#I FORGOT THE PATTERN ON MOONS SHIRT ..

[tesspool]

[luke-o-lophus]

In Your Image, In My Eye

Marc Spector x Reader (Minors DNI)

TW: Allusions to child abuse and neglect, and to past eating disorders (nothing descriptive), body image issues, very minor talk of food controls, mentions of sexual activities and some innuendos

Prompt by @apollo-enthusiast: Imagine settling down with the moon boys, just living a calm and stable life without khonshu to bother you. You bake and cook a lot, and are really good at it. As a result, Marc gains a bit of weight and now has a little tummy. You catch him judging himself in the mirror one day, maybe fighting over it with steven and jake, maybe they're feeling the same way, and find out he's feeling insecure about it and needs some love

Word count: 1541

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"For the thousandth time, Steven, we have the same body."

Marc sounds exasperated. He looks exasperated. Just out of shower and towel wrapped low on his hips, he usually doesn't spend this long in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom. But today, Steven got his attention. "You still look handsome", he'd muttered. And refused to budge when Marc pointed out the obvious.

"You don't get it. I've got this...ugh", Steven hides his face in their shared headspace. "This thing. I have a..a pooch belly."

Marc mentally groans and pinches his forehead. "Steven I can assure you we're doing fine", he grunts.

"Are we though Marc, are we?" Steven throws up his hands. "Look at this." He incredulously points to his midsection. Marc tilts his head with a raised eyebrow. Steven's fashion in the mindspace is similar to when he's fronting. All Marc can see is the body swimming in a shirt three or four sizes too large, in a pattern that hurts his eyes.

"Steven I literally can't see anything", he sighs and turns to remove his towel and start getting dressed. That's when he sees it. A soft..chunky roll in his belly as he bends to pick up his t-shirt. He slowly turns back to the mirror, shirt in hand, and pokes his finger in his belly. Nearly two segments of the finger sink in easily, and the flesh springs back as he removes his hand. Marc's never seen anything like it on his own body.

Here's the thing. Marc Spector in the past has never really eaten. He's consumed food in order to sustain. In the army and as a merc, he had standard rations and a standard body type he had to maintain. And before that, he had always been a skinny kid. It's no secret he wasn't exactly nurtured at home. And he's even starved himself to points where Jake has had to step in to take care of the body. Until quite recently, actually. Until he met you. Or rather, three months into meeting you.

You'd brought a tupperware of chocolate cupcakes to your fifth date. You were meeting after nearly a month, a month of thinking Marc is going to ghost you. That day Marc came bearing a harrowed guilty face, and you came bearing cupcakes. Who does that? Marc wondered as he bit into one. And almost forgot to chew. It already tasted so, so good he stared at you with wide eyes. You giggled bashfully, a shy finger wiping away ganache from the side of his lip. Later that night those same lips had devoured you over and over until all the tension of the month prior was forgotten.

It had never even occurred to Marc it is possible for the body to gain some stomach fat. And it damn well had never crossed his mind, that would be what's bothering him when he looks at his reflection. But here he is. He can almost hear Jake groaning somewhere in the depths of the mindspace. A groan of "Here we go again".

They moved into your apartment a month later. Steven still kept his, and turned it into a library slash workspace for them. Your place was home. With your warmly lit study, kitchen that always smelled good, the eclectic wooden chandelier in the living room, and the twelve pillows on your queen bed: it was a better home than marc had ever seen himself living in. And then there was you. Who had given him so much love, so much grace, so much understanding. Because of him, you had moved away the large full body mirror to your study the day before he had moved in. The men liked having mirrors around, mirrors made it easier to communicate, but just...smaller ones. It took Marc a long time to be able to look at all the scars and marks on the body without feeling sick in his stomach. The day he asked if you could move the mirror to the bedroom to make dressing up easy, you'd hugged him and kissed him silly. And later baked a batch of apple tarts as a treat.

"Maaarc what's taking you long?" your call sounds impatient. He can hear faint muttering coming closer and your head appears in the doorway. Marc's instinct is to quickly cover his torso with the t-shirt in his hand, almost letting loose an embarrassing squeak.

"You haven't dressed? We gotta do a grocery run quick or we'll get very late for lunch!" you whine with your hands on your hips.

"I don't want lunch", Marc mumbles and you pause in the midst of your woeful rant of delayed lunches.

"What..why? Is your stomach upset? I told you that fish tasted funky, Marc, I swear.." you immediately start fussing over him, coming close and checking his forehead for a temperature.

"No..no...I'm fine. Just ... not hungry" he shakes his head away.

You were familiar with Marc's 'not hungry'. It could mean a lot of things, but very rarely the fact that he actually wasn't hungry.

