigan that was sitting on a chair in their room and padded into the kitchen. She cringed at the cold tiles, turning back into their bedroom to put on a pair of fuzzy socks. When she came back Harry was cutting fruit for their breakfast.

"Nectarine?" he asked. y/n nodded softly before going to start the coffee. She pulled down a mug for Harry and a mason jar for herself. She grabbed the oat-milk from the fridge and began to make herself an iced coffee. She made Harry's after as it was just black coffee. She loved her husband, but he had horrible taste in drinks, taking his coffee without any milk or sugar. y/n placed the drinks at their small kitchen table before ambling her way back over to Harry sleepily and wrapping her arms around his bare waist from behind. She pressed soft kisses to his spine causing him to shiver. Her hands smoothed over the soft skin of his back, curling around his shoulders to massage him gently. Harry let out a satisfied groan. He finished cutting up the fruit for their breakfast and placing it into two bowls. Harry walked towards the table with y/n still attached to him. He sat down pulling her into his lap. They ate quietly, the pair never felt like they needed to fill the silence, completely content listening to the birds chirp, and Cinnamon and Finn eating their breakfast as well. y/n had a fruit salad with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, half an apple and a nectarine from their garden. Harry had the same thing, taking the other half of the apple, but he also included Greek yogurt and granola in his. She sipped her drink, looking at her husband, admiring his tattooed chest and arms, he didn't notice, too busy eating his breakfast.

y/n stood up when she finished eating and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks for breakfast, Goose," y/n praised before heading back into their bedroom to get ready for the day. She picked out a burnt orange dress that buttoned up at the center. y/n quickly brushed her hair and clipped back pieces she didn't want in her face, she then made her way to the bathroom. She didn't put on any makeup, but began her elaborate skincare routine. Harry made his way into the bathroom as well, now dressed in a brown striped sweater and a pair of corduroy pants. They brushed their teeth side by side while Harry made faces at her in the mirror to make y/n giggle. They went to the front door and slid on their shoes, ready to tend to the land.

"I'll do the pigs," Harry said before sliding out of the house. She watched him make his way to the barn, then she too began her day. y/n was tasked with letting out the cows and sheep, with the help of Finnegan, of course. She followed the hairy dog to the barn they kept the cows and sheep in at night to keep them warm. y/n opened the door before smiling.

"Hi ladies!" she spoke to the cows, "ready for the day?" She asked, and although she didn't receive an answer that didn't bother her. The fluffy cows ignored the overly cheery girl and made their way outside. They filed out to the pasture where they began to graze on grass. She then moved onto the sheep, letting them out as well. She checked on all the animals and made sure they were content before walking the stone path back to the house where Harry was waiting for her. He had a bit of mud on his face that she giggled at as she drew near. y/n took her thumb and wiped at his cheek.

"Can never keep the mess in the pig pen, huh?" she teased. Harry flushed and smiled cheekily.

"Can't blame me pet, they're practically begging me to get in with them," he mocked moving in to press a kiss to her lips. "What 'ave we to do today?" he asked. y/n hummed looking around. She took a notebook out of the pocket of her dress, opening it and letting her eyes scan the list.

"We have to pick all the fallen apples, wanna to make an apple pie before your mum comes to visit." She continued to prattle off things that need to be done around their home. They both agreed to do a few different things before going their separate ways.

They reconvened at two in the afternoon to have a lunch of croissants, raspberry jam and blueberry lemonade on the deck. They threw treats in the air and laughed as Finnegan caught them in his mouth. Cinnamon curled up on Harry's lap and purred loudly. Afterwards y/n got up to hang their laundry on the clothesline outside. Harry continued to lounge about causing y/n to roll her eyes, she picked up a white dress and began to clip it.

"Hey rockstar, you could help me out y'know," she suggested. Harry chuckled lowly, looking her up and down. He took in the way she looked, he loved watching her hips and the way she moved.

"I could, but m'really enjoying the view from here," he replied, "v'got a really beautiful wife." she giggled at his flirting before bending down to pick up a clothing pin, strategically facing her backside towards him.

"Don't tease bunny, you'll drive me wild," he spoke again.

"Too bad we don't have time for that, we have to start dinner soon." she sighed. y/n brought the laundry basket back inside with Harry following close behind. She nearly tripped stepping into their home but Harry quickly grabbed her hips to steady her, he looked down at her lips as she stared into his eyes. y/n swiftly broke the trance, walking away from Harry before he had the chance to kiss her.

"M'being cock blocked by my own wife," He groaned dramatically. y/n ignored him, stepping into the kitchen.

"Can you wash the vegetables for dinner?" She inquired. Harry hummed, nodding. y/n and Harry began to work on dinner, they added carrots, onions, potatoes, tomatoes, rutabaga, some different herbs and water to a pot before leaving it to simmer.

In the meantime they decided to have a bath to wash off the dirt from their day outside. As y/n got the bath started, Harry went around lighting candles and an incense stick to set the mood. She made sure the water was hot enough before adding some bath salts. They settled in the bath facing each other. Harry began to wash y/n's hair, massaging her scalp. She thanked him when he was done and began on his hair. While she cleaned his scalp she pressed a few soft kisses to his nose and cheeks causing him to blush.

"Thanks baby, love you, s'much" he mumbled. She didn't respond, only finishing on his hair and moving close to kiss his lips. He moved his hands to her waist, deepening the kiss, pushing his tongue into her mouth. She carded one hand through his newly washed curls while the other rested on his jaw. Just as y/n moved into Harry's lap they heard a splash. Finnegan had decided that he wanted to join their bath time and was now beside them covered in bubbles. The silly old dog loved water for some reason, Harry often had to pull him out of the pond. y/n laughed loudly as Harry groaned,

"S'not funny y/n, who d'ya think has to clean up this mess now?" he complained. y/n continued her giggles before stepping out of the tub.

"I think you do. I'm gonna go check on the soup while you and Finn finish your bath," she chortled, "bye Goose! Bye Finnie!"

When Harry emerged from the bathroom y/n was standing at the kitchen counter stirring their soup. She was now dressed in black shorts, a blue tank top and a white cardigan that the couple often shared.

"Come taste this and tell me what it needs!" She called to him. She held a spoon with her hand below it, blowing softly as he neared. y/n held it up to his mouth, continuing to use her hand to stop any broth from falling on the tile. He hummed, looking into the pot.

"Basil? Maybe? I dunno doll you're the chef in this relationship," he advised.

"Wow, thanks for the help," she mocked, "would you go cut the bread then, soup's almost ready." Harry obeyed, cutting them a few pieces of homemade sourdough, placing them in a wooden bowl before putting it on the table. He also made his way to the cellar to find a bottle of wine, he knew y/n would appreciate something sweet, after all his wife was quite the sugar fiend.When Harry arrived back on the main floor he poured them both a glass of wine and went to the bathroom. y/n soon placed two bowls of steaming soup on the table, taking a seat and waiting for Harry to return from washing his hands to dig in.

After dinner they sit in the living room, a Fleetwood Mac record softly playing in the background. y/n was reading a book on herbs and Harry was playing around on the piano, tinkering with song ideas. Despite being on hiatus, his love for music and overactive mind never stops. He still carries a worn brown notebook with him wherever he went and was constantly writing things that popped into his brain. When the album stops. y/n sits up slightly, disrupting Cinnamon's sleep causing him to meow and jump off the couch.

"Harry?" she calls bashfully.

"Yes darling?" he responds, not looking at her. Her face warms at the prospect of what she's going to ask him.

"Would you sing a song for me? Sweet Creature?" y/n wondered. He nodded, picking the guitar off the stand next to the piano. As he began the song y/n admired him, she was so lucky to have him, her boy, her sweet creature. She couldn't imagine a life without him, he was everything to her, and she couldn't believe that she was everything to him too. y/n often asked Harry to sing for her. She was blessed enough to hear him sing whenever she wanted and wasn't afraid to take advantage of it. When he finished the song y/n claps and cheers for him.

"Always so good baby," She cheered clambering up into his lap as he put the guitar down. Pressing firm kisses to his brow. Harry smiled and a light blush dusted his face. No matter how long they'd been together y/n had the same effect on him. She made him feel like a teenager with a crush all over again. y/n kissed his lips, pressing softly, they'd barely had a break to do this today, but she felt that it made the times they did get to kiss even better. Harry began to kiss back but y/n broke the kiss, her lips travelling to his cheek, and then his jaw. She rubbed the tip of her nose along the mole near his mouth before kissing it too. She moved down his neck when Harry began to yawn. y/n broke off, rubbing his jaw with her thumb.

"Tired, hmm?" she questioned. Harry's eyes widened before protesting,

"No, no, please continue Dove." she smiled at him.

"We have enough time Harry, we don't need to rush. Lets go to bed and we can do this tomorrow," she reassured him. He wasn't quite used to having enough time in the week to do everything he wanted to do. They were so used to rushing before Harry had to jet off to another concert, photoshoot, or interview.

He sighed contentedly and nodded. y/n stood up walking to the bathroom to do her nightly skin routine. As she washed her face she could hear the water in the kitchen running meaning Harry was going to water their house plants. She paused her routine to help him. They had quite a lot, succulents in the kitchen where most of the natural light was, and other assortments of plants, a few ferns, and the areas that didn't receive as much sunlight was littered with devils ivy. It took them about fifteen minutes to water all their plants. They wound up back in the bathroom, y/n finishing her skincare routine and Harry following along with his own half assed version. She never understood how her husband took so little care of his skin and still looked perfect. They brushed their teeth side by side again, the two of them too tired to try and make the other crack up. y/n changed into another silk nightgown before crawling into bed. Harry took off his shirt and pants and joined her. He pulled his wife into his chest, kissing her forehead a few times before closing his eyes. Harry was almost asleep when y/n's voice woke him,

"Are you bored of this?" he hummed in confusion. "I mean, you're just used to such a fast paced life and I remember once you said you don't like to stay in the same place for too long because you get antsy. If you want to move back to London, I understand," she spoke softly. Harry opened his eyes now, he can't believe the love of his life doesn't think he wants to be there. He turned her over so she was facing him. Harry could see the insecurity in her eyes; she didn't think this was enough for him, she didn't think she was enough for him. He cupped her cheek in his large hand, and admired how she leaned into his warmth.

"I wouldn't trade this for anything baby. I love being here with you, and I love you more than you'll ever wrap your head around, you're my everything," he spoke lovingly. Tears began to form in her eyes, quickly wiped away by him.

"I love you too," she whispered quietly, "m'sorry I still get so insecure, you shouldn't have to reassure me so much." Harry shook his head.

"S'okay doll, we're working on it, yeah? Just don't keep it from okay?" he affirmed. Despite this new routine being nothing like his old way of living, he could do it forever, as long as his sweet creature was by his side.

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London playlist

London - since 43 AD it has to be one of the more fascinating cities on Earth. Such a rich history. From Shakespeare Theatre to the music from there today. I just had to put a London playlist together. From Soho to Brixton, from Highgate to Clapham  what a collection of songs! It's over 350 songs and it could easily expand to 400. **I have a separate England & Wales playlist coming, so, stay tuned for that**.

To play the songs, hit the link right here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_ntP663JhZl-hvn9EwFp9L

ENGLAND & WALES playlist is coming soon! What songs have I left out? Let me know! Add your own songs! Cheers. Pip pip, tally ho!

