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Into Oblivion
A/n - Hey so I wanted to do a one off, but this is very much turning into a series so enjoy my Princess! Reader Knight! Cody series!
Pairing - Princess! Reader/Knight! Cody
Genre - Angsty Romantasy :3
Warnings - None? Not really for this part anyway, just some angst!
Summary - He would follow her into oblivion is she asked, but would she follow him?
Word Count - 2.3k
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It was late when she had come home, the crescent moon cradle hung low in the sky, shrouded in a thicket of gray clouds, illuminated by a flurry of wayward stars speckled wherever they so pleased. The horses began to slow their trot, and the carriage slowed to a stop. She was home, after nearly 7 days of travel, but she was home nonetheless. It took everything in her to gently step out of her carriage, when every fiber in her being was screaming at her to hurry. There was only one person she wanted to see more than anyone, and that was her guard. Her Cody.
Pushing past her crowd of servants, she hastily made her way down the east wing corridor, the smile on her face growing with each step. It had been almost 2 whole years since she had last seen him. She wondered, what had he done in her absence? Had he missed her? Did he ever think of her? Did he ever- she couldn't help the flush that spread down to her chest at the thought. Reaching his chambers, she bothered not with knocking, instead pushing open the door with all her might, her nerves on fire with anticipation. Surely he would be waiting for her. Though he was nowhere to be found. Scoffing, she made her way towards his bed, letting herself fall onto the plush mattress, her smile now souring to a frown. Surely he knew that she would be returning, did he not?
Perhaps he was off with some maid, or he had found some noble woman he much preferred, a woman without duty, without responsibility, a woman who could belong only to him, and not to a whole kingdom. How could she even begin to blame him if he did? Facing the ceiling, soul laid bare on his mattress, she covered her eyes, begging herself not to weep. And yet still, freely her tears flowed. Furiously, she wiped them away. She was to be queen; there was no need for her to weep over some lowly guard, not when she would no doubt be marrying some foreign king. But oh, how she ached at just the thought.
Lay Your Soul Bare
Pairing - Cody Rhodes/Plus Size Fem Reader
Genre - Smut 18+ MDNI
Word Count - 3.9k
A/n - Totally self indulgent fic, I love Cody Rhodes and yeah that's it
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It was late when they came back home from dinner. The pale moonlight streamed in through the fluttering curtains, layering the room in an almost hazy glow. Cody had gone straight to the kitchen as soon as they got home, mentioning something or another about a glass of wine for the evening, while Y/n made her way to their bedroom. She could feel her heart practically leaping out of its confines, breath heavy, and hands shaking. Her shirt felt too tight, her stockings prickly against her skin. With a shaky breath, she willed herself to look up, to meet her own gaze in the mirror, her eyes suddenly being caught in mesmerizing puddles of sky blue. Cody had snuck up behind her at some point. His eyes held a soft look, a warm smile on his lips as he gently placed his hands on her hips before resting his chin atop her head. He looked at her fondly, a look reserved only for her. She never understood it, couldn't comprehend why, of all women, she was the object of all his desires, but she was. Cody made sure to tell her every morning that he was obsessed with her, all of her. It was a foreign concept for her, a plus-size woman with no prior romantic experiences under her belt. Up until Cody, she hadn't even had her first kiss, much less an actual boyfriend.
A Moment in Time
A/n - Long time no see! I've been in a writing mood as of late and came up with this little number :3 Might post more, might not, we'll see how i feel ;~; This is also cross-posted on my AO3, where I may or may not be posting more :3 My user over there is Karasela for anyone who wants to check it out!
Rating - Mature/18+ MDNI
Content Warnings - None that I know of? Just two consenting adults yearning :3
Word Count - 4K+
Pairing - Dick Grayson/Fem!Reader
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It wasn't fair. Not when he held her in his arms that godforsaken night, tears streaming down the apples of her cheeks as you both cradled each other beneath a crescent moon, bodies tangled in silk. He could still smell the lotion that clung to her skin, and later marred his sheets. Could taste her pomegranate lip gloss, smell her shampoo, could feel her. Dick remembered everything from that night, the way her inexperienced body responded to his every touch, every whisper along the shell of her ear, every nip to her thighs. He could still remember the ghost of his name on her lips, feel her perfectly manicured hands tangling in his hair as her essence coated his tongue. That night had been nothing short of magical, and yet, right on the cusp of agonizing.
