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[ryomikairin]

🌙 Just A Sip — Epilogue

SnowCrow X Reader (Female)

Word Count: 302

Warnings: Smutty Fluff - This is the Fluff part, if my understanding of Fluff still stands correctly.

Summary: Zayne had a 'sip' of Sylus's wine and starts getting freaky with Reader with Sylus is present. What happens when you have a brat tamer and a brat enabler in the same room?

A/N: I dunno... I love this game and they're my husbands. Enjoy! Forgive me, I don't have a GIF of Zayne and Sylus together :(( But the gifs encompass the mood of the the different parts.

Zayne wakes first, as always. His body aches in unfamiliar ways—good ways, but still new. He moves carefully, easing out of bed without waking either of them, grabbing his pants off the floor and tugging them on.

The kitchen is quiet. He makes coffee like it’s muscle memory, but his mind is racing.

They’d… done that.

All three of them.

Together.

And not just that, but he’d let go. He’d let himself feel. Sylus behind him, you beneath him. Your voices tangled. Your breathing synced. That dizzying moment of surrender when your bodies fit perfectly, when it wasn’t about control anymore, it was about connection.

Zayne stares into the coffee pot, cheeks pink, heartbeat loud in his chest.

'What does this mean? What if they regret it? What if he—'

“Why are you brooding like you committed a crime?” Sylus’s voice is still raspy with sleep as he leans against the doorframe, shirtless and smug. “You walked like a man possessed last night, and now you’re having a feelings crisis over beans?”

Zayne sighs, “You’re the last person I need commentary from right now.”

“Yeah, well, unfortunately for you, I was also there. And very involved,” Sylus saunters closer. “You okay, Zay?”

Zayne doesn’t answer right away, “…I didn’t hate it.” He says it like a confession.

Sylus blinks. Then grins, “Oh, trust me, Snowflake. I know.”

You appear moments later, hair mussed, Zayne’s button-up slipping off one shoulder. You wrap your arms around Zayne’s waist from behind, pressing a sleepy kiss to his spine, “Mmm, stop thinking so hard.”

“I’m not.”

“...You are.”

Sylus grabs a mug and bumps Zayne’s hip playfully, “We broke him. I think we need to do it again. For science.”

You laugh upon seeing Zayne’s ears go pink. And somehow, the coffee tastes a little sweeter.

[multi-fandom-imagines-party]

Headcanons: Being Jaime Lannister’s lover and being pregnant

(gifs not mine, credit to the original posters) (also, have a variety of Jaimes because I couldn’t decide on which season’s look I liked better.)

Headcanons: Being Jaime Lannister’s lover and being pregnant would include:

Once you realize that you’re pregnant, you start hiding from him as you try to decide what to do. 

You worry about how Jaime will react, how you can hide the pregnancy from Cersei, and a myriad of other concerns.

After a while, he corners you alone in his rooms, and demands to know why you’ve been avoiding him. He tries to joke it off, but you can see the hurt in his eyes.

Seeing him like that causes something inside your brain to shut off, and everything comes pouring out.

When you first tell him, he’s frozen in place with shock. His eyes are wide, and his mouth gapes open.

As Jaime slowly comprehends that you’re pregnant and he’s going to be a father, a smile breaks across his face. He holds you tightly, burying his face in your hair, before panicking that he might be holding you too tightly and making sure that you’re okay.

He becomes extremely attentive to you, doting on you even more. Jaime becomes extremely protective of you, glowering whenever another man approaches you.

When your belly starts to show, his eyes sparkle. He loves to place gentle kisses all over it. 

He follows you wherever you go, unwilling to trust your safety to anyone else.

One day, when Jaime thinks you’re asleep, he kisses your belly. He whispers promises to your child, telling them that he will love and care for them no matter what. He whispers more promises, too soft for you to hear. 

When he realizes you’re awake he kisses you, vowing to you that he meant everything he said. He swears that he’ll be a better father than his own.

The first time the baby moves, Jaime is with you, checking to make sure you’re feeling fine. You excitedly tell him to come to you and he runs over, afraid something’s wrong. When you tell him what happened and place his hand on your belly, he smiles. As soon as he feels the movement, his eyes grow soft and misty. He spends the rest of the day in his rooms with you, unwilling to leave your side.

