I'm Sorry Ma'am Those Things Are Obviously Very Sexy And All That But How Am I Supposed To Kiss You.

I'm sorry ma'am those things are obviously very sexy and all that but how am i supposed to kiss you.

Hello. I saw you wrote about the 1999 reverses, can I request something Druvis III romantic with the readers? The way she reacts to lovingly treat her lover at night.

Hope you see my request. Have a good night

;R1999 DRUVIS III - "your favorite flower"

Druvis III x Reader. 800~ words. fluff During the day, she stands as the embodiment of elegance: tall and poised, unwavering under the sun. At night, she takes root by your side, seeking your warmth.

ty for your request! not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you like it either way <3

Long, tangled curls tickle your face, your neck, your arms.

The copper ends of her hair brush against your skin like soft petals, until you're engulfed by her. In here, it smells like cedar, tuberose and amber. It smells like home. A wild strand falls over your eyes, another over your nose.

Your attempt to free yourself only make things worse, but then you hear her laugh. Druvis pulls back just enough to save you from suffocating and you're free to admire the sunset hues of her hair─red tips turning orange, until they finally fade into a light blonde. Her deep, emerald gaze meets you halfway at the same time her hands find yours, fingers interlocked.

And she smiles. The Sun itself looms above you, and then leans down from the stars to kiss the space between your eyebrows.

Over the years, Druvis has shown you her favorite flowers, her favorite trees. She's taken you to the most wonderful sights amidst a sea of green, from the high view atop a hill to the small, budding flowers and the patches of moss on rough bark. You remember the feeling of your bare feet against the moist dirt, the dim light of dawn and her hand in yours, guiding you to cross shallow, clear rivers. To run with her through lush flower fields and to climb or rest under the shade of massive trees on hot days.

But none of this can ever compare to her.

It almost feels sacrilegious to think about that time in the distant past when all you saw in her was a cold, aloof sort of beauty, a look of indifference cast upon the world, as opposed to the lively fire that burns within her. But that was back when you only knew of her family name. Now, you understand her better than most. Druvis isn't the sort of person who hides behind ambiguity or misleading words, she prefers to let her actions speak for her.

When it's time to show you the depth of her affections, she almost never outright says it─she shows you instead.

Sometimes, she looks at you with that adoring expression, one that makes you melt on the spot. Sometimes, she asks that you braid her hair or that you read something with her late at night before it's time to sleep. Sometimes, she takes you to see the blooming flowers within the suitcase. She lets you into her world, allowing you to read her like an open book.

Those eyes are all you need to see to know what goes within her mind, and right now you can tell she's happy. So very happy.

"Did something good happen today?" You murmur into her hair as she buries her head in the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath. It tickles, and she must have realized because she plants a gentle apology kiss on your shoulder right after.

"Not particularly," the reply is short, like an afterthought or a preamble to the content sight that escapes Druvis.

"Just wondering. You're awfully cuddly tonight."

There's a pause.

"... Does it bother you?"

There is no visible change to her tone nor behaviour, but you notice the way she stops and freezes in place, breathlessly waiting for your reply. Oh no, absolutely not. Before her thoughts can even linger on that possibility, you shift positions─instead of laying on top of you, now she lays by your side─and you move the hair away from her lovely face. There is uncertainty in her eyes, it breaks your heart to see it.

You love her, and the quiet strength she holds. You love her, and the way she cares so deeply about the world. You love her, and you love seeing her happy. You love her, and you lack the words to let her know, and so you decide to show her.

You lean in to kiss her as sweetly as the morning drew kisses the earth in the early morning. Her arms wrap around your waist, caressing your back. This moment could've lasted for all eternity, with your mouth on hers, parting only to whisper sweet nothings and words of reassurance, but the moment Druvis reciprocates the kiss with as much fervor as she can muster, her hair follows.

And oh, God. It tickles so bad.

"Hm? W-wait, wait-!" You're interrupted over and over by her lips, and it's only when you start chuckling and laughing that she opens her eyes and stops.

"Sorry! It's just─pfft! It got to my neck, sorry! Ahh, that really ruined the moment, right? Just when I thought I could look cool in front of you for once ..."

Druvis silently watches as you sit up, shaking off that tingling and ticklish sensation. And just when you're about to apologize one more time, you feel her lips on the nape of your neck. This time, there's no need to turn around and look into her eyes to know just how smitten and endeared she is by you. You just hope she doesn't comment on how red the tips of your ears must be by now.

"It's okay, love. You can try again, and again. As many times as you'd like."

Imagine Vertin, in all of her travels to find the truth she always stumbles opon you, or better said a reincarnated version of you. In every timeline she travels to she always manages to find you, at first the logical and rational side of her would tell herself to not get attached, but how could she not? In every reincarnation you remain the same, one of the only constant thing present in her life. Once the Storm starts effecting your current world she refuses to let you go, instead of listening to rationality, her emotions get the better of her and saves you, the only constant thing in her life now able to cherish you and hold you tighter for a little longer.