They were sixteen when Dick had heard she was bound for Europe, tied to it with a little red string. Of course, no one expected anything less. She was a child prodigy, the center of Gotham's affections since her debut in the Gotham concert hall at just six years old. Of course, Europe wanted her, and no one else would do. But it hurt, to know that in two years, his first love would be tied to anything but him. She talked of Europe so excitedly, with a shimmer in her eyes that Dick had never seen before. She wanted to try all the food, see all the sights, stand in the Louvre admiring the beauty of humanity baring its soul in the way of oil paints and canvas. Dick had never seen her so high in the clouds, ready to leave the vermin-filled streets of the city she had called home for the past 16 years of her life. He was envious. Europe would be taking his songbird and leaving him with not even a feather. He knew right then and there that she would not return.
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Daily reminder that I would risk it all for Ermes
I Can Dream, Can’t I?
Pairing- Pt 3! Joseph/Fem! Reader
Summary- It’s been years since he had last seen her, and yet, he could still dream, couldn’t he?
A/n- This is just self indulgence at one in the morning happening here, don’t mind me, just like making myself feel sad :,)
It was a little later than usual when Joseph had gotten home. Quietly stepping foot into their cozy country home, Joseph placed his coat on the nearby wooden coatrack before slipping off his loafers. He could already smell the hearty scent of garlic and onion wafting from the kitchen, with just a sweet note of tomato to balance everything out.
Practically waltzing into the roomy kitchen, Joseph snuck behind his wife, gently taking her free hand and spinning her around, surprising her with a sweet kiss to her cheek.
“Good evening chap!” Y/n chirped, a teasing grin crossing her lips as she slipped out of Joseph’s grasp to turn and stir at the stew that sat on the stove. “How was that?” She asked.
“Mmm, that was a little more Irish than British, Darling, better luck next time,” Reaching over her shoulder, Joseph plucked the spoon from her hand, bumping his hip against hers, effectively pushing her away from the stove.
“But better than last time, no?” she asked, voice holding the cheeky smile that Joseph just knew would be painting her face, ready to greet him if he turned to look at her.
“Closer yes, last time you sounded like some hearty scottish man,” he teased, lifting the wooden spoon to his lips to taste the hearty beef stew he had been stirring.
“Little ol’ me?” she asked innocently, daintily placing her hands over her chest, dramatically batting her lashes at Joseph when he turned to look at her in disbelief, his hands on his hips and mouth ajar.
“Don’t try and act all dainty and lady like with me, ma’am! Don’t you forget, I saw you get into plenty fights in Venice, and get muzzled for your potty mouth!” Joseph exclaimed.
“Me!?” Y/n gasped, feigning an all too fake look of hurt.
“Yes you,” Joseph chuckled, placing down the wooden spoon before placing a kiss on Y/n’s nose.
“Well, you weren’t exactly a gentleman, JoJo,” Y/n pointed out as she began walking to their quaint living room.
“Never claimed to be, darling,” walking towards the radio that sat atop the fireplace mantle, Joseph carefully turned the dials until he reached their favorite station.
“I miss hearing songs like these,” Y/n sighed, looking up as Joseph walked to the couch, before letting himself practically fall on top of her.
“JoJo!” Y/n giggled, “Get off me, you big oaf!”
“Little ol’ me!?” Joseph gasped, eyes holding a playful glint.
He watched as the beautiful smile he adored slowly made its way across her face, wrapping her skin in such a warm glow.
Forty years. They had been married for Forty years. Thinking back on the first day they met, Joseph couldn’t help but be amazed.
He was anything but a good lad. A trickster, a drunkard at times, enthralled by a lifestyle filled with parties and women, he couldn’t believe that he had gotten here, draped across his lover’s body, his face held tenderly by pretty s/c hands, a pair of e/c eyes lovingly gazing into him, no doubt memorizing every curve and dip of the landscape of his rugged and wrinkled face.
Leaning down, Y/n placed a gentle kiss on Joseph’s forehead, slowly pulling away to stare at the burly man she held in her arms, and good lord, maybe it was the thousandth time in her life, but she couldn’t help but realize just how in love she truly was.
As they basked in the warmth of one another, the gentle hum of the radio seemed to come more and more into focus, trickling sweet honey and jazz into every corner of the quaint living room, perfect for an old couple.
