synopsis. with all your time ensconced in the library, too caught up in your books, lyonel knows just how to get your attention.
tags. fluff and humour, soft!lyonel, suggestive themes, established relationship, married banter, bookish!reader, a knight dilf of the seven kingdoms
gif by not-tootall & divider by cafekitsune
"The servants tell me you skipped your meals. Said you've spent all day devouring these books instead."
His gruff voice cut through whatever thick cloud of imagination your head floated in, using a tone that you recognised only surfaced when he was with more honourable company, and hinted at a reminder of his indisputable authority.
Your gaze never left the pages. "How was the hunt?"
You heard Lyonel only let out a soft sigh then, leather boots clicking against the stone floors. He crossed the room, over to the chair where you sat comfortably by the hearth.
Two calloused fingertips reached gently for your chin, slowly guiding your head to turn, until you finally tore your eyes away from the book nestled in your lap, meeting his steady gaze.
"My love," Lyonel tried, softly this time, slightly urging with his tone. "You need to eat." His thumb brushed over your chin in small strokes. "Come with me downstairs. Supper is being prepared as we speak."
From behind, late afternoon sunlight pooled through the tall windows, catching a swirl of dust particles near the old bookshelves. You break from his touch, eyes returning down to your lap, tracing a finger across the top edges of your book. Only a few hundred pages to go.
"Perhaps later," you replied airily. "Did the servants mention I wish not to be disturbed, either?"
Lyonel huffed out a laugh. "Not even sparing your lord husband?"
A quiet chuckle escaped your lips, but you didn't respond further, instead quickly picking up where you left off.
There was a beat of silence.
Lyonel shifted on his feet, drumming his fingers against the curve of your chair. He swept a glance around the library.
In all his years living in Storm's End, you'd think he'd have explored every nook and cranny of the castle, even just from scampering around in the days of his youth. He rarely came up to this part of the tower, and the library alone was a room he had never quite acknowledged its existence of—that was, until your marriage, and you had claimed the small space like it was a fortress of your own, practically barricading yourself with all these books when you had no other duties to fulfil.
He glanced back at you, still in a state of perfect serenity. Heaving a sigh, his patience fell through.
"Alright! Enough of that."
Lyonel snatched the book out of your hands.
You shot up from your seat. "Hey!"
The corners of his lips tugged upwards. "What's this you're reading anyway that's depriving me of your attention, hm?"
Horror flashed across your face. You sprang forward, but Lyonel sidestepped you almost effortlessly. He extended his arm so the book was out of your reach, eliciting a laugh as he watched you try multiple times to take it back—and fail.
"Lyonel, please—"
"Oh? Something I shouldn't know about?" he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his features. "Now you've got me truly curious."
You went so far as to clutch at his linen doublet, but Lyonel only seemed to be enjoying your desperate attempts, his arm stretching further behind as you pawed at his chest. Finally, he managed to catch a glimpse of the leather-bound cover, and his jaw went slack.
"A Caution for Young Girls?" he said, almost in wonder. "But darling, this is—" You both came to a standstill, and a spark of excitement suddenly shone in his eyes. "Oh, this is obscene. You mean to tell me you've been reading this filth all day?"
"Among other things!" you insisted, frowning, feeling a heat creep up your ears. You motioned your head to the few books stacked beside your chair—which were, of course, nowhere as lewd as the one your husband had seized.
Believing his guard was now lowered, you pounced once more. "Give it—" But Lyonel's reflexes were quick, and he took a sharp step backward, chuckling like a roguish child.
"I've only heard the smallfolk rave about such eroticism, no less written by a handmaid of Alysanne Targaryen," he said with a smirk, running a hand through his tousled curls. "You know, my love, if it is an outlet of release you're seeking, you could've just asked."
"Yes, I know, I know—" you replied, now defeated, and released an exasperated sigh. "Will you please just return me my book, Lyonel?"
Something brewed in his eyes then, the same fervent look when he was about to indulge in merrymaking.
"Hmm," he pondered innocently—or rather pretended to. "No."
Your brows scrunched in confusion.
"You'll have to catch me first."
You caught seconds of the most smug grin on Lyonel's face before he bolted for the door.
You groaned inwardly—as endearingly frivolous your husband was, that also meant you had no choice but to participate in his antics.
Cursing under your breath, you gave chase.
Storm's End had stood for centuries, but its thick grey walls had never witnessed such wayward amusement until the ruling of its current lord and lady. The castle itself was a symbol of strength, housing respect for all its inhabitants and casting a seriousness upon the stag—now it echoed with comical shouts and boisterous laughter, almost as if young love had never faded.
Footsteps striked against the ground, one set after another, as you dashed down the stairs and scurried through the cobble hallways. It was an endless blur of stone pillars and fresh torches burning in the sconces. You focused only on the salt-and-pepper curls in front, flying wild and untamed—oft a wonder how Lyonel was still so full of vim and vigour.
