♡•°You look too good for your own good°•♡
or arcane women reaction to you dolled up for them (warning: reader has make-up on)
The lipstick
Apparently having a neatly applied lipstick is a luxury that the warlords wife can't offered. but worry not, you can have smudged lipstick together.
You’d spent the better part of the afternoon chasing the perfect shade. Not just any crimson, but one that held a certain defiance, a boldness that mirrored something within you. Finally, after mixing and blotting and layering, there it was. You leaned back from the vanity mirror, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips as you admired your work.
♡°•| Gears and grace |•°♡ 2
Mechanic!sevika x pastor's daughter!reader click for pt1
The day after your encounter in the church restroom felt strangely...normal! you arrived at Sevika’s garage, the big door was rolled up as usual, the familiar scent of oil and metal welcoming you. Sevika was already absorbed in wrestling with a stubborn motorcycle engine, her greeting a familiar grunt.
♡°•|Gears and grace|•°♡
Mechanic!sevika x pastor's daughter! reader
The arrival of the new neighbor wasn't subtle to say the least. The rumble of a heavy moving truck disturbed the usual quiet of the street, followed by the sharp clang of metal ramps hitting asphalt and the gruff shouts of movers. You were standing on the porch, two houses down, watching with quiet curiosity. Your mother, watering the flowers, tutted softly. "Bit of a commotion, wouldn't you say?" You hummed.
Anonymous asked:
hi! can you please write about ambessa and her wife who braids ambessa's hair before she goes to war soon. although in reality her wife is terribly worried that something will happen to ambessa. if anything, i mean fluff. (thanks in advance)
Woven prayers
MY VERY FIRST ASK THANK YOU ANON I hope you enjoy it :") no warnings just soft lover ambessa
The bedchamber was unusually quiet, the silence heavy with unspoken anxieties. The soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp cast long, dancing shadows across the silken sheets.
I will give you...the moon
utterly in love ambessa you wish for the stars she'll give you the moon
The balcony, an extension of her chambers, was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of a thousand stars. Silks, draped over plush cushions, cradled you in Ambessa's arms, the cool night air a gentle caress against your skin. The silence was easy and comforting; there was no need to fill it. You both gazed at the night sky, the silvery stars shining through the darkness, blinking down at you. Then, a sudden, brilliant streak of light – a shooting star – drew an exciting movement across the night sky. You gasped, a surge of childlike excitement bubbling within you. "Ambessa, look! Quick, make a wish!" You squeezed your eyes shut, your heart pounding with hopeful urgency, wishing in the silent night, a secret prayer to the universe, listing the desires that came from your heart.
Ambessa looked at you, brows raised in amusement. A wish? What could she possibly want you were in her arms already weren't you?the sum of every kingdom she had ever conquered, every war she had ever won, the most precious prize she ever held... You were there, squeezing your beautiful eyes shut – the eyes she adored deeply. Her hand came up to your cheek, caressing the skin beneath your eyes, the soft skin slightly wrinkled from the force of your tight-closed lids. "What did you wish for?" she asked, her voice low. She never had to raise her voice with you; you were so close to her heart that she feared even her softest tone might disturb you.
"Hm?" You opened your eyes, looking deep into hers. "What did you wish upon that… star? What was it that you wanted?"
It was a surge of sheer love; she was there, willing to give you everything, anything you could possibly ask for. To see you believing, wishing upon such whimsical things, when she could burn the world for you, build it up just to burn it again with only a movement of your finger… that made her want to know! Made her want to show you the extent of her will.
"I can't tell you my wishes… they're meant to be secret, Bessa. Why do you want to know anyway?" you mused, stating those rules as if they were common sense.
"You know that whatever you want… I will pull it down to your feet," she stated, like a fact. "Anything… you want the moon? The stars? I'll get them for you if you simply say the words." Her eyes stared deep into your soul, and you smiled...
La douleur exquise
The love and longing that sevika couldn't and wouldn't share with you became a regret that stained her heart... what ever now is in her chest is a nicely done and perfectly tuned and formed pain that she could carry everywhere without as much as a refreshing breath
Ps: I'm crying so you should cry with me/ it's ANGST and plus nothing it's a hurt that I may or may not provide comfort to
Your love... it was the eternal agony within Sevika's heart, a love that bloomed in the shadows and never found its way out of the chambers of her soul. Your love was a reflection of herself, truly. She carried it as she carried herself: with delicate care, yet in a way that never turned any heads.
Escalofriante
Sevika didn't have much to cherish while growing up...but that wouldn't stop her from cherishing you...it would however make her fear losing you
Sevika has many talents, a great many, but a way with words isn't in the list. She's more a woman of action, of doing. So, since the start of your relationship, she hasn't talked much about her feelings, but she's practically spoiled you with acts of service. She'd ensure you ate, that you were well-rested, that you received everything you wanted. A kiss on your forehead and lips before sleep was a must, even if she had to return home just to kiss you and then go back to work. With that being said, you were not only content of what you two had, but the thought of her not talking wouldn't even surface as an issue in your deepest contemplations. You were happy, she was happy, and that's what mattered. So, to say you were shocked that night at her emotional outburst would be an understatement. It was a quiet night, the kind where you'd simply hug and listen to each other's breathing patterns. You didn't expect her to break the silence.
Escalofriante
I just found out about this word it's about a deep feeling of fear it makes you frightened and feel a sense of dread but it could be used in a romantic way like in an awe-inspiring way...
Grayson's work was strangely subdued, a disquieting calm. The kind of feelings that made her question...she arrived home earlier than expected, a sudden warmth against the cool air. You were lost in thought, preparing dinner in the kitchen. Then, without warning, she was there. Her arms wrapped around you from behind, pulling you close, making you gasp. "So much for survival instincts, love," she murmured. You turned in her embrace, smiling, exited at the sight of her. you held her again,throwing yourself in her embrace the relief of her presence washed over you. It was then, in the quiet intimacy of the kitchen, that the full weight of her absence hit her—her home, her sanctuary, you. She held you with a fierce tenderness, her grip strong yet delicate, burying her face in your neck, grounding herself.
Sevika on a deeper level
Random hc of your relationship with sevika
- You're predictable
No matter how fun of a person you are, how eventful you are, how everyone say that you're full of surprises. it doesn't work with sevika. she read you like an open book, constantly thinking about what you did and what would be the outcome. You can not surprise her on her birthday or valentines or anniversary. She always knows what you're doing, thinking, planning.
But it has it owns benefits you're never in danger anymore.
You were trying to put something on the wall and the chair beneath you trembles? Sevika is catching you without even looking at you or stopping what she's doing, putting you down and getting on with her day.
You were trying a new fruit you just found on a bush and it feels tingly as soon as you put it in your mouth? Her hands is infront of you
"Spit it out"
She's making you spit the inedible thing before giving you water.
You're making a short cut to your home?oh no You're not she gets you by your collar pulling you back to the main street.
You're trying to drink something new?ordering her usual?yes, she'll let you. before she plays her last round, her cigarette on the corner of her mouth as she places the card, collecting the money. and before you feel the extreme dizziness she's picking you up like you weigh nothing, placing you on her shoulders and leaving the place.
"Will you do that again?"
She asks as she pull you closer to her warm body, in bed. you cling to her like she's the only thing protecting you from the whole world.
"No"
You mumble in her chest she puts out her cigar in the ashtray, drawing circles on your back, grounding you.
"Didn't think so"
She breaths in your hair Kissing the top of your head