LONDON 001 Generation X -  Day By Day 002 The Clash - London Calling 003 Austin Powers  - theme song (Soul Bossa? Nova ) 004 The Kinks - Dedicated Follower Of Fashion 005 Killing Joke - Empire Song 006 Black Sabbath - Wicked World 007 The Who - Welcome 008 The Damned - Neat, neat, neat 009 GIRLSCHOOL - LONDON 010 007 theme song 011 Motorhead - Motorhead 012 Wire - Ex Lion Tamer 013 David Bowie - Maid of Bond Street 014 The Misfits - London Dungeon 015 Rolling Stones - 016 The Adverts - Bored Teenagers 017 Siouxsie & The Banshees -  Spellbound 018 Penny Dreadful - Soundtrack - Main Theme 019 Eurythmics - Love Is A Stranger 020 The Cure - Subway Song 021 Adam And The Ants -  Puss 'n' Boots 022 Iron Maiden - 22 Acacia Avenue 023 COIL - Fire of the mind 024 Public Image Ltd - One Drop. 025 LUSH - Breeze 026 Bliss Signal - Surge 027 The Pogues - Misty Morning, Albert Bridge 028 PhD - Won't Let You Down 029 Birthday Party - Hats On Wrong 030 Eddy Grant - Electric Avenue 031 Help Yourself - Reaffirmation 032 Grave Miasma - Gnosis of the summon 033 Roy Ayers - We Live In London Baby 034 Led Zeppelin - The Rover 035 Gang of Four - What we all want 036 Pet Shop Boys - West End Girl                 037 Sleaford Mods - 6 Horsemen (The Brixtons) 038 Paul Young - Love of the Common People 039 The Saint (original) - Theme 040 The Human League - Dont You Want Me 041 Sex Pistols - God Save The Queen 042 The Beatles - A Day In The Life 043 Def Leppard -  Love bites 044 The Stranglers - Another Camden Afternoon 045 The Kinks  - See My Friends 046 Elton John - Bennie and the Jets 047 Suede - Moving 048 Queen - Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy 049 Cliff Richard & the Shadows - She's Gone 050 The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up 051 Loop - Fade Out 052 Jah Wobble's Invaders Of The Heart - A13 053 The Magnetic Fields - All the Umbrellas in London 054 Wendy Carlos - Title Music From A Clockwork Orange (From Purcell's Music For The Funeral Of Queen Mary) 055 The Police - Every Little Thing she does it Magic 056 Cockney Rejects - The Greatest Cockney Rip Off 057 Spandau Ballet - Spandau Ballet Chant No.1 058 The Pretenders - Middle of the Road 059 The Who - Dogs 060 The Jam - London Girl 061 Cradle of Filth - Hurt and Virtue 062 Joy Division - Isolation 063 Nick Drake - At the Chime of a City Clock 064 Sham 69 - Cockney Kids Are Innocent 065 Deep Purple - Mandrake Root 066 Throbbing Gristle - Hit by a rock 067 David Bowie - Rubber Band 068 Roxy Music  - Do The Strand 069 Slaves - Cheer Up London 070 T. Rex - London Boys 071 Kirsty MacColl - Autumngirlsoup 072 New Model Army - Archway Towers 073 Scorpions - Lovedrive 074 Isaac Hayes - Doesnt Rain In London 075 Peter Tosh - Buk-In-Hamm Palace 076 The Slits - Typical Girls 077 Pharaoh Sanders - Midnight In Berkeley Square (Instrumental) 078 Blue Cheer - Girl From London 079 Sex Pistols - Satellite 080 Judas Priest - (The Hellion ) Electric Eye 081 UFO -  Lights Out 082 Joy Division - Digital 083 Muse - Uprising 084 George Harrison - All Things Must Pass 085 Robert Palmer - Addicted To Love 086 Fine Young Cannibals - Blue 087 New Order - Blue Monday 088 Würzel - Midnight In London 089 Rod Stewart - Gasoline Alley 090 The Wildhearts - Down On London 091 Supertramp - Nothing To Show 092 Motörhead - Metropolis 093 Current 93 - Lucifer Over London 094 The Pogues - Dark Streets of London 095 The Cult - All Souls Avenue 096 The Jam - In The City 097 The Undertones - Teenage Kicks 098 Iggy Pop -  Play It Safe 099 Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds - Jack the Ripper 100 The Cure  - Lets Go To Bed 101 Suede - Animal Nitrate 102 Wire - field day for the sundays 103 Black Books  TV Show - Opening Theme 104 Paul McCartney & Wings - London Town 105 Madness - Primrose Hill 106 The Troggs  - No. 10 Downing Street 107 Iron Maiden -  Gangland 108 PJ Harvey - The Last Living Rose 109 The Rollers - Soho 110 Electric Wizard - Lucifer's Slaves 111 The Buzzcocks -  Just Lust 112 Doctor Who Theme Tune 1980 113 Cathedral - Fountain Of Innocence 114 Pretenders - Swinging London 115 Hanoi Rocks - Tooting Bec Wreck 116 Es - 'Chemical 117 Bee Gees  - Trafalgar 118 The Peddlers    - Under London Lights 119 Cliff Richard - The Young Ones 120 Big Audio Dynamite - Sightsee M.C   121 ABC - Tower of London 122 Accept - London Leatherboys 123 Pitchshifter - Please Sir 124 Portishead -  We Carry On 125 John Lennon - Whatever Gets You Thru The Night 126 The Lurkers - Ain't Got a Clue 127 Iron Maiden - Die with your boots on 128 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Kiss Them For Me 129 Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - From Her to Eternity 130 The Jam - London Traffic 131 The Cranberries - Waiting In Walthamstow 132 The Kinks - Victoria 133 Heads Hands & Feet - Pete Might Spook The Horses 134 Whitesnake -  Long Way From Home 135 Queensryche - London 136 Concrete Blonde - Walking in London 137 Deep Purple - Fireball 138 The Ruts - dope for guns 139 Wham! - Bad Boys 140 Generation X - One Hundred Punks 141 Joe Jackson - Down To London 142 Anti-Nowhere League - Streets of London 143 The Wildhearts - Shandy Bang 144 David Bowie - The London Boys 145 The Human League - Human 146 Cockney Rejects - East end 147 Dire Straits - Eastbound Train 148 Ian Drury - Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick 149 Sepultura -  Filthy rot 150 The Jam - Down In The Tube Station At Midnight 151 Fine Young Cannibals - She Drives Me Crazy 152 Purson -  Electric Landlady 153 Black Sabbath -  Tomorrow's Dream 154 The Clash - Guns of Brixton 155 Blood Ceremony - Lord Of Misrule 156 Monty Pythons The Meaning of Life - Penis Song 157 Gentlemans Pistols -  Hustler's Row 158 Frankie Goes To Hollywood - Relax 159 Jethro Tull - Cross Eyed Mary 160 The Yobs - The Ballad of the Warrington 161 Cradle of Filth - Principle Of Evil Made Flesh 162 Bruce Hornsby - The Black Rats Of London 163 Inspiral Carpets - How It Should Be 164 The Jimi Hendrix Experience - Foxy Lady 165 PETULA CLARK - WINCHESTER CATHEDRAL 166 Lush - Olympia 167 Hunters & Collectors - Blind Eye 168 Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now 169 David Bowie - The Man Who Sold the World 170 UK Subs - C.I.D. 171 Queen - Dont Stop Me Now 172 Bruce Dickinson - Accident of Birth 173 the clash - capital radio one 174 UB40 - Here I Am (Come And Take Me) 175 The Meads Of Asphodel - Guts For Sale 176 Horrible Histories: Savage Songs - Boudicca 177 Swallow the Sun - Labyrinth Of London (Horror Pt. IV) 178 Mad Professor  - Ben Gone Wrong 179 Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better 180 Genesis - The Battle Of Epping Forest 181 The Damned -  problem child 182 Squeeze  - Cool For Cats 183 Manfred Mann - Belgravia 184 The Bee Gees - Walking Back to Waterloo 185 Pink Floyd - Waiting For The Worms 186 Madness - Victoria Gardens 187 Paradise Lost - Soul Courageons 188 YES  - Roundabout 189 PJ Harvey - This Is Love 190 The Horrors - Jack The Ripper 191 King Crimson - Red 192 The Smiths - How Soon Is Now 193 Level 42 - Heathrow 194 Intaferon - Get Out Of London 195 Burt Bacharach - Bond street 196 David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust 197 The Clash - Londons Burning 198 Killing Joke - Follow The Leaders 199 Saxon - The Court of the Crimson King 200 Buzzcocks - Harmony in My Head 201 Fairport Convention - Fiddlesticks (Peel Session) 202 Napalm Death - Errors In The Signals 203 Empire  - Hot Seat 204 Anathema - Shroud of Frost 205 Pitchshifter - Condescension 206 The Beatles - Hey Jude 207 Affinity - Highgate 208 KLF - 3 A.M. Eternal (Pure Trance) 209 Warren Zevon - Werewolves of London 210 David Axelrod - London 211 The Wombles - Wellington Goes To Waterloo 212 EastEnders Theme 213 Cathedral - Hypnos 164 214 Tom Jones - It's Not Unusual 215 Alan Moore with Tim Perkins - The Highbury Working A Beat Seance 216 Transvision Vamp - Sex Kick 217 Elton John - Tell Me When The Whistle Blows 218 Firebird - Bow bells 219 The Jam - A' Bomb In Wardour Street 220 Caravan  - Waterloo Lily 221 Lord Sutch & Heavy Friends - Flashing Lights 222 David Bowie - Oh! You Pretty Things 223 Hot Chocolate - West End of Park Lane 224 Thames television ident 1984 225 Newtown Neurotics - Living With Unemployment 226 Peter Murphy - Cuts You Up 227 Suede - Metal Mickey 228 Peter Gabriel - Sledgehammer 229 Killing Joke - The Gathering 230 Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want 231 Kate Bush - Babooshka 232 Iron Maiden - The Prophecy 233 The Cure - Disintegration 234 The Damned - I Just Can't Be Happy Today 235 WIRE - Silk Skin Paws 236 Brian Eno - Here Come The Warm Jets 237 Souixee & the Banshees - Cascade 238 Jethro Tull - Jeffrey Goes to Leicester Square 239 AC/DC -  Rising Power 240 Alternative TV - Life After Life 241 Napalm Death - Deceiver (Peel Sessions) 242 Electric Light Orchestra - Last Train To London 243 Bucks Fizz - London Town 244 The Sweet - Blockbuster! 245 999 - Bent Cross 246 The Groundhogs - Split, Pt. 1 247 Bow Wow Wow - Go Wild in the Country 248 Blood Ceremony -  Half Moon Street 249 Ming Tea feat. Austin Powers - BBC One 250 Led Zeppelin - Immigrant Song 251 Big Audio Dynamite - EMC2 252 Crass - Banned from the Roxy 253 Sleaford Mods - Chaos Down In SoHo 254 Big Ben Chimes of Westminster, London 255 PJ Harvey - A Place Called Home 256 The Ruts - Staring at the rude boys 257 The Times - Whatever Happened To Thames Beat 258 Quincy Jones - London Derriere 259 Lush - Hypocrite 260 PIL - Reggie Song 261 The Style Council - You're The Best Thing 262 UK Subs - Dirty Girls 263 COIL - Slur 264 Frank Zappa - Dead girls of London 265 Iron Maiden - Prowler 266 The Slits - Difficult Fun 267 Killing Joke -  Kings and Queens 268 Simple Minds - Chelsea Girl 269 Motorhead - Bomber 270 XTC - Towers Of London 271 Blitzkrieg  - Hell to pay 272 Gryphon - Opening Move 273 The Challengers - The Streets of London 274 Peggy March - In Der Carnaby Street 275 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 276 The Pogues - London You're a Lady 277 The Lords Of The New Church - Portobello 278 Rolling Stones - Hot Stuff 279 Joe Jackson - The Evil Eye 280 The Deviants - Garbage 281 Benny Hill Show  - Wild Women 282 Suzi Quatro - Crash 283 Madness - day on the town 284 SHAKESPEAR'S SISTER -  I Don't Care 285 Whitesnake - Wine Women An Song 286 Pink Floyd - Astronomy Domine 287 Rick Astley - Whenever You Need Somebody 288 Bauhaus - In the flat field 289 Dead Can Dance - In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated 290 Paul McCartney -  Old Siam, Sir 291 Lush - De-Luxe 292 AC/DC - let's get it up 293 Sophia Loren & Peter Sellers - Bangers and mash 294 Black Sabbath - Childfren of the grave 295 Psychic TV - The orchids 296 Miracle - The Strife Of Love In A Dream 297 Carter USM - Lean On Me I Won't Fall Over 298 Screaming Lord Sutch - Jack the Ripper 299 WIRE - the 15th 300 Mott the Hoople - Honaloochie Boogie 301 Soft Machine - The Camden Tandem 302 Are You Being Served Theme 303 CATHEDRAL - Serpent Eve 304 Booker T. & The MG's - Carnaby Street 305 Culture Club - It's A Miracle 306 Motorhead - Nothing Up My Sleeve 307 Killing Joke - Money is not our God 308 Bronski Beat - Smalltown Boy 309 WIRE - Please take 310 Bananarama - Hey young London 311 The Jam - Carnaby Street 312 Catapilla - Charing Cross   313 The Shadows - Chelsea Boot 314 Ride - Chelsea Girl 315 The Damned  - Grimly Fiendish 316 Marillion - Chelsea Monday 317 Slowdive - Celia's Dream 318 The Clash - Gates of the west 319 Thin Lizzy - Half Caste 320 David Bowie -  I dig everything 321  VUUR - Days Go By - London 322 Elvis Costello - [I Don't Want To Go To] Chelsea 323 Uriah Heep - Walking in your shadow 324 Genesis - Invisible Touch 325 Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones 326 Curve - Fait Accompli   327 Silverfish ‎- Crazy 328 Iron Maiden - Killers 329 Killing Joke -  Ghost Of Ladbroke Grove 330 Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK 331 Paradise lost - remembrance 332 The Fall - Leave the Capitol 333 The Kinks - Waterloo Sunset 334 WIRE - Keep exhaling 335 The Peddlers - raining in London 336 Motorhead - damage case 337 10cc - Shock On The Tube (Don't Want Love) 338 Swervedriver - Rave Down 339 Spike Milligan - Tower Bridge 340 Phil Lynott - Solo In Soho 341 Adam and the Ants - Plastic Surgery 342 The Who - Pinball wizard 343 Pulp - Mile end 344 Generation X - Running with the Boss Sound 345 OMD - If You Leave 346 PiL - Public Image 347 Monty Python's Flying Circus TV show - theme song 348 Hall & Oates - London, Luck & Love 349 The Horrors - Three decades 350 Cathedral - Midnight Mountain 351 Killing Joke - glitch 352 Judas Priest - The Ripper 353 Air Raid Siren London Blitz 354 Dragonforce - Fury and the storm 355 Elastica - Connection 356 the Psychedelic Furs - Dumb waiters 357 Samantha Fox - Touch me 358 Wang Chung - Dance hall days 359 Kim Wilde - Water on glass 360 Siouxsie and the Banshees - Overground 361 Atomic Rooster - Tomorrow night 362 Fleetwood Mac - My Heart Beat Like a Hammer 363 Rainbow - Self Portrait 364 Billy Ocean - Love really hurts without you 365 Art of Noise - Beat box (division one) 366 Eurythmics - Never Gonna Cry Again 367 Samson - Grime Crime 368 Go West - we close our eyes 369 Ultravox - Saturday Night In The City Of The Dead 370 King Crimson - 21st Century Schizoid Man 371 Visage - Visage 372 Sandy Denny - Let's Jump The Broomstick 373 Brian Eno - Burning Airlines Give You So Much More 374 Fields Of The Nephilim - Blue water 375 Leftfield - Open Up 376 Blancmange - I've Seen The Word 377 Thomas Dolby - Flying north 378 Sisters of Mercy - Temple of love 379 Royal Orchestra - Royal Entrance Queen Elizabeth II 380 Pink Floyd - Goodbye blue sky 666 David Bowie -  London Bye Ta - Ta

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 4: Breathe

Summary/Author's Note: This is wild. Part 4 already--what is happening. Thank you to everyone who has read and been supportive. All this fluff and slow burn will be worth it. Look at that rating--it got bumped up! Thank you to my wife @vaxxildan who saw I was stuck on smut and while we were sitting on the couch said, "ya know what would be hot?" And this chapter came to fruition. I do not deserve this woman, y'all.