I should've been sleeping 3 hours ago but I can't get this idea out of my head...

Imagine Reverse 1999 modern!au where you get paired up with Lilya for a project where you have to bake cookies for some reason. Might be a bit suggestive at the end.

Sure, there were times when you had disagreements, but overall, you thought it'd go without a hitch since you knew that both of you were responsible people despite all your bickering and procrastinating— which explains why you were now alone with her in the dormitory kitchen, rushing the project last minute at an ungodly hour the day before the deadline. Thankfully, though, her recklessness in flight doesn't carry over to the kitchen. Other than the way she handles the equipment with little to no care, you can tell by how quiet she is that she's at least taking this seriously.

At least, that's what you thought.

The second Lilya turns around to meet your eyes with a mischievous smirk, you immediately know that you were wrong. "I'm not sure if I followed the recipe correctly, can you taste this one?" It's extremely out of character for her to be so unsure of something, but it's 3AM and the deadline is tomorrow so you don't really have the time to waste worrying about that; instead opting to walk towards her to taste said cupcake. And then, she eats it.

You're too surprised to even speak. The deadline is tomorrow! And also, what were you supposed to taste now?? You hate to admit it, but you were tired, hungry, and sort of looking forward to that cupcake... "Lilya! What did you do??" She gives you a small, almost silent chuckle. "What, didn't you see me eat it?" The mad expression on your face is priceless. You're so cute when you're mad, she thinks to herself. "Then, what am I supposed to ta-" suddenly, she sets you on the counter with ease, trapping you into a kiss sweeter and more addicting than any dessert. After what felt like an eternity, she breaks the kiss off; "So? Did it taste good?" You answer by chasing her lips and returning the kiss with just as much fervor; earning a small laugh from the woman.

"Heh. Finally learning to ease up, hm? Don't worry, by the end of tonight, I'll make sure some cupcakes will be the last thing in that pretty little head of yours..."

Maybe your project can wait.

Saw your request open for reverse 1999! I not sure what characters you do but could you do smt like troop??idk what it call but basically 'someone ask them if you two are together despite havent establish relationships yet' for medicine pocket, dikke, and tooth fairy? What their reaction and response? If it too much you can cut it down sorry

Oblivious Encounters (GN Reader)

Synopsis: These lovely arcanists are in love and it's obvious to everyone but them.

Notes: I love oblivious pining, a wonderful trope. I'm still trying to get my footing with characters, but I will write for anyone, including NPCs! She/They pronouns are used for Medicine Pocket

Requests are open!

Medicine Pocket:

Parallel play. The act of being alone together. Some people find the best way to spend time with others is to do their own thing. 

Next to you, Medicine Pocket scribbles away in their notebook. Ever since the two of you had entered Vertin’s suitcase, her documenting has gotten way more intense. There wasn’t anyone here to dampen the experiments, so Medi was thriving.

You both sit at a table near the window, the setting sun providing just enough light. It had been a few hours since either of you had spoken, finding peace in the silence. Periodically, Med would slide their notebook over for you to read. They didn’t even want any comments on their work. She just wanted to ensure you were ready for the incoming info dump they would give you. What fun is telling someone about your experiments if they’re just going to be lost the whole time?

Amid the comfortable silence, breaking the serene atmosphere, was a shrill voice.

“No! The great Matilda is never wrong, and I will prove I am correct!” The bright-eyed girl was quick with her pace, making it over to the table in just a few strides. With one hand on the table, she leans in close. “How long has this courtship gone on?”

There’s an almost comedic pause.

“What?” Medicine Pocket cocked their head.

Matilda rests her hands on her hips, tilting her head with a sly smirk. “I know a relationship when I see one. But the question is how long it’s been going on.” 

It’s Medi’s turn to smirk as they respond before you can answer. “What amazing observational skills. Now tell me, just how did you figure us out?”

“Hmhmhm! Matilda always knows! And it was so obvious.” She laughed.

“Ohhh, was it now?” Medi smiled wide, those sharp teeth on display in a wolfish grin. As you are about to correct Matilda on your relationship, the scientist kicks you under the table, itching to see how this plays out.

“The note sharing, for one. You are so stingy when it comes to sharing. Those longing silences the two of you enjoy. The way you’re always together. There is no hiding it from me!” 

You can feel your face grow warmer. Was this romantic? Did people really think that you and Medicine Pocket are together? And was that actually a problem for you?

With a laugh, Medicine Pocket shrugged her shoulders. “Huh, I didn’t think we were that obvious. You figured us out, Matilda. We’ve been courting for a few months now. Obviously, I was the one to start it. They were too flustered even to look my way.” 

