More Navra Headcanons No One Asked For!

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My favorite trope is Guy Gets Absolutely Wrecked By A Girl And Immediately Decides She’s The Love Of His Life

When you post to the wrong account:

How I feel most of the time

Whatever shall one do?

Soft Alcina fluff

Maybe trader comes home, had a bad day and just curls up in bed and cries and Alcina finds her and then comforts her?

Of course, dear! Let me get that for you! I'm working on a new writing style so I apologize if it's a little wonky.

The day began in the same way as any other day would. You’d trade with the rich, the poor, the working class, and so on. But, today was...different. The energy was off somehow. Maybe you picked it up from a stranger on one of your trades or maybe it was the energy of the village waring you thin.

You return to the place you call home, House Dimitrescu. You’ve only been there for a couple of months. Since the day Lady Dimitrescu courted you that one evening while you were having tea.

You silently walk in, the ill mood weighing on you.

“Afternoon Y/N! You’re in a bit early, hm?” Daniela says with a bright smile. When she sees your expression, her grin fades. “Oh...What happened?”

You turn to the youngest sister and shake your head, indicating that you are unable to speak. She gives a nod and then vanishes in a swarm of flies. After a leisurely tired walk, you arrive to the room you share with your beloved. You drop all of your things and collapse onto the enormous bed.

Tears well up in your eyes all of a sudden. At first, it was slow and silent. When your sobs start to follow, they fall harder.

You don’t know why you’re sobbing. The sheets were infused with your beloved's fading aroma.

“I barely heard you come in, draga mea.”

She emerges from the bathroom, a thin blood crimson cloth trailing behind her as she approaches your curled form. She cradles you in her arms, wiping away the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

“What is the matter, dragă?” She speaks softly as she kisses your forehead with the gentlest of kisses. You nuzzle closer to her soft skin as you shake your head. Alcina strokes your back softly, whispering the sweetest comfort to you.

“You can tell me when you’re ready, draga mea. Or you don’t have to tell me at all.” She breathes into your hair softly. You ultimately tell her everything when you're ready. You explain everything and she listens fully, granting you her full attention. She kisses your forehead gently before speaking once more.

“It’s okay, draga mea. Let's get you out of these garments, and I'll summon a maiden for you. Your favourite tea is F/T, yes?”

Locker Room Talk Pt.10

Ripley: I did it right...right?

Onyx glances over.

Onyx: Yeah.

She glances again.

Onyx: No...sweet, sweet baby...

Ripley adjusts the bra, pushing them up.

Onyx: No...no stop...you're making it worse...come here.

Ripley walks over, letting Onyx touch her chest to get her breasts in the right place. Well, what had HAPPENED was...It slipped for a moment.

Onyx: Oh! Oh! My bad!

Ripley: It's fine, you had no intention on doing it on purpose.

Onyx finally fixes the tit situation...Meanwhile...on the other side of the locker room.

Amara: I know you caught that.

Xenia: Like hell I did.

Amara: Can we agree we were looking respectfully before that happened?

Xenia: That's the one thing we can agree on.

“I don’t want to let them go...”

CW: Just a dash of Angst.

“I don’t want to let them go…” Daniela sobs as she looks down at your battered body. Alcina had a maid tend to all of your wounds, and Daniela was allowed to remain in the room with you to keep an eye on you.

“You won’t have to, my sweetling.” Alcina whispered, kissing Daniela’s forehead before leaving the two of you alone. You are barely conscious but you still have enough strength to tap Daniela’s hand. She lifts her eyes to meet your half-lidded gaze.

“What are you so upset about? Hm?” “You got really hurt, Y/N! I was worried about you!” “You have no need to be...I’m fine now…”

Her lip trembles as tears rise up in her eyes. “No...no tears...Come here.” She gets onto the bed with you, her head under your chin as she gently sobs against your chest.

What did she not write?

deserved

Juliette: What is your biggest weakness?

Poison: I can be uncooperative.

Juliette: Okay, can you give me an example?

Poison: No.

Juliette: Why?

Poison: NO.