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 4.1k (I worked hard, guys 😭) Rating/Warnings: (NC-17)/18+ Language, smut, threesome, oral (f!receiving), so many kisses, all of the kisses, arm restraint, LIGHT dom!Oberyn, multiple orgasms, Oberyn "which way do you like it? MY WAY" Fucking Martell

Parts (1)(2)(3) [MASTERLIST]

The next three days passed with ease. Each morning, a new vase of tiger lilies sat waiting for you when you awoke. And with each passing day it was getting harder to dodge the questions from the maids--who you knew were prying on behalf of your uncle. You avoided any one directly connected to the Lannisters and were careful to leave early in the morning, preferring to eat all meals in the brothel with Oberyn and Ellaria anyway.

That afternoon, the two of them met you in the castle gardens for a walk and conversation. Ellaria placed flowers in your braid as the Prince watched the two of you fondly. He assured you that there was nothing they were required to do on behalf of Dorne until their departure at the end of the week. It was a matter of waiting for the ships to be ready and his men finishing up any business the Martells had in King's Landing. His only job was to stay out of trouble. Such a thing made you laugh--what kind of trouble could a Prince get into?

Each evening the three of you wound up back in their bedchambers at the brothel. No one bothered you. The proprietor stopped soliciting his whores to the Prince and his Paramour, and the only time someone knocked on the door was to bring up more food or wine.

With so much time, it was easy to learn more about one another. Oberyn's family was extensive. He seemed surrounded by sisters and strong women--and attributed such things to helping develop his undying love for them. Dorne was not ruled under King Robert with the rest of Westeros and remained its own municipality under the strength of its princess who defied the Targaryens. Or should you say princesses, plural. Fore Dorne did not covet such titles and bestowed them to all daughters of the Martell lineage. The title was not used to look down on the subjects who were not born in to nobility, it was a term of respect and it was earned. According to Oberyn it was an honor to hear his people call him 'prince' and he would make sure it was an honor he always deserved.

Oberyn was second in line for the throne behind his older brother, but, from what you had heard, had just as much say within the capital of Sunspear. He was smart and well spoken, but under all of that charm you knew that a fire smoldered.

Conversation with the two of them was as easy as breathing. They seemed to specialize in smiles and laughter. They loved talking about the beautiful places they had seen, the people they had met and just to see you blush--the special places they had fucked.

It was easy to lose track of time, because in their room in the brothel, it was if nothing else existed. The three of you were in your own corner of the world and it suited you. The fire crackled in the hearth as you had finished another meal and moved to stretch out on the bed, feeling the wine settle as a warm wave over your body. The noise of the streets below dissipated as the sun set around the city.

"Now this," Ellaria said, holding your hand and tracing her finger down your palm. "Is your life line." The two of you sat cross-legged among the pillows on the large, canopy bed in the middle of the room.

"And what does it say?" you handed your glass to Oberyn to put it on the table so you could sit up and really focus on the woman in front of you.

"It says you are going to live a long and adventurous life," Ellaria said, with a nod.

"Oh, does it now?" you played along, glancing over your shoulder at the Prince. "Does it say I am going to travel across the sea?"

"Does it say I'm going to become a knight?"

"Is that what you want?" Ellaria recognized the jest in your voice and grinned.

"By the gods, no," you giggled.

"Then, no. You're not going to be a knight."

"What about--"

"It's not that specific," Ellaria continued in a serious manner. "But it does say that great things will soon find you."

"And what about this one?" you pointed to the smaller crease toward the top of your palm and she touched it with her slender finger.

"This is your heart line," she smiled.

"Ah," you said. Of course it was. You knew you should stop her before she delved too far into that one, but you didn't want to. "So, love?"

"More or less." She kept her voice carefully even.

"And what does it say?"

"It shows you have an open heart," she said, lowering her voice slightly. "That your kindness is only matched by your ability to accept those who you care for." She saw your hesitation and gestured Oberyn to the bed with her other hand. Oberyn knelt beside you and offered his left hand to Ellaria, mirroring you. "Look at Oberyn's--see?" she traced the crease in his palm. "His is much the same."

"Meaning?" you asked, biting your lip and playing the fool.

"Without an open heart," Oberyn leaned onto his side, propping his head in his hand. His stretched out body took up most of the length of the bed. "You miss out on half of the world's pleasures."

"Exactly," Ellaria agreed.

"Men," he said, before leaning down to kiss the skin of Ellaria's crossed thigh. "Women. Who would want to miss out on such beauty?"

You could hear the blood rushing in your ears as the look he gave you made your head spin. Did he know what he was doing? Was it specifically for you or did he do this to everyone he met? The more time you spent with the two of them the more you were starting to understand--an open mind for pleasure, but perhaps when it came to true emotion, the two of them were a little more selective. After all, despite all of the courtesans and sexual exploits, the two of them were the only ones to hold each other through the bad memories.

"You're making all of this up, aren't you?" You tried one more time to divert the conversation but neither of them were going to fall for it.

"It's just a fun game we play back in Dorne," Ellaria shrugged. She continued to trace her finger over your palm, up to your wrist and back down. "(Y/n), I have to ask--"

"Yes?" You said, perhaps too eager.

It made her smile. "Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No," you said, and before she could ask, you swallowed hard and added. "But I've thought about it."

"Before or after I kissed you?" Ellaria asked.

"Both."

"Half of the world's pleasures," Oberyn confirmed and looked at Ellaria dreamily.

"I'd like to do it again," Ellaria said. "That is, if it's alright?"

This time she was asking. Ellaria Sand was asking to kiss you again. If you thought you felt light headed at any time in the last few days, it was nothing compared to how you felt now. The breeze that had been drifting in from the window was the only sound as it lightly rustled the gossamer curtains and blew over your heated skin. You folded your hands in your lap and knew you needed to think about it. But you didn't want to, you didn't have time. No apologies. There was nothing you needed to be sorry for while you were with the two of them. That's what they had told you, right? Seven hells.

"Yes."

The one word left your lips liked a wave crashing on the rocks. Three little letters felt like you had just given away your soul and you were happy to do so.

Ellaria smiled, adjusting her legs until she was kneeling before you. Her hand came up, brushing your hair back from your face, over your shoulder. She was soft, so soft, and smelled like citrus and what you could only imagine the sands of Dorne smelled like. She leaned forward, eyes darting down to your lips. She was just about to kiss you before she pulled back slightly. She repeated the process twice, laughing softly as the look in your eyes got more and more desperate. The teasing was too much for the rate at which your heart was hammering in your chest. So, you did the only thing you could think of and slid your hand behind her neck, crashing your lips against hers.

It had been such a long time--way too long. Your fingers slid up into her hair as Ellaria's hands cupped your face. You may have initiated the dance, but Ellaria was the one leading. She ran her tongue along your bottom lip and you let out a soft moan before allowing her entrance into your mouth.

Oberyn leaned up, watching the two of you with hungry eyes. This was something he had envisioned since he had first laid eyes on you at the feast. He bit his bottom lip, rubbing his chin as he looked at the way you allowed Ellaria to devour your lips with teeth and tongue.

"S-stop," you said breathlessly as one of her hands moved to cup your breast through your corset.

"What is it, my sweet?" Ellaria asked. It made you feel better that she was just as breathless as you were. It felt better that the attraction wasn't one sided, that the excitement was shared. She was an even better kisser than you imagined. Every night since the first kiss you shared--however chaste it may have been, you thought of how kissing her would feel. Your daydreams didn't do it justice. But Oberyn's presence was too large to ignore. Ellaria saw your gaze drift to the man in front of you and her face broke into a grin. "Do you want to kiss the prince, too?"

You took your eyes from Oberyn and looked back at her. You couldn't. You couldn't shamelessly indulge in both of them at once. Ellaria moved to kneel behind you on the bed. Her gentle fingers moved the hair away from your neck as she slid her arms around the front of your body and spoke softly by your ear. She willingly played the part of the devil on your shoulder, and she played it very well.

"What do you want?" She prompted.

"What I want and what is proper are two very different things right now," you tried to joke but she wasn't falling for it.

"I didn't ask what your preconceived ideas of proper were," she said firmly and the smile fell from your face. "I asked what you wanted. When you are with us, what are the rules?"

"No apologies," you whispered and she nipped the shell of your ear in agreement, causing your skin to break out in goosebumps. You felt her nod and you could only assume it was to Oberyn, because the man in question sat up and moved closer to you.

"Tell me, my lioness," Oberyn said, kneeling in front of you. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes, please," you said, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"So polite," Ellaria teased and you felt her lean back against the headboard of the bed, drawing you against her chest as Oberyn moved to kneel over the both of you.

Oberyn's face felt perfect in your hands. You closed your eyes as he dipped his head and captured your lips fiercely. Any hesitation in your voice wasn't fooling him--he knew you wanted him, half of the city wanted him. Why should you be any different? Where Ellaria's face had been soft, his beard scratched against your fingers, his mustache tickled your lips as he teased your mouth with the tip of his tongue.

Ellaria let her hand move up your waist to cup your breast lightly, her voice still present beside your ear. "How does it feel to kiss the Prince of Dorne, my dear?" You moaned against his mouth in response and she laughed softly. "I agree."

You moved your hands from his face down to his open tunic, sliding your fingers under the expensive fabric and trying to push it from his shoulders. Was it bold? Absolutely. Was it what you wanted? Even more so. The action was rewarded by him shucking it off quickly, pulling from your lips for the briefest of moments before kissing you even harder than before.

"Oberyn," Ellaria said, moving her hand from your body and into his curls. Her grip on his hair caused him to slow his actions.

"I forget myself," he mumbled against your jaw. "Tell me to stop, if you like, (y/n)."

"Don't stop," you breathed against his cheek as he moved to trail his lips down your neck, across your pulse point. As he moved down, you turned your head to the side, kissing Ellaria over your shoulder.

Her hands moved to the front of your bodice, pulling at the laces that held your dress together. You encouraged her with a small noise against her lips and she smiled in return. As soon as your breasts were free, Oberyn moved from your neck to your chest. He bit and kissed and palmed them with his hands, sending a tingle through your lower abdomen. You pulled back from Ellaria to watch Oberyn worship you.

"Does it feel good?" Ellaria said against your ear as she took your hands and placed them in Oberyn's thick, black hair. "Tell him it feels good."

"Yes," you nodded as his mouth closed around your nipple and you arched against Ellaria. "Fuck," you gasped. "I don't know if I can handle the both of you at once."

"Well," Oberyn said, removing his mouth from your breast with a soft pop. "There's one way to find out." He leaned back on his knees and you felt the sudden loss of him like a punch to the gut. It must have shown on your face because he chuckled and shook his head. "Come here." It was not a request. He patted his chest and beconned you to him with his pointer finger. You crawled to him willingly, entranced by the look in his dark eyes as he leaned back against the headboard. "Put your back here," he touched his chest again and you obeyed. You were fairly certain you would have done anything he asked in that moment. The thought should have been terrifying, but it wasn't.

"Ellaria?" you said, looking for her as you laid back against the prince. The question made her smile as she removed her bracelets and placed them on the table before crawling back to the two of you.

"I'm right here, sweet one." She purred and used a ribbon around her wrist to tie her hair back away from her face.

This time when Oberyn spoke, the deep timber of his voice hummed against your bare back as your dress continued to slip from your shoulders. That voice would be in your dreams until the end of your days. It would call out the most primal desires from you, and you were ready to be consumed by it. He brought his hands around you and traced them down your arms, making the skin he touched break out in goosebumps.

"Ellaria has a talent," he said, pressing soft kisses against your temple as you settled against his bare chest.

"Is that so?" You asked playfully, proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady.

"Mhm," he hummed. His hands moved down to your dress, using them to gather the fabric and pull it up towards your waist. The loose material bunched together easily, leaving your thighs bare to the woman in front of you. You turned your head and hid in the crook of Oberyn's neck. He lowered his voice and cupped your cheek gently. "If you say stop, this stops. Do you understand?" He asked and you nodded against his neck but that wasn't enough. "Answer me, (y/n)."

"Yes, yes I understand." You said hurriedly, wanting more than anything for them to keep going. Your body gave a small jolt as you felt Ellaria's hands on your thighs, pinning them against Oberyn's legs as she dipped her head under your skirts.

"Good girl," he praised, putting a firm hand on your chin and turning your head so he could capture your lips.

Something about the way he said those two words felt like he spoke them directly to your cunt. You would have done anything he asked, anything he wanted--in that moment, he wasn't just Oberyn...he was your Prince. You would have put on a suit of armor and carried the Dornish flag. You would have fallen to your knees in the Red Keep and renounced the King himself if it meant the man holding you would call you a 'good girl' again. Seven hells, how did he do that?

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth at the exact moment Ellaria's mouth found your dripping core. Their synchronization drew a gasp from you, but wasn't surprising. They had been lovers for many years, they knew each other intimately and that didn't change simply because you were in the middle.

Ellaria was not shy when it came to pressing her mouth to the lips of your cunt. She licked a firm line from the bottom to the top of your slit, her fingers digging into your thighs to keep you spread for her. She teased. She tormented. She indulged your desire for her. She pulled back for a quick breath before diving back to you and sucking firmly on your labia. She danced around where you wanted her most and it was a sweet form of torture that you never wanted to end. You reached back and slid your fingers through Oberyn's hair, closing your eyes tightly and moaning against the side of his face.

"That's it, my lioness. Let go," he cooed, his lips moving against your cheek as he spoke. You tightened your grip on his hair as his large hands settled on your waist, keeping you still.

"Oberyn," you panted and he gripped you tighter. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your back and you couldn't help it as you shamelessly rubbed back against him, causing him to growl deeply and nip your jaw with his teeth.

"Minx," he mumbled before moving his hands from your waist, fingers trailing up your arms to grip your wrists. Ellaria chose that moment to finally close her mouth around your clit and you cried out, pulling against Oberyn who held fast. "Ah, ah," he tsked, tightening his grip. You tested his strength again, jerking your wrists against his power. You didn't want him to let go, but the idea that you didn't have a choice did things to your libido. You wanted him to overpower you, to pin you down and take what you would willingly give--such a thought made you blush and turn to hide against his neck again.

"Do you like that?" He said, a hint of breathlessness in his tone. "You want me to hold you here and let Ellaria ravish your aching cunt?"

"Yes!" You gasped out. His words made your heart race. They were filthy, and you craved more of them.