“Medicine Pocket!” You chastised, face flushing further.

“See, that’s my beloved, always so embarrassed.” Medi reached over the table to take your hand in her gloved ones.

“I knew it! Vertin owes me money!” The energetic girl ran off to find the others and her new source of cash.

Pulling your hand away from the smirking doctor, you let out a groan. “Why would you tell her that? She’s going to tell everyone.”

“I wanted to see what would happen. We are practically dating anyway.” They shrugged, acting way too nonchalant.

Dikke:

Dikke enjoyed gossip. Well, not just gossiping. She enjoyed listening to others talk about anything. Hearing people engage in idle chatter was an oddly calming pastime for her. However, she couldn’t say it was truthful when the talk of the suitcase was about her. 

“Wouldn’t you like to buy your love some diamonds? I have quite the assortment. Necklaces, rings, anything that is sure to charm your lady.” 

Oh, how that scammer’s voice irked Dikke. She was about to move, wanting to read somewhere quiet, but she heard another voice. One she held dearly.

“Oh, I’m sure the selection of diamonds is… lovely. But I don’t have anyone to give jewelry to.” You answered curiously, unsure of what she was talking about.

Tennant let out a chuckle, brushing her hand against your cheek. “There’s no need to be so coy. I know the judge has stolen your heart.” She knew Dikke was watching. She wanted to rile her up and get a reaction. It would be fun to watch someone so proper get a bit angry.

Dikke rises from her seat, walking over to you and Tennant with quick steps. Her face looks more than displeased. 

“Why hello there, judge. To what do we owe the pleasure?” Tennant smirked, knowing she got what she wanted.

Her gaze practically bore through the blond woman’s body. The grip on her sword unconsciously grows tighter. “Thou should watch what drivel leaves thine mouth.” 

“My, what harsh words. Calling your own relationship drivel.” Tennant runs a single finger down your arm with a borderline mocking frown. “I would never treat you that way, dear.”

It was quick. You barely saw when it happened. Dikke swiped the hand off you in an almost uncharacteristic act of jealousy. “Perhaps thou should mind thy own affairs.” Before there could even be a response, Dikke speaks once more. “Enough of this. Leave us.” 

Figuring there was no point in taunting her further, Tennant leaves. Not without dragging her hand along your back, wanting to give Dikke one last teasing parting gift.

“I’m so sorry about that, Dikke. You know how Tennant can be sometimes.” You apologized with a sheepish smile. While you felt like you were just seeing things, her cheeks seemed slightly pink.

With the pest out of her hair, Dikke’s eyes soften slightly. “Thou shouldn’t let rumors fester. Lest they form into something more sinister.” She bows her head towards you and departs, not to finish her book but to find you a present better than diamonds.

Tooth Fairy:

“There has been an incline of cavities at the Foundation. Perhaps I’ve been handing out too many toffees.” Tooth Fairy sighed as she shuffled through her examination papers. The corners of her lips tugged down in a near-invisible frown.

Walking over to her side of the medical wing, you lean over her shoulder, taking a peek. “I doubt it’s your toffees. The kids probably aren’t brushing as often as they say. I know they lie to me about where they get their scrapes and bruises.” 

“Was that a poor attempt at making me feel better?” If it were anyone else, they probably would’ve been hurt by that comment. However, as the Foundation’s current nurse, you spend a lot of your days with the dentist. You’ve learned to discern when she’s playing around from her usual tone.

You let out a puff of a laugh, lightly shoving her shoulder. “Speaking of toffee, you wouldn’t happen to have any on you, would you?” There’s a soft smile on your face as you hold out your hand.

There was a faint sound of squeaking leather as Tooth Fairy reached into her pocket. “You’ll be the one with cavities if I continue to spoil you with candies.” She hands you a sweet despite her words. Her gloved hand lingers on yours for a second too long, dainty fingers caressing your wrist as she presses the toffee into your palm.

“But you never say no.” You smiled while unwrapping the candy. After popping it into your mouth, you start to walk out of the office. “I have to go meet with Madam Z about some paperwork. I’ll see you at lunch.”

The way Tooth Fairy watched you leave was downright pining. Her gaze locked on the doorframe. Her eyes soon lower, seeing a certain silver-haired young lady.

“Excuse me, is the nurse here?”

“Hello, Ms. Vertin. I’m sorry, they just stepped out. Is there anything I can help you with?” Tooth Fairy asked as the small child sat on one of the medical beds.

Young Vertin casts her eyes to the floor, bringing a hand up to her head. “I’ve got a terrible headache. I wanted to ask for one of their remedies.”

Tooth Fairy smiled. It was the third time Vertin came complaining about a headache this week. She knew she just wanted sweets, but she couldn’t help but humor her once again. “Well, I happen to know where they keep their medicine.”