"Everything alright, bubba?" you ask, hand moving down to caress his cheek. Marc sighs and smiles wryly,"Yeah..yeah don't worry. It's just...it's silly..."

You raise your brows in question, egging him to go on. "It's just...I have this thing.." he rubs his neck and moves the tshirt from his torso slowly, as if revealing the deepest darkest secrets. You blink owlishly at the display, then back up at him. "Honey...uh..I'm sorry but....what am I..looking at?" you ask.

"This!", Marc almost whines, poking indignantly at his belly. You look just as lost, helplessly staring. "Does it..hurt there or something?" you offer with concern.

Marc doesn't look convinced so you prod a little further, asking if that's something that feels uncomfortable or just...looks different to him. "I..I've always been skinny...before the army and the...Khonshu." he sighs, head hanging. "Didn't really have someone cooking me a three course meal every time."

"No...I'm...I have...this..." he bends over to a side and pinches his tummy roll between his fingers. You stare at that for a few moments before it clicks. "Oh honey", you call with adoration, gently prying away those fingers and kissing the tips. "But your tummy looks so nice. So healthy. You look so nice and healthy"

You take a cautious pause at that, almost hurt for a moment. Marc catches onto it quick, and stumbles directly into an apology. "No..no...that came out wrong. I love that you cook, I love everything you make, I'm so grateful. You're..., baby..please..."

It always breaks your heart when Marc apologizes, because of the way he does it. He says sorry for a simple slip of tongue as if you'd be packing your bags and running off before he had a chance to finish his sentence. So you smile at him, a cheeky little smile.

"You like my cakes?" you ask him innocently, a playful glint in your eye.

"Huh? Of course I do...yeah? The...the one you made on my birthday, and...and.."

"No no no...", you stop him, moving closer. "I mean, do you like my cakes" You give your butt a playful wiggle. Marc stops in his tracks, then groans at that awful joke. "Babe!" he groans. You giggle and wrap your arms around him. Your head nestled in the crook of his neck with practiced ease, you mumble softly,"You look great. If you feel healthy, and enjoy what you're eating....you're good. Okay?" You pause a bit then sigh. "I...I can't see you starve yourself again, bubba. It...hurts to see you like that." You still remember when Marc had showed up on your fifth date with sunken cheeks and hollow eyes, looking like he's missed half his meals the past month. It's an image you can't get out of your head: him standing with a small souvenir clutched so tight in his palm the packaging was ruined, looking all shades of tired and starved.

Marc stays quiet, but he holds on to you tight, kisses the top of your head. "What's for lunch?" he mumbles meekly after a while. You pull back and smile wide, eyes shining, and continue your grocery run rant. From the increasing price of eggs to the doubtful durability of milk, this new meatball hack you want to try, and a vegan substitute idea you'd just gotten. You follow Marc around the room as he gets dressed, talking a mile a minute. He takes a last glance at the mirror and rakes back his curls, then swiftly pulls you closer. You squeak and hold him on instinct, and he laughs softly while nuzzling the side of your face. "So...remind me the plan. We...are getting groceries, making lunch, so...after eating.." He pauses but you can hear the laugh in his voice. The laugh and the shyness.

"What, Spector?" you tease. "What do you want after lunch?"

"Well maybe you....you can show me how good you think I look?" he says hopefully. You turn around to kiss him, nodding excitedly. "Deal", you whisper, before pulling back and giggling. "I thought you're about to ask me to have you for dessert"

Marc facepalms with another groan.

[rubykgrant]

A while back I was playing around with designs for my RVB Monster AU; the Blues are (mostly) ghosts and werewolves, and the Reds are (mostly) vampires. I really wanted to re-do Tucker, because honestly, he deserves to look COOL (his deal is, he is unknowingly sort of a "monster slayer chosen one", which makes him mildly immune to certain effects of monsters/supernatural creatures. he can see ghosts all the time, which is why he was totally just used to Church. he gets hit with a "werewolf curse" at some point, but it doesn't do much. my first version had Tucker leaning into a "romance cover model" look, with the werewolf vibe adding to longer hair... which was sort of OK, but then I hated it. I didn't want it to look like the "oh he's a werewolf, he has less clothing, he's more wild" trope. that just sucks. Tucker is a pretty boy, and the "chosen one monster slayer" angle needed to be the emphasis, so I gave him a wolf pauldron/clawed gauntlet, and I like how this very serious armor is just right on top of his fancy club outfit; even though roses are red, roses are also very romantic, and there is the Beauty and the Beast symbolism, so his shirt is two-toned shades of aqua/teal, with a swirling pattern of golden roses in shiny thread on one side. his hair is still a bit more full, and I kept the wolf ears. in general, he's got all the extra senses and strength boosts of werewolves, but none of the weaknesses)