"What if I told you you looked like a vision right now? Gasping, struggling--knowing you can't say no to your prince."

That did it. Fuck. Your Prince. Your Prince. He licked a hot line up your cheek and Ellaria sucked hard against the bundle of nerves at the top of your cunt. You felt her right hand leave your thigh as she slid two fingers inside of you and you whimpered her name like a prayer to whatever gods would listen.

"Ellaria," you said, feeling a comforting heat begin to settle low in your belly. She stroked the fire of your impending orgasm with her expert fingers. She reached the places you couldn't reach with your own hand during the lonely nights in your bed at Casterly Rock. The pads of her middle two digits rubbed the soft spongy spot on the roof of your core and you saw stars. You tried to sit up as pleasure rushed through you but Oberyn held you against him tightly. You tried to squeeze your thighs together and Ellaria used the hand that wasn't currently inside of you to keep them spread.

"Come for me, just for me," Oberyn continued to talk you through it as you cried out and bucked your hips against Ellaria's face.

"I can't. It's so--fuck. Fuck," you whined, looking down to watch Ellaria's dark curls between your thighs, taking your clit in her mouth again. It was as if she could feel your gaze and she fisted the soft material of your skirts to make sure your view was unobstructed. "It's too much--"

"No, it's not," Oberyn said, pulling your hands back to wrap around his neck and letting go of your wrists. Once his hands were free, he moved them down to your nipples and pulled them both at the same time. Hard. "Again," he commanded as Ellaria sucked and he rolled the hardened pebbles of your breasts. "Breathe. I said, again."

It wasn't a request. It was a command. One you were happy to oblige as you felt another orgasm stem from your clit and up through your stomach. You opened your mouth but no sound came out.

"If I said, again, you would obey me--" Oberyn started but you shook your head. "Yes. You would. You wouldn't defy me."

"No, never," you breathed out.

"That's what I thought," he growled and gave your nipples another squeeze.

"Stop. S-stop. Oh gods." You begged and, true to his word, the game was over. He palmed your breasts gently, taking the pain away in an instant and nosed your temple. Ellaria removed her fingers from inside you and licked softly along your slit, kissing your thighs gently and bringing you back down.

"Are you alright?" Oberyn asked and you nodded hurriedly, not wanting him to think otherwise.

You felt euphoric. Your head and heart were light and it brought a smile to your face as you touched Oberyn's chin and laughed softly, nuzzling his beard. The bed moved as Ellaria came to lay in between your legs and kiss up your chest. You turned your head and met her lips. Tasting your juices on her mouth was foreign but not entirely unpleasant as the thought of what she just did with her mouth tugged at your core.

"Twice in a row," Ellaria smirked against your lips. "That's a good start."

"I don't think I could take any more." You laughed again.

"We shall see about that, my dear."

The words sounded like a challenge and you fought the urge to hide your face again. You felt a hand in your hair as the man behind you began to put your disheveled braid back in its place. He started to adjust your dress back to cover your tits and you put a hand on his, stopping the movement. It made him smile and he caught your lips as you turned your head. The taste of your cunt from Ellaria's mouth made him moan deeply and slip his tongue passed your lips without pretense.

"You look ravished," he commented and Ellaria nodded in agreement.

"I feel ravished."

"Someone should ravish you every day." He said, reaching under your dress and using his large hand to cup your still throbbing cunt.

You gasped and gripped his wrist. You weren't sure you could take anymore that quickly. The action made Oberyn chuckle as he allowed you to move his hand and hold it in your lap.

"You can't possibly go back out looking like that." Ellaria said with a coy look in her eyes. She moved up to kiss her Paramour deeply before they both looked at you again. "Maybe you should just stay?"

The request was an honest one. There was no hidden meaning in her words or in her eyes and something about it made your chest tight. The two of them patiently waited for you to turn the question over in your mind.

"I think," you paused, biting your lip for a moment before nodding. "I think I should."

The two of you kissed softly over the Prince for a moment. He turned your head gently to take your lips for his own before repeating the motion with Ellaria and much like the rest of the time you had spent with them, it felt as effortless as breathing.

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Flowers, Hamliza Month Day 5

For day 5 of @megpeggs and @historysalt's Hamliza Month prompt list

Flowers

Alexander's elbow bumped against Eliza from his side of the bed, causing her to drop a stitch from her knitting. Fishing for the dropped loop with her needle, she glanced over at the paper her husband had been scratching at for the past quarter hour. He'd drawn a great circle on the bottom of the page, and was busy drawing small circles around the periphery. "What are you doing?"

"Hm?" he hummed, attention fixed on the writing desk. His glasses had slipped down as he'd been working, she noticed. He wrinkled his nose to try to right them.

She laid the knitting aside and slid over towards him. Rubbing one hand over his hunched shoulders, she reached out with the other to push his glasses back into place. He smiled and glanced over at her.

"Thank you."

"What are you working on?" she repeated now that she had his attention.

"The garden," he said.

"What a strange way to garden," she teased. She leaned her head against his shoulder, squinting at the page. "January is a bit out of season. And I've found trowels and seeds more effective than paper and ink, myself."

"I'm jotting down my plans for the summer," he said, his elbow bumping at her ribs affectionately. Gesturing with his quill, he indicated the circle he'd drawn. "Here, see, this is the flowerbed. We'll have lilies, tulips, and hyacinths arranged thus. Then wild roses can grow around the outside."

She smiled up at him while he finished notating the placement of the flowers. Nudging at him lightly, she asked, "How are we going to get in?"

"What?"

"You've got flowers going all the way around."

He swore softly and swiftly drew a line across the circle to represent the footpath, striking through the little circles meant to represent the hyacinths. Sitting back, he nodded to himself, satisfied. "There."

"Better," she agreed.

A draft unsettled the heavy curtains over their windows and sent the candle on the bedside table dancing. She curled closer into Alexander's warmth. He shifted, pressing closer as well. "That wind is awful," he complained.

"What else do you have planned?" she asked, closing her eyes.

"Laurel trees around the outside," he continued, voice soft and soothing as he painted her a picture of their garden in summer. "Maybe some dogwoods. Not large, just scattered in the grove. That should provide ample shade in heat of the afternoon. We can move the fruit trees further down towards the orchard."

She hummed, relaxing against him. He detailed the raspberries he wanted planted, the honeysuckle vines he wanted added to the bower at the bottom of the garden, the fences he wanted moved. Warm and content against him, she listened until his voice began to fade in and out, a far away, pleasing hum.

"Betsey?" His nose nudged at her hair. "Are you awake?"

"Keep going," she insisted.

He obeyed, though his voice was notably softer than before. She barely noticed when he shifted her off his shoulder onto the pillows. The room darkened as he blew out the candle. His arms wrapped around her, so warm and safe. She snuggled closer to him and dreamt of summer.

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Between pages

TITLE: Between pages

CHAPTER NO./ONE-SHOT: One-shot

AUTHOR: fanfictrashdump

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki always carries a book. Not because he's reading 24/7, but because he likes tucking flowers from the bouquets you make and leave in the shared kitchen in between the pages.

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: There is fluff in my soul and I will not apologize for it. Language, extreme awkwardness, and unlikely friendships ahead. Let Loki be soft 2020.

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Loki, God of Mischief, Prince of Asgard, Rightful King of Jotunheim, Odinson was a master sorcerer. His talent was unmatched in the Universe, and he was capable of feats that were previously unheard of in all the Nine Realms. He could defy the laws of physics, of imagination. He could bend the very fabric of the Universe and arrive at a different planet with merely a step in any direction. He was awe-inspiring and nightmare-inducing in equal measure.

So, how in the fucking hell did some silly flowers become his ruin?

Groaning pathetically against the plumpness of his down-filled pillow, he contemplated escaping the Tower. He had run away from more dangerous places before. Surely, walking out of Stark's prized building would be little more than child's play to a sorcerer of his caliber. However, any time he reminded himself that he was, indeed, a sorcerer the wound on his ego would split and bleed fresh, once more.

It would have been so easy to explain away. There was a reason they called him the Silvertongue, but he just stood there. Like a moron. He just… he just handed it over, and now…

He groaned again, teeth bared in a half-snarl as the memories flooded his mind.

There were few things in this little, mortal trash heap of a world that intrigued Loki. The supersoldiers held his interest for a moment or two, until he had all but uncovered the secrets of their endurance and had promptly become bored. The spies were fun to watch, if only to watch Barton squirm under his intense gaze, thinking he had another plot to put him under mind control. Banner was… well, he didn't mess with Banner. Or Stark, for that matter. They were on an unspoken truce upon which his very survival was pinned. After all, Loki was nothing if not self-serving in his quest for continued breathing.

Then, there was the mutant; the plant witch.

The five-foot-nothing little imp who he could not seem to put the fear of god in, no matter how much he tried. The mortal had talked back, disobeyed direct orders on the field, sassed, hugged, and blackmailed him over a hobby in the course of less than a year. Loki would be impressed at her ruthlessness of character if he wasn't utterly annoyed at her existence.

Well, that, and the fact that he couldn't, for the life of him, figure out how her powers worked.

And that was the source of his current anguish.

Lily, the little mutant, had a predictable daily routine. She would wake up with the sun, make breakfast for the whole team, go to the gym and be back in time for the meal. Once she set the table, she would always conjure a handful of flowers in the vase in the middle of the table. It was never the same arrangement, twice, and it was never the type of arrangement the mortals would overpay for at the local flower shops. Wild variations of popular flowers, bits of flowering tree branches, weeds–wildflowers of all types that brought in butterflies from the open balcony windows and delighted all.

At first, he thought she simply picked them outside and coaxed them into bloom. It wasn't until one morning, when he had been up uncharacteristically early that he had been proven wrong. He watched her kneel on a chair at the table, hands held aloft around the vase before every vein visible pumped a fluorescently-bright green. Like seedlings, the flowers grew from tiny roots until they overflowed from the jug. Loki had walked over, almost reflexively, watching how the petals bent under his fingers and how the cool stems still felt like they were thrumming with life as if freshly picked.

Fascinating.

Loki, while talented in his own right, had never been able to conjure a flower that looked so much like a flower. They usually looked too perfect, almost artificial–like a painting of a flower brought to life. He plucked a bud and tucked it between the pages of the book he had been reading (ironically, it had been Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman). He decided that he would study this specific specimen and figure out her secret. Surely, it would be easy to conquer the skill that a mortal wielded.

He had been horrendously wrong.

That first failed attempt at replicating her craftsmanship prompted him to grab a few more samples, the next day. And the next. And the one after that, too. After a while, he had all but given up on learning how to conjure these life-like flowers, with their slightly irregular patterns and charming blemishes. But the habit had stuck and he still collected them.

Every morning, like clockwork, he would go to the kitchen for a glass of water, pull a bloom and press it between Whitman's promises to return to his beloved dirt. The team had started making jokes about his current inability to put down the poems book, everywhere he went. They wrongly assumed that he was simply enamored by the mortal's views of humanity or that he was learning what being human really meant. In reality, all Loki was doing was carrying the vessel for his preservation and lying in wait for the opportunity to be all on his own to snatch another souvenir.

He'd be loathe to admit that his theft was now out of pure admiration. Flowers were always his mother's thing and he never really cared much for gardening, but he could appreciate the intricacies of every subtly veined petal and rough leaf. His fingers often ran the length of the stems and leaves, gathering the light coat of dew that glistened on the greenery, smiling to himself all the while. He supposed he had never found the need to conjure a flower or anything of the sort meant to be a soft gift–it wasn't really his style–but the fact only made him all the more awestruck.

"You like today's bouquet, Lokes?"

He nodded, a little distracted, having just pressed the most perfect daisy, with a little notch in one of the petals into the book. The small, leather-bound tome rested beside him on the table, golden lettering catching Lily's eye.

"Oh my gosh, I love Leaves of Grass," she exclaimed, and Loki had mindlessly handed her the book for her to peruse before he even had the good sense to panic. "I know. Surprise, surprise, plant babe likes plant-themed title of book, but I truly loved it when I read it in high school. It's sad, but a good type of sad, if that… makes… sense…"

It was her trailing voice that had made Loki blink away from the flowers. Green eyes trailed from the vase, to his empty floating hand, to the table. His book was no longer there… and he was the reason for that. When his shocked gaze flickered up to hers, he found her dainty fingers trailing over a perfectly dried dandelion that Loki had chosen because it had a singular freckle amidst a canvas of soft yellow.

Loki had disappeared before she even looked away from the keepsake.

"Maybe I should just take my chances in the dungeons. I'm sure Father dearest would rather see me in a cell," he moaned petulantly before he stiffened.

There was energy crackling in the air, making it smell like ozone and magic. Loki sat up in bed, retrieving a dagger from under his pillow and noiselessly stepping onto the carpeted floor. Beneath his feet, the carpet felt odd. With a frown, he glanced down, finding the floor covered in green and yellow–a blanket of buttercups. By the door, Lily smiled shyly, her body slumping slightly against the wall as the green faded away from her veins.

"You've overtired yourself," he remarked, drily, ignoring the fact that his cheeks burned in a way that told him that he was flushed crimson. His feet shuffled beneath him, grounding him to reality and allowing him to resist the urge to bend down and run his fingers through the blooms.

She shrugged. "I'll feel better after breakfast." There was a tense silence between them for several more seconds. Lily held the book out in her hand, but Loki hesitated crossing the landscape to retrieve it. "You always pick the iffy ones."

His brow pinched in with confusion. "What?"

"The flowers. You always pick the ones that aren't perfect. Spots, notches, missing petals or stamens–"

"It makes them real," he interrupted. "The flaws make them real. Machines can make flawless flowers."

"I agree. I just… didn't peg you for the type who could appreciate that, y'know?" Lily sighed, trying to suppress a grin. "Then again, I didn't peg you for the type who pressed flowers, either."

Loki glanced at his feet with a frown. "Everyone likes flowers," he muttered under his breath, just shy of defensive. He managed to will his feet forward, relieving her still reaching hand of the book without glancing at her.

He swore that he hadn't been this pathetic before he moved to Midgard.