For a second, if only for a moment, life had seemed perfect, all silk sheets and feather pillows, and for just that moment, he had felt safe. No vampires, no aztec gods, no mysterious powers or world ending plots, just him, an old man, embraced by his little old lady of a wife in their little country home, dozing off on a couch that might have been just a little too firm, but perfect because it was the first piece of furniture they had bought as a young couple.
“This... This isn’t real, is it, Y/n...” Joseph murmured into her chest, squeezing his eyes shut as his hands gripping onto hers, like they would fade away a moment too soon if he let go.
“What? JoJo, you’re talking nonsense, darling...” Y/n mumbled sleepily, lazily stroking the back of his hand with her thumb.
“Where’s Cesar?” Joseph asked, bracing himself for the answer he wanted, but knew he couldn’t have.
“Cesar? JoJo, Cesar’s on Air Supplena Island. He took over after Lisa Lisa, remember?”
“No. He’s not in Italy.” Joseph whispered.
“What? Of course he is-”
“No. This isn’t real. Cesar died. He died when we went after those damned gods. And you... You stayed on the island. You stayed because he was the love of your life, you were engaged, waiting for him to return so you could get married. I was going to be his best man, and Suzie, Suzie... You wanted her to be your maid of honor. I only saw you two times after Cesar died. Once, when Holly was born, and again for Holly’s wedding. None of this, none of this is real. You aren’t real, not... Not like this...” The longer he rambled on, the more desperate he became, forcefully pushing himself off of her, wincing as her hand darted for his.
“JoJo! What are you talking about!?” Y/n cried, quickly standing from the couch to face him.
“You aren’t my wife! We don’t live here! This place doesn’t even exist!” Joseph yelled, eyes wide and hand shaking almost furiously.
“Joseph, don’t say that! You! You are the love of my life! You always have been!” She sobbed, almost running after him as Joseph darted toward the door of the false sense of security he so desperately wanted to call home.
“No. No! You, you were the love of my life... But Cesar... He talked about you like you were the only thing he could see, like, like you were the only thing on his radar. And you... I remember you would always go to Suzie giggling, and tell her about your last date with Cesar. I remember because it hurt. And after Cesar died, it’s like something of yours left with him. Y/n... This isn’t real.” Joseph couldn’t tell who he was trying to convince anymore. Himself, or some dream version of the woman he used to trail after like some little abandoned puppy.
And yet, either way, it still all hurt the same way. It hurt him to see her standing theres, nose pink and runny, eyes bloodshot and welling with tear after tear. And just for a minute, he contemplated comforting her. Holding her in his arms and smoothing her hair with his good hand, apologizing for making her cry. He just wanted it to stop, but he knew, god he knew that he needed to let her go, needed to accept the fact that she was somewhere in Venice, wandering the island without her lover. He just needed to.
“JoJo! Don’t say that!” Her voice was raw, like something feral was crawling up her throat, like the tears that trekked down her face burned holes in her skin.
“You’re not real!”
“JoJo!”
“No!”
“JoJo!”
“Stop it!”
“JiJi!”
“Oi! JiJi!”
“You’re not real!” Joseph bellowed, sitting up stick straight, his eyes bewildered, chest heaving while sand flew up around him.
“Mr. Joestar...” Looking around him, he could count four worried faces, their eyes boring into him like they had never seen him before.
“What!?” Joseph barked, struggling to climb out of his sleeping bag. “Haven’t you seen someone have a dream before!?” he snarled, shaking off the sand from his pants.
“Mr. Joestar... Is everything alright?” Avdol asked hesitantly, taking a tentative step towards the shaken Joestar.
“I’m fine!” Joseph snapped, dragging his hands down his face. “I’ll be fine. I’ll be okay...” calming down a bit, Joseph let himself take a weary seat on the sand, his back facing the scorching desert sun.
Gone. She was gone. Maybe not dead, but no longer a part of his life, not his wife or the mother of his children, nothing but an old friend. But... He could dream, couldn’t he?
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So, i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the longest time, but, like idk, but like, okay, so, pt 3 joseph having a dream of him and reader dancing to I Can Dream, Can’t I? by the andrew sisters, and they’re all old, and happy and soft, and he wakes up and realizes that she’s in Italy, and she was always meant to be Cesar’s and just, angst, y’know?