He made a sharp turn then, and you followed suit, whirling down another flight of steps. The faint sound of waves crashing against rocks at the cliff's base could be heard, and light now spilled through the open corridors. You rounded the last corner, but the sight of the Storm Lord running past must've left a servant dumbstruck and stationary, and you nearly knocked over the tray of hot food she was carrying.
"Sorry!"
You quickly uttered an apology, darting straight for the dining hall where Lyonel led you inside.
But just when you were about to gain on him, he suddenly came to a halt. Lyonel spun around, and his lower back hit the edge of the table.
"Oof!"
You crashed into his chest.
A hand immediately steadied your waist.
For a moment, neither of you spoke, adrenaline washing over as you both fought for your breaths. Your heart was hammering against your sternum, and though you wanted to scowl at the affectionately irritating man for causing you such unnecessary exertion, the corners of your mouth couldn't help but twitch upwards.
Lyonel was already smiling. Messy grey ringlets fell over his forehead. His chest was still heaving, and he only stared at you intensely, as if deep in thought.
His gaze dropped to your slightly parted lips.
"You know what the hunting party spoke of?" He met your eyes again, speaking coarsely between laboured breaths, "They say I'm trapped in a loveless marriage. Because you're more taken with your books than you are with me."
Lyonel's tone hinted at a jest, but you could tell he wasn't entirely unbothered by the remarks made.
Safe to say, they were a needless concern.
"That's not true," you replied, scoffing lightly. "Do you think I would've entertained you this long if it was?"
"Then—" His features softened. "You do love me?"
Your heart rate slowed to a steady rhythm. You tucked a stray lock behind his ear, pretending to sigh deeply. "Unfortunately, yes."
A grin tugged at his mouth. His other hand drew out your book from behind his back. "Promise me you'll have something to eat first," Lyonel said, voice warm and rough, gesturing to the rich spread of food now splayed on the long table.
You chuckled. "I promise."
"And—" His arm pulled back a little, just before you could reach for the book. "Give me a kiss."
You were well aware of the several pairs of eyes and ears present with you in the hall—servants streaming in from the kitchens, a cupbearer filling wine just across the room.
Regardless, you leaned in to take Lyonel's lips between yours, feeling his beard tickle your jaw. His shoulders immediately relaxed, and no sooner than two seconds later his mouth moved to slant against yours, kissing you deeper and more eagerly, as if his one-day trip into the nearby woods had deprived him of you for many moons.
When you eventually pulled away, you swore Lyonel still held the same besotted expression from the day you first met.
It occurred to me that some people missed the fact that Ekko and Powder are already in a romantic relationship in the AU even before Arcane Ekko came in, so here's a thread:
First moments they have, Powder is already invading his personal space and is very touchy. Could be taken from the fact that Pow is touchy in general. But after the dance it gets more intimate.
2. There was no need to hold his hand but the girl has to talk her to her man asap, then adding another touch of comfort after she scolds him for not sleeping properly.
3. They draw each other with/in hearts and apparently also give each other flowers with 'I <3 YOU' notes.
4. Someone "just crushing" wouldn't be able to be this confident when approaching said crush.
4.5. Extra detail: Powder's shoes having original Ekko's outfit colours matches when Ekko had Jinx's stripes on his own during the battle.
5. She was WAY too casual during the first lean in, almost as if it wasn't the first time they've done this. Note: she's already aware there's something going on with Ekko and backed away when he did because she didn't wanna push him.
6. That's because it wasn't the first time, per confirmation on Ekko's part. He probably asked Heimerdinger what his relationship was with Powder along the way, leading him to ask the 'first time' request when kissing her was no longer avoidable.
Here is some drawings for a contest, it's been a while since I have posted here 💜💜💜
So I present you Hosarptée Reult
The P in her first name is silent by the way 👀
She is a little witches who can see the future, but she got some galaxy vitiligo, which means she was raised away from other children, so she cannot be harassed.
She decided to leave her home and explore the world, mostly to accumulate knowledge.
During her little adventures she met a guy named Raes, who's taught her how to fight with her magic.
[Hosarptée is actually the name Astérope, and Raes is the name Arès, so greek mythology on its way]
Jason likes that you need him. He goes weak in the knees when you ask him to open containers because “the top must be stuck.” He can’t help but smile and give a gentle “of course, baby.”
He likes how you drape yourself over him throughout the day. He’s always touch starved, and it gives him butterflies to think that you want him as much as he does you. He doesn’t care to have personal space when it comes to you.
Whenever he gets the chance, Jason cooks for you. He looks up recipes to try out and beams when you compliment him. Whenever you bake, he eats it all in like 48 hours or less. “Sorry, baby” he’ll say placing a kiss on your cheek. “It was too good. I couldn’t resist.”