Lily cleared her throat awkwardly, tipping a golden flower back with the toe of her trainer. "Would it be OK if I brought some flowers for your room, every once in while?" She gave him a hesitant smile before adding, "I-I need the practice," in a rush.

"Don't you think the others would be more deserving of them?" Loki hated the fact that he sounded somewhat bitter.

She giggled under her breath. "The others won't really appreciate them, will they?" Before he could offer a witty retort to try and dispel the awkwardness he felt, Lily had grasped his wrist and tugged him along out the door. "Come on, we're late for breakfast," she remarked, conversation already forgotten.

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Goddess au a pseudo part two for what @scrollypoly wrote. It only took me a couple of months, no biggie 🥲 I didn't want this out faster. Anyway, here it is.

These parties seem to get more and more extravagant every year. Flowing silks and whitewashed marble. Sparkling drinks and decadent foods. True could recall past parties in this very same building, high off the ground, where you could look out the windows and see the small people down below celebrating the new year in a way that looked to be much more fun.

She was a goddess though. Celebrating the new year was formal in an informal way, of course. You could only be so formal with gods like those of war and mischief in the same room. Jeff being war and Kagekao being mischief, though that wasn't all they were confined to. She had met them both in her younger years, finding them both a bit much for her.

She found herself sticking to the planters around the large room. Having her fellow gods come to her if they decided something needed to be said, and the ones that did were often ones that worked with her on things. She had met the recently (if you could call resigning 50 years ago recent) retired god of death, now the god of the forests. He was reclusive, though much like the forests he stood for, he had a wild and dark side. She could feel it, but it never disturbed her much. They were similar, and he was like her in the way he stood off to the sides and appraised the flowers, remarking how much better they looked whenever she was around.

They were currently holding glasses of wine, rosé in her glass and merlot in his, having light conversation as they walked between the planters around the room.

"I see you've been adjusting to your job quite nicely." He said, watching as the anthurium and calla lily bloomed to perfection next to the goddess. "You were bumpy there at the start, but we all were when we started too. I would know, I've been around more than long enough."

She shrugged, her free hand brushing the stem of a straggler and giving it an extra push. "I didn't think about the responsibilities that came with the job when I was younger. I've grown into them though. That's all that matters. Shame this party happens in winter too, i'm always so tired around this time of year." She sighed, watching him nod before continuing. "How is your temple, by the way? I haven't been able to visit in a while."

"I currently have it under construction, adding a wing for special items of interest. I get rather interesting offerings anymore, and I would like a proper place to display the best of them." She nodded, sipping her wine and glancing over the room at the planters she's hit already.

The difference was telling. The mortals had chosen wonderful flowers this year, though perhaps less classy and refined than years previous. They never asked for her input on the flowers, which was why she took to playing with them to spite the mortals, reminding them.

It was always the mayor of the city that organized their celebration room, though they shifted their chosen location on more than one occasion, as getting a fresh view wasn't something they were immune to after all. The mayor, or however the leader of their chosen area was called, always pulled in top tier designers, artists, caterers and musicians. Despite the times changing and the demand for live music declining, she had yet to see a dj at any of their celebrations. She wondered if they maybe thought of them as old people.

"You've done excellent work." She turned back to him, quirking a brow in question to make him continue. "The flowers. I know you used to play with them for fun, but you do it out of spite now. I do agree with you though, they could have done better with the selection this year. As nice as anthurium is, its not exactly the best bloom for an event like this."

She laughed, gazing out over the room again. "Yes, I think they should have just stuck with what they knew worked. The roses last year were lovely. I hear they were given by Fen. I do love visiting his gardens, the blooms are always so lovely and fragrant. I… who is that?"

She points to another rather tall individual, his bright clothing contrasting the others around him as he seemed to converse happily with a few handmaids that were here with their deities. She hears him hum before sighing heavily, making her turn to him and observe his distain for herself. "That would be Splendor. He was in my old pantheon with me."

It was almost as if saying his name caught his attention, regardless of the room being full of noise from chatter and music. His attention flitting around the room before he caught sight of Slender. She watched as he smiled, excusing himself from the company of the women he was talking to before making his way over in an excited rush. "Goodness, old friend! Its been a long time."

It wasn't uncommon for Slender to despise company. Often walking away from conversations if they served him no purpose, finding very few people worthy of his time. But this was different, he was obviously showing distain for the situation, but he wasn't walking away. "It has, yes. I observed your sudden disappearance, though I suppose it was just a temporary slumber. I can only assume your role hasn't changed?"

"Well, just a bit. I don't have the sun anymore…" Splendor seemed a bit on edge about it, showing his discomfort before slipping back into joy. "But everyone's roles change on occasion. After all, you adapt or someone else becomes you, right? I was inactive for a bit, it seems I slept for quite some time before my following kicked back up."

Slender hummed, allowing the conversation to steep in silence as he absorbed this new information, allowing Splendor's attention to shift to her. "Oh! How could I be so rude? My name is Splendor, god of joy and music. I love your dress by the way, absolutely lovely!"

She blushed, glancing down at her dress before brushing a gentle hand over the flowers on her yellow skirt. "Thank you, I grew them myself."

Slender sighed, gesturing towards True before continuing. "Splendor, this is True. Goddess of fertility and flora. Now, because you have both hit it off so well, I am going to go. As I have talked to at least three people and can say I socialized before going home. It's been… nice to see you again, Splendor."

Before he could make his leave though, True asked who the third was, as he had been with her for the whole party. Arriving after and apparently leaving before even she did. If it was any other event she might feel slighted at being brushed over to the next person that walks over, but this was normal behavior for the old spirit.

"You know the plants count, True." His tone sprinkled with light humor despite his stern demeanor. Leaving the two of them to watch as he left the room in a brisk manner, as to not attract attention from the others.

There was a moment of awkwardly standing there before True spoke up. "Well, if you'd like to stick with me, I'm going to the next planter now." She made a vague motion towards a planter that stood not five feet away, the anthurium in that pot admittedly looking nice, but she could still stand to improve them.

His eyes widened and he seemed excited to see what she could do, making her stifle a laugh as she was capable of more than literal party tricks. "I would love to! I haven't seen a lot of what this pantheon can do, but I would love to see your work."

Her laugh was soft as they walked together, pausing for him to take a drink off of a tray that a mortal was carrying around before continuing on their way.

"It's natural for me at this point. I don't even need to touch them anymore, but I enjoy them too much to give that up." Her gaze was gentle and kind as her fingers brushed up the stem of a calla lily, watching the flower perk under her attention.

His soft gasp made her turn to look, catching his awed expression as he took the improvement in. "Amazing… I might write something for that. If you'll allow me of course."

"Write something?" She cocked her head to the side slightly before remembering what he said he was. "Oh, you mean music. You want to write a song?"

He nodded, smile firmly in place as he continued. "Indeed, though it may take me some time. As inspired as I am by your power, I know so very little about you. I should learn more before making a song about you."

She flustered, trying to cover it up by averting her gaze, giving the flowers more attention than she really needed to. She shouldn't be acting so surprised. She's a goddess, of course a song would be made at some point.

Maybe it was how he proposed the idea of the song? Maybe it was because it wasn't some mortal man writing it, but in fact another god? Maybe it was because she had done such a small thing and inspired a god like herself to write something about her?

She smiled, collecting herself quickly before looking back at him. "Well, I'll admit I'm not exactly at my peak right now. Winter is usually when I rest, exceptions are made for social gatherings like this, of course. Though… perhaps you'd like to visit me in Spring? All my work will be in full swing then. I doubt a flower pot party trick will hold a candle to what you see then."

Fake. Pulling on a mask of false self inflation. Her status as a smaller goddess was not something she forgot. No matter her title as the goddess of fertility and flora, she was not as strong as say the god of the underworld. Her circle of praise was smaller than most, but she was highly influential and quite important. Everyone recognized that, but being so young and new to her role, only having adjusted recently? It was only natural most dismissed her.

He didn't seem too upset, almost quite literally lighting up when she gave him an invitation to her fields. "You're serious? I'm invited to your temple?"

He acted like it was an honor. She could swear stars were in his eyes as he near bounced in place, excitement appearing to get to him. "It would be an honor to have you, Splendor."

He danced in place a little, making her laugh a bit before he took her hand in his, bringing it up to leave a kiss on the back of her knuckles. "No madam, it's an honor to have an invitation. I do hope we run into each other again soon, but it looks like your being flagged down by an old friend of mine."

She looked in the direction he pointed, finding Fen sitting at a table and smiling at them like a cat that caught more than just a couple of canaries. An old friend of his? Would that mean Fen is older than she thought he was? Didn't Slender say his old pantheon? Hold on, were all her friends old gods?

Her eyes were wide as she looked back at Splendor, frozen in quiet awe and only slight fear. What business did an old god have with someone as green as her? Why would he want to be friends with a goddess like her? "Like I said, it's been a pleasure. I've already talked to Fen, so I'll be on my way now. I hope you enjoy the rest of the party. See you in Spring!"

His smile was warm and sincere as he walked off, probably in search of other new pantheon gods and goddesses to talk to. Watching him so effortlessly work the crowd with stars in her own eyes. He made it look so easy.

"Whatcha lookin' at little one?" True startled slightly as Fen's deep voice spoke from behind her, not expecting him to have snuck up on her before she could make her way to him.

She huffed, collecting herself and brushing her hands over her skirts gently before replying. "Nothing, just… I met your friend."

His smile turned slightly evil as he bent over her, making her feel slightly trapped as his voice rumbled through her. "I saw. You seemed to hit it off well. Very well."

She flushed, rolling her eyes and averting her gaze back to the already touched up pot of flowers next to her. "Yeah, well… he's nice."

"Nice, huh? Normal nice, or am I perhaps sensing what I think I am? Do I need to get our pal Tim over here?" She looked up at him, panic ruling her features before her eyes darted around the room. Searching for the mentioned god of love before sighing in relief at seeing him far too busy with his boyfriend, the god of cryptography.

She slapped him lightly on the arm, knowing it would do no harm regardless of how hard she hit him. "Shut up, that was rude."

His answering laugh was teasing as it rolled out of him, almost a purr. "I hear no denial of interest, little one."

She flushed a dark pink, eyes looking up at him innocently despite the butterflies at war in her stomach. "I'm allowed to be interested."

"That you are, little one." He smiled down at her, softer now than before as he brushed a stray hair behind her ear, wary of the crown of blooms resting atop her head. "And with the way you look at each other, well… you'd be a fool to ignore it."

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How They'd Be As Mukbangers:  Harry Potter Characters

How They'd Be As YouTube Mukbangers

James: Every video has a theme.   Like, I'm not even playing.   Holidays?  All kinda of holiday themed food.  Quidditch World Cup coming up?   Things inspired by the country of his favorite team.   Just a random day?  Everything is blue.   He's that type of way.

Sirius:  If a mukbanger was a thirst trap.  I could easily see him really getting into.  Dark background, black gloves, aesthetic as fuck and like, he doesn't even talk.  He just sits there, looks hot and somehow makes eating looking incredibly sexy.  And he fucking knows it.   Bitch also one hundred percent rolls his eyes back when it hits his taste buds.  Licks his lips and his fingers.  Takes way too big of bites.   Most people would say it's cringy how sexual his videos are...but everyone is secret subscribed anyway.  With notifications on.

Remus:  This goes one of two ways.  If he's in a good mood and things are chill, he'll find a recipe, make it to the mother fucking 't' and then have a little mukbang slash review on said recipe.  Nice lil chat.  Sweet tol bean.   Precious. If it's near the full moon there ain't none of that.  Ya boy, brings in his monstrous plate of food, sits it down and just tears into like a fucking beast, no talking.  Just nom nom nom.  Unintentionally thirst traps and people opening talk about when Remus goes beast mode.

Peter:  Candy and sweets channel! Small mukbangs with reviews from different candies from Honeydukes!

Lily:  Lol, Lilypad.  She ain't playing around.  Her videos are planned out, edited and just generally finessed to perfection.  Even had music added to it with tiny vlog segments as it's set up.  It's a little pretentious but she does have a good following.

Marlene:   This bitch.  Fucking competitive eating queen.  Tiny ass lil ho can eat you under the table, bro.   Think RainaIsCrazy on YouTube.  She can fucking smash.  Usually does eating challenges from different resteraunts and competitions.  Often, challenges Remus on his wild days.   He's a beast but she still wipes the floor with him.

Dorcas:  The collab.  Dorcas always has good food and good company.  She's all about sharing a meal with someone and talking about random things.

Alice and Frank:  The couple channel.  It's generally filled with so much fucking cute and the food is always tasty.  It's sickening they feed each other but you also can't help but awww.

Molly Prewett/Weasley:   Family recipes.   Molly's channel are tried and true recipes from the Prewett family.  Cook with me and tons of kitchen life hacks.  Also, that woman can turn a ham sandwhich into a full course meal. Bet.   Always taste tested by Daddy Weasley.  Yes, I said Daddy Weasley.

Lucius Malfoy:  The most pretentious fucking channel to ever exist.  It's a whole fucking production that admittedly he does put a lot of work into.   Somewhat thirst trappy like Sirius' but instead of just having a plain black background he goes out of his way to shove as much of his manor into.   Only eats the most expensive food fucking on the planet and of course, it's prepared by House elves cause he's a twit.  (Yes, I know this is Thranduil but honestly wouldn't put it past Lucius to be this fucking pretentious.)

Severus Snape:  Actually pretty solid content.  His exquisite skills in potions actually made him a rather good chef.   Tasteful shots, edited well with music over everything and subtitles.   Simply audio for the eat portion at the end.  Nothing too fancy for the background.  Often just a very clean kitchen. Solid content though.

The Black Sisters: Mass chaos.  Part vlog, part drama channel, half the time the food never even gets finished because of fights.

Bill Weasley:  The Traveler.   A lot of egyptian food.  Some made by hand.  Some vlogs from street food while he's out just generally doing his job.   Short videos but solid.  He's hot and he picks good food.  It works for him.