The dentist kneeled at your desk, opening the drawer to grab from your stash of lollipops.

“Are the two of you married?” Vertin asked, her head titling curiously.

Nearly dropping the lollipop, Tooth Fairy’s eyes widen a bit. It was an innocent question, but it still made her falter. “What makes you ask that?” Quickly regaining her composure, she hands Vertin the candy.

“When I read stories, the parents in the books act the way you do. They always spend time together and give each other gifts.” Vertin explained.

Tooth Fairy sits at her desk, watching the girl unwrap her sweet. “I see. No, we are not married. We are simply work acquaintances, nothing more.” 

Vertin nods before speaking again. “You two should get married. I could be the flower girl.”

“I… will have to discuss that with them. For now, you should be getting to class.” Tooth Fairy turned back towards her papers, hoping to hide her slightly flushed cheeks.

BONA FIDE ...!

NOTE ... does this make sense idk I'll edit when I'm alive again

CHARACTER(S) ... dikke

WARNINGS ... religious imagery, insecurity and self deprecation, fucking Shakespearecore English

EXTRA ... gn!reader, "dove" and "deare" used as terms of endearment

Your lover was bona fide.

Honourable Chancellor Dikke, the Supreme Chief of the Special Court; she was justice, kissed upon the soul by the blessings of Themis herself. She had an identity, and it was pure morality.

Who were you to love such a concept you lacked so fervently? What was your heart in the hands of something so grand? Unvirtuous amour had no value to the light of principle — that, you knew well.

So why was it that she embraced you in the eye of the Lord and his children? Why didn't she hide the sin of your shameful affections? Why did she lay with you, brush her lips against your skin, love your mortal existence without fearing His wrath?

"Fie!" Cried she upon your admission of unworthiness, voice akin to thunder. "Speak not of thyself in such terms. Hark, deare, to be humble is a virtue, but hatred of oneself bringeth naught but misfortune."

Even her holy words carried a purpose. The law accentuated every letter she pronounced with meaning, speech carrying the same power as her words.

And despite her passionate voice, which often reached far into the minor crevices of your body and filled you to the brim, her hands were gentle. The gentle hands of a loyal servant of the Lord, pulling the sinner out of its miserable life of aimlessness, giving it a purpose as the Lord had given her.

Still, the sinner, that is, you, found no purpose, no talent to gift to Him. Instead, you clung to the woman, the vessel of your saviour, and fed off of her love, her strength.

"I'm so sorry, Dikke," you lamented sorrowfully, grasping at the hem of her robes with your sinful hands. "I love you. I love you, and I don't know what to do, Dikke. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. Please forgive me."

She hadn't the faintest clue what you meant; after all, the two of you had been, say, courting for a long while. "Speak clearly. Thou discourseth in riddles."

You weeped pitifully at her feet. It was where you belonged, really. It was impossible to put into words, and thus, you didn't.

"Soft now, enough of this. Stand." Her bleeding sword's belly kissed the pike of your shoulder with a comforting weight.

Dikke wasn't a gentle woman. Any average human was soft. Sweet on their lover and doting on their father. But she was anything but average; she fancied you, wooed you with a stony gaze and a single rose. She never once minced her words to fit the shape of her love, filling it instead with chivalry and verity to cleanse your corrupt heart.

Thou shalt love thy neighbour as thyself, said the Great Commandment, and it rang true in the ears of your beloved.

"I am not the Father; wherefore dost thou treatest me as an idol? By the Holy Lord's decree, I bear mortal sin just as thou dost." Her voice rang low, stony hand lowering like an angel from the heavens to greet your cheek. "Love be not a sin, sweet (#)."

Her words licked at your soul like a flame, momentarily engulfing your awareness of her rare physical affection. "From someone like me, even love can become a sin. My heart—"

"Thy heart corrupteth naught. I am not the Lord, nor an angel, and thou art not the devil. We stand as equal in His eye."

White enamel dug into the subtle rose of her lip as she lowered herself onto one knee, letting her pride melt to nothing, scorched by the embers of her love.

Justice itself kneeled before you — no, not justice, but your beloved.

For the first time, you met the steel eyes of your lover, and not those of justice. It was beautiful, lustrous, but most importantly... it was human.

"Stand, sweet (#), for thou shalt not abandon dignity, nor self respect, under the guise of humility." She offered you a hand, eyes growing soft.

A lovely rose dusted her cheeks like a summer breeze as she brought you to your feet, sword long abandoned at her own as she presented you with a single flower, stripped of thorns, and the very same as the one she had offered in order to court you.

Perhaps you didn't understand yet. Values? Morals? It was all maddeningly complex. But for now, you knew one thing for sure.

Your lover — your mortal lover — was bona fide.

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