Sometimes, he has nightmares but waking up next to you is a life saver. Once he was confused and grabbed you wrist a little too hard leaving a bruise. He begged for forgiveness and banished himself to living room for a couple of days. Occasionally, he thinks about it, plants gentle kisses there, and gives a soft “so sorry, baby. It’ll never happen again.”
Jason never yells. Even if you’re arguing, he never raises his voice at you. You yelling literally doesn’t phase him in the slightest, and, to be honest, angry you is super cute and attractive to him. Despite this, he doesn’t act with the intent to upset you. Sometimes, he’s just a dick.
He’s such a loverboy. The two of you have weekly dates and he’s always bring you back chocolate and flowers. He’ll write poems and love notes and leave them on the night stand for you to find when you get home or wake up. He blushes when he finds little love notes you left in his bag and makes a mental note to thank you for it later. You put a cat sticker on his bike, and it’s his favorite thing. He added a heart sticker next to it because “you love cats, coincidentally, you’re kinda cat like, and I love you. It works out perfectly.”
It had been years since he celebrated his birthday, so when you decided to dedicate the day to him, he nearly cried. At the end of the night, you gave him a locket with pictures of the two of you and your cats. You had Eternal Sunshine engraved on the front because “This time with you have been the brightest and warmest days of my life.” At that point, he actually did cry. “You mean the world to me, baby” he told you through tears with his head buried in your neck. “I’d do anything for you. My heart’s always been yours. I swear it.”
Imagine jason doesn't drive anywhere when he's with (y/n), so like they are getting ready to see a movie and (y/n) is just like "ill drive" or after family dinner Jay tosses you the keys.
And the rest of the fam start giving him shit for it; "big tough Red Hood gets his SO to drive him everywhere," and jason just shrugs because, "ya well, my learners expired and they don't like breaking the law, so..." and jaws kinda drop because the realization that jason died before passing his drivers test..
Summary: Jason comes back late from patrol and finds some competitors for your affection.
Warnings: none really, just full of fluff.
Notes: Story inspired by crystal_tiim3 on ao3. Now I want a Red Hood plushie. Why would I do this to myself??
Word count: 559.
It was late into the night when Jason finally finished patrol. He moved from building to building, impatiently trying to get back home to you as fast as he could. You'd probably be asleep by now, maybe passed out on the couch after trying to wait up for him. Jason always found your attempts endearing, but a little guilt gnawed at his heart, knowing you stayed up so late for him.
He entered the apartment quietly, making sure not to wake you if you were asleep. The lights were off, with only the dim glow from the bedroom lamp peeking through the hallway and lighting up the space. Jason shuffled out of his clothing, feeling a sense of freedom after taking off his jacket. He was too tired for anything else, so he headed for your shared bed where you were peacefully dozing off. Jason thought you looked adorable with your messy bed hair, pieces of it covering your face, and your mouth slightly open.
Then he noticed it. A small red plushie in your hands, hugged close to your chest. Jason took a closer look and realized it was a Red Hood plushie, complete with the jacket, the red helmet, and all. It even had angry little downturned white eyes shaped like triangles.
Jason stared at the plushie. No—he glared at it. The plushie seemed to return the glare, almost mocking him. I'm where you want to be.
He wondered where you found it in the first place. Who makes plushies of the Red Hood? He's not the most... marketable vigilante. Maybe it was a kid he saved who had enough time to take in the details of his attire, because the plushie was strangely accurate. How much did it even cost? Was it worth it? It seemed so, from the way you were gripping it for dear life.
Did you miss him? Is that why you bought it? The thought warmed Jason's heart, but the realization that a plushie was currently hoarding his well-deserved cuddles after a long day didn’t sit right with him.
Jason tried to move the plushie away from your hands, but you whined in your sleep and pulled it back. He grumbled. He wanted to sleep in your arms, and he wasn’t losing to a goddamn plushie.
He tried again, this time quickly shoving his arm where the plushie was so you wouldn’t even notice it was gone. Good. Jason gave the plushie a smug grin before flinging it to the other side of the bed. He snuggled up to you, and finally, he could feel sleep catching up to him.
–
Morning arrived, and you blearily opened your eyes. "Jay?.."
You could feel an arm over your waist and found the very real Jason Todd in your arms, sleeping peacefully. His chest rose with every quiet breath.
You admired him for a while before a certain plushie caught your attention. It seemed to be on the other side of the bed, facing up.
He got jealous of it, didn’t he?
You couldn’t help but find all of this endearing. You turned your attention back to the sleeping form of the very real Jason Todd in your arms. You moved his messy hair away from his forehead, a few strands flying loose. You gave his forehead a small peck before settling back and wrapping your arms around him.
But reader have Pcos, and try to hide it from Jason. Mostly the fact that they have hirsutism and felt very self conscious about it. So every day they try to erase the hint of their Pcos.
And one day he just came to their house unannounced, and find them waxing their facial hair...