Charlie Weasley:  This extra ass bitch.  He's the bitch that does all that outdoor cooking.  You know what I mean.   Shots in the woods, roaring fire.  Lit by a precious dragon child no doubt.  Dragons lounging in the background like those bitches who always have their dogs there.  Yes, I'm jealous.  Close up shots of him cutting things on a custom wood cutting board. Everything he makes causes your mouth to water.  God damn, scarred, freckle faced bastard just gobbles it up and ends every fucking video with a wink.   Charlie Weasley is the ultimate thirst trap and he fucking knows it.

Percy:  Percy's channel could be epic but instead is boring as fuck.  Why?  Because he insist on having the most snooze worthy meals that are 'sensible' and THEN he proceeds to talk about politics.   He actually had a pretty decent following of other like minded individuals but my god- politics and porridge, Percy?  Really?

However, once he chills the fuck out, leaves the ministry to do something else - it's a game changer.  Brings the family on for mukbangs.  Does videos with mummy weasley.  Percy grows his hair out and Bill teases him for being a copy cat.  Much better.  Still talks politics but it's fucking hiliarous and now the food is poppin.

Fred and George:  Alright, this shit right here.   Every fucking bit of it is a self promo for the shop.  Meals inspired by and that would go well paired with 'this product'.  Like, that's the whole thing.  And then they run an add for their shop at the end featuring the product.  It works for them because they're smart, they're hot and they're also wildly entertaining with their constantly sibling squabbling. But yeah.  Big promo for the shop.

Ron Weasley: Honestly, out of everyone.   Ron probably has the most followers and it's because he doesn't say shit while he's eating. He sits down with a massive fucking turkey.  Nods at the camera and just tears it up.   It's literally so satisfying.  All the food is prepared by his mother.  So it's obviously fantastic. ( I just had to use this gif.)

Ginny:   Gin's channel is usually team building videos with the Harpies.  'Cheat Day: Vlog and Mukbang w/the Harpies' type of vibes.  It's cool though and since it's a famous quidditch team the fans enjoy the behind the scenes action and actually drop all kinds of recipes for them to try in the future.

Hermione:  Hermione could easily veer off into Percy's channel of misery when she gets started on her rants but mostly they're really chill videos.  Mukbang and Book Review type of vibe.  Or sometimes even the playing of an audio book while she does her thing.  All in all, wholesome.

Harry:  Lol, I swear.  Fucking awkward bean.   Harry's videos are literally of him making the simplest of things and being so fucking awkward. "Er, well, hi guys.  So I'm about to head out for work.  Running a bit late.  But we're having a bit of toast and jam."  Like it's literally just little videos of him eating whatever throughout the day.  But of course, since he's Harry Fucking Potter- his follower count is astronomical.

Neville:  Now, this boy.  This boy is a goblincore gobbo's wet dream.  Gardening videos with homegrown veg.  Recipes from Grandmother.   Have a nice Veggie Pot Pie with Professor Longbottom in the Hogwarts Greenhouse.  There is a fanbase and it is huge.

Luna: Honestly, the weirdest fucking channel in the world.  Like she finds the weirdest things to eat and goes from there.  But Luna is bae so it's cool.  Also, a thousand percent does Smoke Sesh + Mukbang videos.  You know it's true.

Dean and Seamus:  Literally, eating in the most crowded pubs as they visit football games around the country.  Seamus will definitely pull the Irish card from time to time to have a drinking competition.  He wins everytime.  He may be a little dude but shit- homie can hold his own.

Cedric:  Honestly, it's so fucking pure.   Straight up did videos during his time at Hogwarts in the Hogwarts kitchen.  Such kind little conversations with the house elves.  "Hey, guys.  Thanks for coming back to another video.  Today we're making some really tasty biscuits.  Whispy, one of the talented bakers here in the kitchens, is here to help us today so please say hello to her in the comments."  He'll also always make extra and leave them in the Hufflepuff common room for everyone to enjoy.  Like, it's honestly so pure and he's such a soft boi and oh my fucking geeeeeeerrrrrrdddd!!!!!

Draco: Actually takes it really seriously and put a lot of hard work into it.   Nothing like his father's ego-tistical recipes.   Surprisingly, every. single. recipe. is a muggle recipe.  How would he know?  Because he cross referenced with Granger of course.  Cooks it himself.   No magic.  Lots of random talks.  Just like a monologue of things and it gets kinda deep sometimes.   Like, it's the channel to go to when you need advice that you didn't even know that you needed.   Still eats incredibly proper.   It's that pureblood raising of his.  Old habits die hard.

Tonks:  Pure chaos.  "Hey, today we're having Mum's homemade lasagna and I'm also getting a new tattoo.  Might dye my hair.  Don't really need to since I can do this  but whatever. So yeah, there's that.  Like it's just all over the place and you'd think it would take but the chaos is too good not to watch.  Literally gives herself beaks and snouts while she eats.  It's iconic.

Dumbledore: Mother fucker just sits at his desk, stares straight into the camera and eats a lemon drop.  Like a weirdo.  The video usually no more than a minute and each video is just some variation of that.  Meme lord.

Hagrid:  Tea With Hagrid.  Also, so the recipes suck, they too, but Hagrid is a peach and it's relaxing to see his gentle half giant there in his hut, pumpkin patch out the window and Fang laying by the fire.  It's a mood and he's just like the comforting Dad figure.

McGonagall:  Honestly the best one in the entire world.  She makes a full course traditional Scottish breakfast... and then transforms into her animagus the cat...and promptly knocks it off the table.   A fucking legend.

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For a Match 3 game, Lily's Garden is pretty good! The story and characters are fun, anyway. I enjoy the humor injected into it. The only reason I don't play it more often is that I've gotten so sick of Match 3 games.

Ah so it's pretty much what I figured it would be which was essentially the same concept as Gardenscapes but with different characters. I feel the same way about Gardenscapes and Homescapes, it's like I want to play them because I find them charming but the match 3 thing does get pretty old.

I'll probably play it and review it at some point anyway just because it sooo fits the theme of this blog; Lily would be right after Austin if you asked me to name two mobile game characters before I made this blog. But more than anything I want to go through the whole Lily's Garden ad library to unravel the plot threads I've gotten here and there just seeing the ads in the wild lol.

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Bloom

✧ BLOOM ✧

1,731 words. For @asras3rdeye​. In which Kipling and Dante spend an afternoon in the sun with their daughters. The above picrews are not representative of what Darwin and Rudy look like in this particular fic, but you can still get the general idea.

It was mid-spring in Vesuvia, which meant that it was warm, but not overly hot like it would be in summer. The sky was bright blue, and a few white, fluffy clouds passed overhead on occasion: blown by a gentle breeze that also made the grass, the leaves, and the flowers sway and dance. It was a beautiful day to be outside, and that's precisely where Dante, Kipling, and their two children found themselves.

Well, Dante had only made his way out into the garden behind their home when his children, his daughters, Darwin and Rudy, had run upstairs to beg him to step away from his work with big, pleading eyes. Kipling had merely laughed when her husband stumbled out the back door, Darwin and Rudy chattering excitedly around his legs. Before the two young girls managed to knock her semi-fragile husband into the dirt, however, Kipling stepped in.

Once they managed to extricate themselves from the eager grasp of the two girls who wanted to tug their father every which way to show him all of the new flowers that they had planted with the help of their mother, Dante and Kipling sat down in the sparse shade of a juvenile oak tree. Just to catch their breaths. They both knew that Darwin and Rudy would wander back to them soon, ready to give their parents the "official tour" of a garden that had been planted long before they were born.

"They sure are excited," Dante chuckled, nodding over at Rudy, who was gesturing animatedly to her older sister and pointing every which way. "I saw that the pitcher of lemonade is mostly empty. Did they get into it?"

"They did such a good job helping me that I let them have two glasses instead of one. But to be honest, I don't think that sugar had anything to do with their current energy levels." Kipling nudged her husband. "I think they're just excited over the fact that they managed to get you out of your study."

Dante rubbed his neck, feeling a flush spread across his cheeks. "Gods, do I really spend that much time up there?"

"Only in the afternoons. And only recently—what with that big project you're working on and all." Kipling shot Dante a look. "Which I still can't believe you won't tell me about, by the way."

"If I told you about it, it wouldn't be a surprise anymore!" Dante kissed Kipling's warm, sun-kissed temple. "Nice try."

"One of these days, you'll forget that it's meant to be a surprise and you'll tell me." It was Kipling's turn to kiss Dante, and she carded her fingers through his long black hair as she did; running her tongue across his bottom lip before pulling away. She was pleased to see that his blush was back full-force. "I know you too well, darling."

Before Dante could answer, Darwin and Rudy ran up, evidently having finished sorting out how the "official tour" they were planning to give would run. While Darwin wisely came to a somewhat sliding stop on the grass a few feet away from her parents, Rudy flung herself at them seemingly without a care. The younger of the two sisters wrapped her arms around her parent's necks and she took them down with her, laughing wildly all the while. When they managed to sit up, they all had grass stains on their clothes—Dante and Kipling had them on the back of their shirts, Rudy had them on the front of her shirt.

"Daddy, it's time for the tour!" Rudy said, climbing to her feet. She was so excited that she jumped a few times in place in the grass.

Dante stood up and helped Kipling up as well, he wrapped an arm lovingly around her shoulders. "Is your mom invited on the tour as well?"

"Of course mom's invited," Darwin replied as if it was a no-brainer. "She helped plant a lot of the flowers, too."

"Yeah, I mean, she probably knows their names better than us. We need mom's help."

"Nuh-uh, I memorized all the names."

"But there were so many! I don't think you mem'rized them all."

"Yes, I did! And I'll prove it once we start the tour!"

"Girls, girls, there's no need to fight." Dante placed a large freckled hand on either of his daughter's heads. "Your mom and I are ready for the tour."

"And I promise that I won't say any of the names of any of the flowers unless you ask me for help, Darwin," Kipling added, bending down to pepper her eldest daughter's face with kisses.

"Good, because I won't need any help." Darwin grabbed hold of her father's hand while Rudy grabbed hold of her mother's. "Now, come on!"

Exchanging warm glances, Dante and Kipling allowed themselves to be tugged along by their daughters on their tour of the garden that they were both already very familiar with at that point. Part of having children, they had learned, was to feign a complete lack of knowledge in various subject areas in order to allow their daughters the opportunity to excitedly educate them. They asked questions as though they had never heard the answers before, listened as if it were the first time that they were hearing the information, and their daughters always responded with unbridled excitement.

The warm air smelled of earth, further evidence of the sometimes wild digging that Darwin and Rudy had done while they were planting flowers. The other evidence was the dirt underneath their fingernails (they had refused to wear gardening gloves), the dark soil that was caked to their bare knees, and the clumps of earth stuck in their hair. They would both need a thorough scrubbing in the bathtub later—something that Kipling knew would be like wrangling a wild animal when it was Rudy's turn. Still, she tried to focus on the present, on what her daughters were showing and telling her now.

"This is hibiscus from the Melting World," Darwin said, gesturing to the white, five-petaled flowers with distinctive stamen. "Mommy takes really good care of these."

"Yeah, she won't let us dig near them," Rudy added, blowing an unruly curl out of her eyes. "But she did say she'll teach us to take care of them soon."

Kipling reached out to muss her daughter's curls. "I'll also teach you how to make the best hibiscus tea someday."

"The hibiscus genus is Malvoideae," Darwin said effortfully, looking at her father.

"Wow, that's a very complicated word. I'm impressed."

"I know a lot of complicated words! Come, come, I'll tell you more of them."

Darwin and Rudy tugged their parents over to a bush of pretty pink flowers with delicate-looking petals. It seemed like it was Rudy's turn to introduce the flower in question. "These are azaleas." She beamed and puffed out her chest proudly. "We planted a little bush of them today."

"Their genus is Rhodo...," Darwin trailed off, clearly wracking her brains, "Rho... Rhododendron!"

"Amazing, the two of you did such a good job planting that bush I almost didn't realize that you did it today," Dante praised even though he could see that the soil had been very clearly overturned.

"Next up, we have buttercups!" Rudy crouched down to touch the velvety yellow petals. "I think these are my favourite."

Darwin shot her sister a look. "They're your favourite until a prettier yellow flower comes along."

"So? They're my favourite right now."

"Why don't you tell us what their genus name is, Darwin?" Kipling asked, hoping to get between the sisters before their bickering got any worse.

"Um... Ranunculus?"

"That's right. Very good."

"Oh, wait, I forgot about the lilies," Rudy said, already moving on to another section of the garden. "I think these are my favourite."

"Those aren't lilies, those are daylilies. They're Hemerocallis, I think." Darwin looked over her shoulder to her mother, who nodded approvingly. "Yeah, Hemerocallis."

"Who cares what they're actually called, they're still yellow and pretty."

"I care. So does mom, so does dad."

Rudy rolled her eyes, resisted plucking one of the daylilies and stood up. "Whatever. Let's keep going with the tour."

And so they did. The Bronne family spent the remainder of the afternoon in their garden, with Dante and Kipling walking arm in arm while their daughters alternated between showing off the flowers and getting distracted looking at honeybees who had come to collect pollen. They were shown evening primrose, forget-me-nots, freesia, hydrangea, impatiens, jasmine... basically any and all flowers that were capable of blooming in spring in Vesuvia. As the sun sank lower on the horizon and the sky started to be streaked with colours as brilliant as the blooms all around them, Dante felt his heart swell in his chest.

"What's wrong?" Kipling asked quietly, noticing that her husband had grown a little bit teary-eyed.

"Nothing at all." He paused, taking a deep breath as he turned to look at Kipling directly, taking her hands in his. "I'm building you and the girls a solarium. All this time that I've been spending up in my study recently... I've been working on the plans for it. Budgeting, materials, all of that good stuff."

"Dante," Kipling gasped, briefly bringing her hands to her face before throwing her arms around her husband's shoulders and tugging him down into a passionate kiss that made their daughters go "ewwwww" when they saw. "What prompted this?" she asked when she pulled away, slightly teary-eyed herself

"It kills me to see how sad the three of you get in the winter—when it gets too cold to spend all the time that you'd like to spend outside and when the flowers start to die. So, I thought that by building you a solarium... you'd be able to enjoy spring and summer all the time. Make yourself a garden indoors."