He’s patient with you through all the trials and tribulations of pregnancy; the hormone changes, the mood swings, the odd cravings. 

When you go into labour, he paces outside the door. He’s torn between wanting to stay outside, and wanting to be in the room with you, supporting you. Memories of his mother rush through his head. He thinks of everything that can happen in childbirth, and is terrified he might lose you. Finally, the maester opens the door and he rushes in to see you and your child.

[multi-fandom-imagines-party]

Headcanons: Slade Wilson being touch starved

(gifs not mine, credit to the original posters)

(Manu Bennet is a serious weakness of mine. That man is just..... oof. And his Slade is just so well-done. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this little Slade headcanon of mine!)

Headcanons: Slade Wilson being touch starved would include:

The first time you hug him he tenses up, unsure of how to react because it’s been so long since someone’s touched him like that, gently and unafraid. 

He starts coming up with all kinds of excuses to touch you, even just in little ways; picking something out of your hair, brushing lint off your clothes, tucking your hair out of your face, etc.

When you start holding his hand, he always holds yours firmly, as if he never wants to let go. He enjoys the feel of your hand in his.

The times you have a reason to touch his face, he leans into your hand, softening under how comforted he feels by the simple action. 

When he kisses you, he holds you as close as possible, wrapping his arms around you. Often, one hand stays on your back while the other moves to your hair; he wants to feel you as much as he can.

When you two are alone, he surprises you with how clingy and needy he is. He’s almost constantly touching you in some way.

One time, when he’s had a particularly rough day, you sit on him, petting him and reassuring him until he calms down. He buries his head in your neck and holds you tightly as you run your hands over his back, his hair, any part of him that you can reach.

After you have sex, he holds you close, enjoying the skin-on-skin contact. It’s one of the few times he feels completely at peace.

When you realize how much he enjoys your touch, you use it whenever he needs to relax. The moment he feels you, any tension he has leaves his body. 

Whenever you mention it to him, he always chalks it up to his time on Lian Yu.

[multi-fandom-imagines-party]

Headcanons: Running a bookshop/tea shop with Remus Lupin

(gifs not mine, credit to the original posters)

(Remus Lupin, one of my top three HP characters. I just wanted him to have a happy ending. T_T Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy this fluffy little thing!)

Headcanons: Running a bookshop/tea shop with Remus would include:

Selling a combination of both magical and Muggle books is interesting; you’re surprised by how many wizards and witches haven’t heard of even famous Muggle books.

There are many late nights spent stocking together; even if only one of you is needed, the other stays for company.

Stocking nights are filled with soft music and chatting. You introduce each other to your favorite songs.

At the beginning you made a schedule, splitting both of you up between the books and tea shop. It doesn’t take long for that neat schedule you worked on to be thrown out the window. You two flit about the building wherever you’re needed.

When he notices you tend to skip eating when the shop is busy, he starts bringing you food. At first, he claims he accidentally brought too much for himself; later, when you’ve caught on to him, he makes you food at the shop.

Some of the magical books you have are dangerous or delicate, and need special care. One day, Madame Pince is kind enough to visit and show you how to protect them (and your customers); you’re grateful, as you’ve been meaning to contact her for weeks. She lets it slip that Remus told her about it.

During your downtime, you knit a cardigan for him. It’s supposed to be a secret, as a thank you for everything he’s done. When you’re in such close contact though, it’s difficult to work on it while keeping it a secret.

One day, when you’re stocking shelves, you slip on the step-stool. Remus forgets about magic and catches you the Muggle way, in his arms. You’re so close, you notice that he smells like chocolate, tea herbs, and books. It’s a nice smell.

You have a love/hate relationship with the rushes; it’s a pain dealing with so many customers at once, but you love seeing people find books they like or find a new tea they enjoy. To your amazement, Remus never appears frazzled by the rushes.

Remus always has a cup of your favorite tea ready for you after a rush, fixed just the way you like it. You always return the favor.

When you give him the finished cardigan, his eyes light up. He loves all the little details you added to it, like the hidden pockets charmed to hold his chocolate without it melting. He can’t contain his delight, and wraps you up in a hug.