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So, i’ve had this idea stuck in my head for the longest time, but, like idk, but like, okay, so, pt 3 joseph having a dream of him and reader dancing to I Can Dream, Can’t I? by the andrew sisters, and they’re all old, and happy and soft, and he wakes up and realizes that she’s in Italy, and she was always meant to be Cesar’s and just, angst, y’know?
Jean Pierre Polnareff realizes he’s in love with you in the car on the way to Cairo.
With his head in his hand as he leans close to the window, Polnareff watches the world outside speed by in a wild mix of places he’ll never visit and scenery he’ll never see again. His mind spirals, developing elaborate stories about the residents in the villages they pass. He wonders if their lives are calmer than his. Or if they’ll have to embark on a whirlwind tour to defeat an evil mastermind just as he and his companions do.
He doubts it.
He’s pulled from his thoughts when he catches you moving from beside him. He watches from the corner of his eye as your head begins to bob, eyes blinking more and more slowly with each passing moment — you’re falling asleep.
Polnareff shifts in his seat without thinking, the window losing his interest as he brings his body to press closer to yours. He quietly prays that this will be enough to entice you to lay your head against his shoulder, to give you the last little push you need to rest.
It does, and within moments your soft cheek is squished to his shoulder, your chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.
And Polnareff beams. The warmth of your skin against his makes him want to bounce in his seat, to scream to the universe, to hug you, kiss you.
Instead, to keep you asleep and to save himself from the others’ vicious teasing, he remains completely still, letting his mind race where his body cannot. This time as he stares out the window, cheek pressed to the top of your head, Polnareff conjures up beautiful daydreams.
Ones in which you visit him in France, smiling as you drag him along to his favorite pâtisseries on bright, sunny days, the scent of fresh flowers filling the air. Ones where you press feverish kisses all over his face, giggling with each pass of your lips over his skin. Ones where he loves you and you love him in return, unabashedly.
He’s giddy, ridiculously so, as the car continues to rumble along uneven roads and more towns disappear from view. You mumble something in your sleep, curling closer to his arm as a hand comes up to clutch at the hem of his shirt, and Polnareff vows to defeat Dio — to make his daydreams a reality.
hi maeve!! can i request something a little angsty? how about jotaro making up with his s/o after they argue and s/o is hurt?
hey! you certainly can! hope you enjoy! <3
making up after an argument w/ Jotaro
“I don’t know what you want from me.”
“I don’t know, Jotaro,” your tone was biting, frustration evident in your voice and in the furrow of your brows, “anything, to be honest. You’re never home and when you are, it feels like you want nothing to do with me! I don’t think I’m asking for a lot here!”
The words left Jotaro’s mouth before he could even think to stop them, raising his voice slightly to match the confrontational tone you’d taken. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn clingy it wouldn’t be an issue.”
You attempted to open your mouth to reply, to shoot back that again, you weren’t asking for a lot, that this wasn’t how relationships were supposed to work, but the words clung to the inside of your throat, refusing to budge from their place at the tip of your tongue.
Jotaro watched as your eyes glistened, tears clinging to your eyelashes as your bottom lip wobbled.
Oh no.
His heart began to ache as you broke down, moving to sit on the edge of the bed with your head hung low and face obscured by your trembling hands.
In hindsight, he could’ve said quite literally anything else to ease the frustrations that had been building up in your mind in his absence: “I love you,” “I’m sorry,” “I’ll try harder.”
Anything. Anything but the quippy remark he hadn’t even meant in the first place.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that an exhausted defense attorney in possession of a massive workload, must be in want of a cup of coffee. But Phoenix Wright could never just get one, could he?
His life could never truly be normal, not even something as seemingly mundane as stopping for his daily coffee could ever be uneventful. Sometimes you’d be working, distractingly beautiful and devastatingly kind, always smiling in that way that made his heart race and mouth stutter through his coffee order, face burning hot. While other times he’d meet Maya there and they’d walk to the office together, Maya talking his ear off about the latest episode of Pink Princess while she slurped away at whatever fruity drink she’d ordered this time.
Today was exceptionally bad, so unfortunate that Phoenix wondered why he’d even gotten out of bed in the first place if he was going to be publicly humiliated in his favorite coffee shop and in front of his favorite barista no less. It was the perfect storm and maybe he should’ve seen it coming, but Phoenix was far from perfect and that was just a fact.
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