Kipling kissed her husband again, more softly that time. "I- Thank you." She looked over at where Rudy was attempting to wrestle her sister into the grass. "Let's keep a surprise from the girls for now, all right?"

Dante sat down on the back step of their home and pulled Kipling into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, propped his chin on her shoulder as they watched their daughters play: careless and free in the late afternoon light. "My lips are sealed."

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Six Feet Apart (Jason Todd x Reader)

And it hurts to know just how lovely you are

He just couldn't get this commission right. Jason didn't like how his coptic markers were making the picture of the garden appear; the client had asked for a painted design, sending references of Monet and van Gogh; definitely not his typical style, but one he could capture well enough with the right materials. It was easy enough to sketch the lazy pond and the iron gate, vines and lilies dancing around, a picturesque secret garden; adding color to it in the style desired was another endeavor. Dropping his pencil, Jason mussed his hair in aggravation. He knew he would have to paint it to get the full affect. He just didn't want to go to the cozy art store right next door.

You were there. Paint splattered apron, messy hair and pleasant smile, you always waved at him through the glass of your shop, never missing him even as Jason tried to avoid your gaze. It was warm and inviting and so different from his, cool and calm and harsh. He'd caught himself staring, once or twice, as you taught children at the plastic covered table, genuine joy plastering all over your face when they showed you their messy pictures. Your love for your craft was a masterpiece in itself, the glass of your window the frame and you the center focus.

Here's how it would go, Jason knew; he'd walk in, the little bell tinkling overhead, and you'd look up from wherever you were and come to greet him, gentle smiles, maybe a paint smear on your cheek. Jason would be so distracted that his silence would be mistaken for rudeness, and you would slowly just wave him past, telling him to "holler if you need anything!" as you would scurry back behind the protection of the counter.

Jason wanted to blame it on the tattoos, the piercings, the overall demeanor he gave off, but he knew that wasn't the truth; His brothers frequented the place all the time and were all on great terms with you. Deep down he was a good person, but you were just so beautiful you left him shy and tense, standoffish and misinterpreted. If he would just find the courage to speak, rather than grunt at you, he was sure you'd see he wasn't all ink and leather.

"Thinking about the art shop owner again, huh?" Jason jerked upright, flailing for his pencil as it rolled off the counter. He smashed his knee up into the wood and groaned as it thrummed with pain, turning to glare at his brother. Dick had a wide grin on his face, knowing he caught him red handed. "Dude, just go talk to them. They'll forget about the twenty seven other times you were an inarticulate gargoyle, I'm sure."

"Just go talk to them," Jason mocked high pitched and nasally, hopping off the squeaky seat to give Dick the counter. The oldest brother moved to the register, beginning to check the books before they opened for clients. Jason picked up his pencil and threw it at him. "It's not that easy."

"It isn't?" Dick asked, tilting his head to the side. Jason scoffed as Dick teased him, knowing just which buttons to push. "I could do it. The last time (Y/N) and I spoke we had a lovely conversation about Manet."

"That's because you're you! Clean cut and approachable and all that bullshit. And you like Manet. Not my style, you know that," Jason sulked over to the leather couch, grumpy all of a sudden. "We'd never mesh."

"Says the guy working on a thigh piece designed to look like a painting," Dick checked his watch. "Which, by the way, you might want to get moving on. At least be able to show them some color today. Art store opened at eight."

Jason had no choice. He knew he didn't; so he sucked it up and shrugged into his leather coat, at least masking the two sleeves on his arms. Nothing he could do about his tattooed hands. Grumbling, he snatched his aviators from the counter, a shield to hide behind. "I should have passed this one to Damian."

"You're better at color," Dick said dismissively. "Be gone. And be nice."

Stepping out into spring, he let out a melancholy sigh and slipped on his sunglasses as he turned to stare at the six feet of sidewalk separating your shop fronts. It was a death march; each time he raised his boot up and hit the tarmac, his heart began to pound harder and harder, blood rushing through his ears.

This was ridiculous.

That damn bell tinkled overhead and he froze at your call of "I'll be right with you!" that came from above. Looking up, he saw you teetering above on a wheeling ladder, haphazardly extended for a pesky canvas just out of your reach. Jason shoved his hands in his pockets, watching attentively as you shimmied further and further, toes stretching on the rung.

"Oh, you darn thing!" You muttered to yourself, giving one last lunge for it. The ladder gave a dangerous shake, and Jason took a cautious step forward. Your fingertips brushed the edge and you made a wild snatch for it, cheering when you had it in your grasp. It was short lived as the ladder twisted, off balance and teetered on a wheel because of your actions, and you gave an alarmed yelp. Your arms flailed and the ladder skirted out from underneath you. Pulling the canvas over your face, you braced for the fall, face scrunched as you anticipated the landing.

"Oof," Jason grunted as he caught you, and you moved the canvas away from your face to look up at him. You felt your ears flare red at how close he was, how tight he had you. Gaping, you were starstruck by the man holding you and his vibrant tattoos, which, to your disappointment, he had mostly covered today. The ones on his neck and hands were still visible.

You had always thought he was so beautiful. His physical appearance wasn't anything to sneeze at, sure, but his style and presence was something you envied. He commanded control of any room he walked into, illustrious confidence only bolstered by the ink swirling up and down his arms, his neck, down his chest. He was a walking masterpiece, and he was everything you, the art school graduate, wanted to be.

He didn't scare, you, per se; it was just every time he came into your shop, you felt your tongue turn to wool and you just thought it best to hide behind the counter before you said something totally irreparable. He was infallible in who he was and you were just...you, constant splatters of paint streaked across a basic face with no direction except the art shop. You'd convinced yourself there was no chance, but your mind was having a hard time reminding you of that promise with him close enough you could smell his aftershave.

He was staring at you over his aviators, one eyebrow raised and that just made him ten times more handsome. You were going to pass out from how close he was. The silence, the tension was palpable.

"You have paint in your hair," Jason spoke, breaking the silence and the spell, before closing his eyes and stifling a low groan. Why. Why was that the thing he chose to say to you when you were nestled perfectly in his arms? If he was Dick, he would have come up with a perfect pick up line for the situation.

"O-oh! Yeah, haha, that...that happens a lot when I get excited but you probably don't want to hear about that so," you rushed, a scrambling mess of limbs and legs and canvas as you rolled out of his arms and onto your feet, materials clutched to your chest as you backed up. He rose from his semi crouched position, tugging at his coat as he moved his glasses to his head. "So, uh, what...can I help you with today?"

Jason swallowed, rubbing his sweaty hands on his jeans. "Uh, acrylics, if you have them."

Your head popped up from behind the counter, curious. "Acrylics? No copic markers?"

"No, not this time," Jason took a deep breath, gut tightening. He could do it. Normal conversation. "Client wants a piece to resemble a painting."

"Hmm," you pondered, finger tapping against your chin. You swung past him, and Jason caught your perfume and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying not to breathe deeply and look like a clown. "Going for bright colors or muted?"

"Bright," Jason supplied, and you nodded, showing him a shelf with your preference. You pointed out some favored brushes of yours before clasping your hands in front of you and leaving him to browse, watching him subtly from behind your magazine. Your mind was buzzing; you finally had an opening to talk to him in thanking him for catching you. Could you do it?

Jason spent longer than he needed picking colors, maybe even buying one too many. He was stalling, trying to think of a conversation to kick up. Deciding on his route to take, he spun sharply on his heel and placed the paint on the counter. He could do it; a little casual talk here, see where it went.

When he came up to purchase, you both spoke at the same time. Sheepish, you smiled bashfully at him and he thought he would turn into a puddle right there. He coughed into his shoulder before squeezing out a passable, "You first."

"I just wanted to say thanks for catching me. I know I'm not a feather!" You chimed, a bright smile on red cheeks absolutely endearing. He'd be sketching that one later. At his silence, you seemed to lose a little steam, so he quickly decided to jump in.

"It was no problem," he spoke, a little less gruff. You were positively radiant.

"Have you ever painted with acrylics before?"

"First time. Prefer watercolors."

"Wow, that's great! I never could get the hang of them," you shuffled your feet, before surging forward. "I could, show you some techniques, if you want?"

No response, just a shocked look from Jason. You shrunk a little as you punched the cash register a little too hard, fumbling the change as you slipped it into his palm. His fingers closed around the bills before he cleared his throat, stammering out a thanks before gathering his bags and moving toward the door.

"Have a good day!" you called out half heartedly, and Jason paused right at the door, hand hovering over the metal. You cocked your head to the side as he turned around. "Did you forget something?"

"I, uh, yeah, actually," Jason cleared his throat. "Would you mind showing me those techniques?"

It was like the sun was in your little shop from how much you lit up. Jason's heart did a flip in his chest, ecstatic at your happiness. You motioned him back to the counter as you pulled out some supplies, showing him tips and tricks and skillfully painting a peony on thick cardstock, vibrant and realistic in front of his very eyes.

"You're very good," Jason spoke earnestly, and you tucked some hair behind your ear in embarrassment.

"I'm okay," you stressed, modestly. "There. I think that's all the basics. If you have any questions, you know where to find me."

"Actually," Jason swallowed, risking it all right here, right now. "I do have one more question."

"Hm?"

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" he pushed out, and you froze, not believing your ears.

"Really?" You squeaked out, and Jason rubbed the back of his neck, shy again.

"I, uh… yeah. If you want to, that is. No pressure," he wheezed, ready to run. But you were diving for a pen, finding no paper except that of the painting in front of you, so with quick strokes you scribbled down your cell number.

"I close up shop at six, like, everyday," you spoke, trotting over to give him the still wet cardstock. Jason held it close. "I'd love to go out with you."

The six feet back to his shop was too quick, steps light and Jason couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Tim looked up from his spot on the leather couch as he walked in, sketch pad abandoned in his lap.

"Holy shit, he actually did it," Tim exclaimed, Dick's nosy head shooting up from behind the desk.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Jason snarked, turning his head and discarding his coat. He gently placed the card stock on his desk and dropped his purchases on the floor. Dick slithered out from around his position, leaning against Jason's station.

"You can't fool us, bro," He singsonged, pulling on Jason's shirt. A pretty pink smear of paint was visible against the black. Dick winked at his little brother. "You've got paint on your shirt. Trying to match her already?"

"Shut the fuck up," Jason hissed, no malice behind it as he shoved Dick off his desk. When he was certain he was gone, he picked some unused thumbtacks off the wall and pinned your drying picture right in between his favorite works.

Your first date together went well, you thought, as you tucked yourself into bed that night, unable to stop smiling. A simple walk through the park, coffees in hand as you watched the fountains dance to their own tune. You'd done most of the chatter, but hadn't minded; Jason was simply an attentive listener and preferred to observe. He'd walked you home like a gentleman and you'd parted with a basic hug, with promises that he would see you soon. You were thrilled. Even when you had blabbered about how cool you thought his tattoos were, he didn't seem to mind. It actually appeared to give him confidence, and he even shrugged out of that surely stifling leather coat.

Three months later, bagel and coffee of choice in hand, Jason nudged open the door to your shop with his shoulder, calling for your name. It was early morning, before you were technically open, but you had been leaving the door unlocked for him to stop by on his way to the parlor. He called your name and you answered from the back studio of the shop, where you typically held children's birthday parties.

"Come on back!" Your voice drifted through the open door, and he left the food on the counter for you as he shouldered open the door. He'd never been back here before; the door was shut to clients unless it was needed.

"I brought you...breakfast…," Jason lost his breath, stunned. Along every wall, every surface were paintings; still lifes, portraits, drip paintings, anything. Each one was unique, eye catching and mesmerizing. You were in the middle of the room, perched on a stool, green paint smeared across your nose. "(Y/N), are these all yours?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah!" you chirped, inviting him to look around the room. He traveled through, slowly making his way to you, pausing at some. You fidgeted a little at the scene of a park, wondering if he remembered it.

"Is this our first date?"

"It was such a nice day, and I had a wonderful time," you confessed, putting down your paintbrush. "I didn't want to forget it."

Oh boy, he just fell even harder for you. "How come you don't sell these?"

"I never had much interest," you admitted. "The shop keeps me so busy as well, so I don't really have time for galleries and street fairs, where I would usually take them. I thought about putting them in an auction once, but that fell through."

You stood, walking to the sink to clean your brushes after you checked the time. "Are we still on for tomorrow?"

"Yeah," Jason said, still distracted. You laughed at him, grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the room.

"Come on, silly. I have to open shop. They're always here, you can look at them anytime," you promised, pushing him out of the room as you shut the door. You glanced at the clock. "Didn't you have an early appointment today?"

"Shit, yeah." He bent over and placed a quick kiss to your cheek, rolling his eyes as you pouted. He swept you in for a tender kiss on the lips, laughing as he pulled away. "Not satisfied with just the cheek, hm?"

"Never," you said, low and smooth, and Jason groaned, knowing he had to get away from you now before he didn't leave at all. You fixed him with that hot gaze for a second longer before giggling, giving him one more kiss before shooing him out. "See you tomorrow!"

Jason walked into his shop, tossing his jacket over his station. Dick walked in not too later, and, seeing his brother, made a noise of approval and walked up to him.

"Jason, I want to run something by you," Dick started, and he nodded, telling him to continue. "So the shop isn't doing too bad, numbers wise, but we could always do better. Was thinking we could do some kind of event, something we could do once a month, bring people in to see designs and engage the community a little more."

"What did you have in mind?"

"Not sure yet," the eldest put a hand to his chin, smiling as Jason's first customer walked through the door. "You think on it, let me know if you have anything!"

His client slid into the chair and Jason nodded to them, walking to the back to get some more ink, thoughts still on you. You didn't seem too bothered by what you had said, but there was still a faint longing to your tone. Finding the ink he needed, he pulled on some gloves and got started, transferring the outline to the skin.

"That flower on the wall is really pretty. Did you draw that?" the client asked halfway through the outline, wincing as the needle hit a particular tender spot. Jason murmured an apology before explaining that it had been you who had drawn it. They hummed in thought, then added, "It's really pretty. I'd hang something like that up on my wall. Totally my style."

Their statement stuck with Jason as they were leaving, and he turned his head to stare at the picture you had given him, then around at his own artwork, and Damian's and Tim's, before thoughts began to form and he raised an eyebrow. "Dick? I think I have an idea."

Dick listened intently before smiling and snapping his fingers. "I think that would work perfectly. I assume you have someone in mind?"

Jason just smiled.

Over dinner the next night, you couldn't believe your ears. "W-what?"

"The parlor is doing a local art show. Me and my brothers will be doing small flash designs and we want to feature a local artist," Jason explained, reaching to thread his fingers into yours. "I...was thinking you could be our first featured artist. We'd start after your store closed, and my brother and I could hang the pictures up for you so you didn't lose any time at the shop. Just come over when you're done. If...you were interested."

"I don't know what to say," you whispered, shocked. "You really want my paintings in your event?"

Jason smiled softly. "I don't know a better person to ask."

Locking the door to your art shop two weeks later, you smoothed out the nice outfit you had changed into and double checked your reflection for any paint. Nodding to yourself after you were certain you were clear, you began a long six feet walk to the shop. You'd been in it a handful of times, usually waiting for Jason to finish up, but this would be the first time you went in for an actual event. You had plans for tonight, too; Jason supported you so much, and you thought there was only one thing you could do to return the love.

The parlor was packed; people were crammed around your paintings, and your heart fluttered and swelled; some people were even talking about buying them! You'd been adverse to putting prices on them at first, but Jason had encouraged it, and as you glanced around, you realized that a few were missing. Tim nodded at you from the sink as he finished washing his hands. You caught Dick behind the cash register, wrapping up a rectangle. He waved you over as the customer passed.

"Your paintings are selling like crazy, (Y/N)!" he exclaimed, smiling bright at you. "Hey, maybe you would want to keep one or two in here, full time? People really love them."

"I would be happy to!" You cheered, gripping your bag as you couldn't believe it. This was better than having any of your pieces in a museum; here, displayed with Jason's artwork, they complimented each other in a way you could have only dreamed. Thinking of Jason, you turned to look for him. "Is Jason busy right now, Dick?"

"He just finished up, and he's free for a little," he said, turning. "Did you want me to call him?"

"Oh, no, well, yes, kinda," you stuttered. "I, ah, wanted to get tattooed."

A smile wormed its way onto Dick's face, before he ducked around the corner. "Jason, next flash is here!"

"Alright, alright, don't yell," you heard your boyfriend grumble, footsteps coming nearer. He paused when he saw you, confused. "(Y/N)? You want a tattoo?"

"Well, uh… yes? Yes! You're supporting me so much right now and really gave me an opportunity here and I wanted to do the same," you breathed out, biting your lip. "I've always loved your tattoos, your style. They're so neat and your style is so unique and I really...wouldn't trust anyone else."

"I'm hurt," Tim drawled as he walked past, Jason punching his shoulder.

"If you're sure," Jason said, slowly, leading you back into his studio. His palms were starting to sweat as were yours. You hopped into the leather chair, tucking your legs together as you indicated on your arm where you wanted it. "Any idea as to what you want?"

"Um...no," you said sheepishly. "Just something small and...something me, I guess."

"Something you," Jason mused, before the idea sang to him and he smothered the smile worming itself onto his lips.

"Surprise me," you spoke, although nerves were in your tone. You settled down into the seat, a hand going over your eyes, peeking out at Jason to fix him with a wink. "Needles freak me out, so I'm not gonna look."

You had so much faith in him. He finished his small sketch and outlined it in ink, pressing it against your skin. "Last chance; wanna give it a look?"

"Nope," you gushed, more courage than you actually felt. He heard it and patted your knee, letting you know he was still here. "Let's do it!"

By the time Jason was done, he was sure you'd cut off circulation in his thigh; your hand hadn't left its spot, nails digging in all the while. An hour later, after a few short breaths of pain and Jason's soft reassurances, Jason snapped off his gloves and carefully pried your grip from his jeans, taking your own hand in his.

"All done," he said softly, rubbing out your tense hand, a little unsure all of a sudden. You untucked your head from your shoulder and beamed up at him, arm still a little sore but bearable now.

"Let me see, let me see!" You cried, and he shook his head, never letting go as he reached for the hand mirror on his desk. He offered it to you, and the little gasp that left your mouth and the adoring look on your face settled Jason immediately.

"I love it," you whispered. The little paintbrush and pallet on your bicep was dainty with splashes of color on the bristles and behind it. The lines were smooth and thin, minimalistic but a testament to your passion. You let out a shy smile at Jason. "It's perfect."

He threw an arm behind you and kissed your temple, seizing a moment to take a break resting against you. You were so content, letting your gaze drift around the room until you found the peony you painted for him those months ago. "You kept it?"

"Of course," he said easily, leaning his head against yours. "It's my second favorite work of art."

You thought back to the paintings littering your small shop. "What's your first?"

"You."

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The Fair Play

Summary: After the death of your paramour Ser Caspian Hightower, you couldn't bear to love again. But while you, the Lady Mormont, grieve, others conspire behind the scenes to set you up with your close friend Jaime Lannister. Things seem to work in their favour until you meet Caspian's maternal uncle at his funeral: Oberyn Martell.

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The Stranger sits on her altar, shrouded by the silken, lilac-colored scarf of Ser Caspian Hightower, covering her eyes with her hands. She sits among rose petals and burning candles, the air around it tinted with the aroma of cyprus bark infused into the candle. Here is where you now kneel, a private moment in a sea of unwashed and bald-faced betrayals and heart-wretches. Here you are allowed to mourn, with your back to the locked door of your rooms. Leaning backwards, your hands catch the blanket ripped from your bed frame less than a few hours passed. It still smells like him; like amber and sticky sweet fruits of the Reach. You had started to worry when your incessant paramour hadn't shown his face in nearly a week. It wasn't like him not to come bounding up to you every morning with a new flower to present you by the dozen, one you had never seen from the icy grips of the North. Now you know why he hadn't shown his face. He couldn't. It had been left rotting at the bottom of a hang-cliff, having just missed its gradual slip and slide into the sea a few feet below. A cracked skull was all that had been left of him, all that could be recognized. Whatever other traces of his previous humanity that he had taken with him on the fall to his death the seagulls and other maritime creatures had taken from him quickly. Even those deep, bottomless pools of dark ichor he had for eyes had been pecked out, leaving raw and red gashes in their wake. A cracked skull and some fractured teeth.

The maester had told you his fall was as swift as his death, a candle extinguished nearly as quickly as it had been lit. The flowers he had in hand when he fell had dried, shrivelled, and blown away. You would never see what specimen he had carried with him ever again. Whichever it had been, he had been proud to show it, surely. For that must've been how he had lost his step. He had always been so sure and light-footed, trained by his uncle for a few months at a time in his childhood. He fought like the Red Viper, but with a romance unparalleled.

Surely,  you would never find another romance like his. Spending hours in the gardens picking wildflowers to put through his dark hair that brushed his shoulders, his fingertips digging into your thighs ever so often enough to remind you he wasn't a lifeless doll. That smile when his gaze graced your own grew like the opening of a lily in spring. His skin was always warm, tanned and only rough around the hands where he'd grown calluses from working to be the best second son of a secondary house. To be Caspian Hightower was to be alive, and so to be dead and to be Caspian Hightower was to cease being. Not even he could change that, not with that quick wit and adorable wink could death bring back what it had stolen from him.

Someone was speaking your name. Someone was touching your shoulder. A familiar touch, you noted. Jaime Lannister had come to rely on these touches between the two of you. You'd made him soft around the edges, he thought, but didn't have the courage to sandpaper those edges back on. He liked the softness too much. Watching you weep was another feat of softness. You were bent over at the abdomen, face in your hands, and shoulders shaking. When you came up for breath it split his heart in two. His closest friend was in such agony and there was nothing he could ever do about it. "Please," He whispered, pulling you into his gold-plated chest. You had learned how to make yourself comfortable against such a harsh material since arriving back at King's Landing. He used to hold you with a warm bare chest or at the very least covered in some sort of soft yet dirty cloth. You'd fallen asleep under the stars so many different times this way. "Please stop crying." He murmured against your hairline, his green eyes fluttering closed as you turned to wrap your arms around his neck.

"It isn't right." You sputter against his neck.

"No," He agreed "It isn't fair." The thought of saying 'I warned you' nagged at the back of his brain but he reigned it back in. The capital had been cruel enough to the Lady from Bear Island "You can't stay in here all day." Jaime leaned over and extinguished the candles, letting more smoke waft into the room "At the very least keep your window open." He helped you up to your feet and wiped your tears away, taking advantage of the necessary pause between your sobs as you caught your breath.

"I don't want the fresh air. It smells like shit." You seethed at him, grabbing the blanket from the floor and stuffing your face in it, sitting on the side of your bed.

He tutted your name and knelt in front of you, careful to brush your hair behind your ears. Another familiar gesture. "It's better than choking on smoke. Come on, at least go to the kitchens with me. Have something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"Of course not. But still, you must eat." Jaime's patience had never been his virtue and you were starting to hear it in his voice.

So, you acquiesced "Fine. But I want wine. Lots of it."

"As much as you like, Lady Mormont." He offered his arm, a golden hand sticking out at the end of it. It occurred to him, as he walked down the halls with you, that he must look like a wizened pervert next to you: a lady half his age and freshly heartbroken leaning on his arm.

"Food for the Lady!" He called out as you both found your way to one of the many kitchens in the Red Keep.

"Whatever is on-hand will work just fine." You added, less accustomed to being a commanding force. You remembered a time when you had to ask the kitchen staff nicely for your food or you starved at the end of the table with the other Stark ward and their bastard.

"You're a Lady, Mormont." Jaime reminded you under his breath as he led you to sit down at the sturdy oaken table in the middle of the grand kitchen. "Just because the Starks beat you to submission does not make your status any less."

"I wasn't beaten." You mutter under your breath, taking a roll of bread and picking at it.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"I said I wasn't beaten, you prick." You rolled your eyes and threw the bread roll at him. Jaime remarked you may be the only person in the world who could do that to him without consequence.

"So what were you then?"

"I was a ward." Your chin pointed higher "To Lady Catelyn Stark."

"Not a very good one." There was a pregnant pause before he managed to make you laugh.

"No, I suppose I wasn't a very good ward. I let you out, didn't I?"

"I am thankful for it every day, Cubby." Cubby, another familiar touch. Of course, your house sigil was a bear, but to denote your youth Jaime had taken up calling you a cub, his cub. Lion's had cubs too, after all.

Food arrived, an assortment of beans in a thick stew of some sort, breads with an array of different spiced butters, and wine to wash it all down. "Perfect weeping food. Come on, eat up." Jaime said despite you staring daggers at him for the comment.

"Do you think," You spoke between spoonfuls of beans "that the funeral will be here or at Hightower?"

"Surely it'll be at Hightower. Besides, it's bad luck to have a funeral precede a wedding. Cersei wouldn't stand for it." Of course, Caspian had only been at King's Landing in the first place to attend the long-awaited wedding of King Joffrey Baratheon and Lady Margaery Tyrell. It was still highly anticipated. Half of the guests had yet to arrive, including Caspian's own family from his mother's side: the Martells of Dorne.

"Is it?" You rose a brow.

"Is it what?"

"Is it bad luck?"

Jaime shrugged "I don't actually know but I'm sure that'll be the party line. Besides, it's not like there's much of him to transport back." Jaime said it and as soon as he did he regretted it because then he had to watch your bottom lip quiver and your eyes blink quickly "Cubby, I...I apologize. That wasn't...That was not what you needed to hear." He took your hand in his across the table and sighed, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb- another familiar touch.

"I might go." You sniffled with a shrug, splitting a piece of bread in two with your hands "I might follow the procession to attend the funeral."

"I can not follow." Jaime spoke, his voice tinted in concern "Are you sure that is wise? You will be on your own."

"Why won't you follow?" Your question was cut off short by a presence in the kitchen, a tall mass of a woman with bright blonde hair and eyes of azure, glinting like her silver armor. "Brienne." You smiled but she averted your gaze. "Brienne," You stood, but she made her way back out of the kitchen from whence she had arrived in a clamor. You sat back down, head bowed.

"Found out you lied, did she?"

"The truth has its way of making itself known. If I really had been pregnant when I told her, my belly would be the size of a wild boar by now."

"You can't just tell her you lost it?"

"That would've been a bright idea if I had not already confessed, Jaime. Thank you." You rolled your eyes. "At least you can pretend you weren't in on the lie. Be as shocked as she was."

Jaime shrugged and met your gaze with a small smile "It doesn't matter to me that much."

"Why would it? Brienne isn't angry at you, is she?" You all but stuck your tongue out at him. "It's not like I had much of a choice anyway. She was going to bring me back for execution!"

"You don't have to convince me. I would have done the same." Jaime finished his bowl and pushed it to the side, leaning on his elbows over the table "She'll come around, Cubby. You shouldn't worry yourself over her opinions."

"She's my friend, of course I worry about her opinion. What sort of advice is that?"

"Fine." Jaime stood, grabbing a kitchen towel and wiping his mouth and hands with it "She'll come around." He said, making his way to your side of the table. He leaned down, holding the back of your head, and pressed a kiss to your brow "You're too fragile, Cubby. You break at the slightest of wind changes."

You bit your lip and held your head higher, meeting his gaze "I do not." A fragile little girl wouldn't have survived a year in the wilderness of Westeros, knight present or no. "Jaime," you caught his attention as he was leaving the kitchens "why won't you come with me to Hightower?"

"The king needs me here." The knight spoke, still resigned to his post with the white cloaks.

"No, he doesn't."

Jaime sighed and closed his eyes, shifting on his feet.

"She needs you, though." Cersei. It was always going to be Cersei, and no other. Poor fools, the both of you.

"Yeah." He nodded and walked out, a bit of a stormcloud brewing over his head.

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