Church is a ghost (because he ALWAYS is). Normally, he manifests looking more "alive", and thanks to his trademark memory loss, he forgot he was a ghost at all. When he does remember, and figures out his own spooky powers, he visually looks more haunted (shades of blue and white, with a semi-transparent skeleton). Tex is a dullahan (and hes, she's a little inspired by Durarara!!). Some jerk was trying to use weird magic to bring his dead wife back to life, and instead, Tex happened. Usually, she hides the lack of physical head by wearing her biker helmet. Caboose is a born werewolf, so he's very comfortable with it (sometimes he forgets other people aren't used to it, though). Most of the others can only partially transform, but if he wants, Caboose can turn into a BIG, imposing wolf (mostly, he's chill staying in his fluffy boof form). Because he's so used to going back-and-forth, Caboose doesn't get disoriented during full moons (he doesn't get why everybody else seems to struggle with that. it's not a big deal guys!). Wash was part of a group that was trying to create even more powerful monsters through lab experiments... which turned out just GREAT (no. no it didn't). He's a werewolf, but... kind of reversed. He can only transform during the day, but his powers are weaker at night. He does still get a big strength boost during a full moon, but it is hard to control. He usually compensates the disadvantage at night with lots of skills using various tools and studying other monster weaknesses. He's got his training outfit as a default, which is why it looks more sci-fi than the others

[mothmanwarble]

So I’ve been having a “the curtains were blue and it Means Something” moment with Puzzle Agent 1 & 2 but with the games’ use of the colour red, and now I’m maybe…70% to 80% sure that the use of red as part of certain characters’ designs is deliberate.

Glori wears red boots, indicating a tie to the Hidden People. She wears a pink shirt and a purple apron: colours that are analogous to red, but not red. She plays a part in the scheme, but she doesn’t fully understand what that “scheme” truly is. She’s still being left in the dark

Bo wears a red hat, red boots, and a white scarf with red stripes. He’s the most visibly affected by the Hidden People’s influence (he always mutters to himself about puzzles and whispers, and he mentions the moon, a crash, and a desire to “clear [a] path.”) We know that the Hidden People have been communicating with him, and we also know that the reason he isn’t in PA2 is because he followed them into the woods. However, he doesn’t succeed in solving the Hiddenfolk’s puzzles. Bo’s sweater is green: red’s complementary colour. He and the Hidden People are incompatible

Skjoldr, a member of the Brotherhood, wears red suspenders and his hair is a deep red colour. He gets lost in Sasimy Woods during the events of PA2 after getting lured in by the Hidden People

Alfred Versteckt believes in the existence of the Hidden People. He wears a bright red shirt, but a green hat: complementary colours. He knows the Hiddenfolk are real, he’s just…remarkably chill about it. He hasn’t spiralled, he simply takes their existence in stride and appears coolheaded

Korka wears a reddish skirt and red lipstick, but the rest of her clothes are purple (again, analogous to red). She knows something’s going on in the woods, and she knows there’s a government conspiracy going on, but she doesn’t believe in the Hiddenfolk. She’s so close to finding the truth—she’s right next to it—but her focus is trained on something else entirely

Nelson’s outfit (minus the hat and coat) is primarily blue. However, if you solve every single puzzle perfectly in PA2, you gain the “Rank: Puzzle Agent” achievement. And in the achievement’s icon/lil thumbnail image, well, what d’you know? Nelson is seen wearing a bright red, puzzle-patterned suit we have never seen him wearing before

IN CONCLUSION: exposure to extraterrestrial garden gnomes might change the colour of your wardrobe, I guess.

(Bonus non-wardrobe-related ramblings regarding the colour red under the cut)

Originally I wanted to mention these things in the first part of the post, but it was already getting kinda lengthy and so I figured it would be best to do whatever this is instead. Anyways: locations!

In the original Puzzle Agent, there are (as far as I can recall) three notable locations that are both warmly lit and have a significant amount of red furniture/objects: Valda’s Inn, The Brotherhood of Scoggins’ lodge, and the Scoggins Erasers factory. These three locations also happen to be marked by major Hidden People encounters and sightings (the furnace pipe incident/Bo’s encounter at the inn, Nelson getting a gear piece stolen from him while at the lodge, The Whole Situation Going On At The Factory. Y’know, all that fun stuff).

In Puzzle Agent 2, I find it really cool that Korka’s house has a lot of red/warm colours in it while also being accented by blue-greens! Like I said before when discussing her outfit: Korka knows that there’s a mystery hidden in the heart of Scoggins! She knows something’s up, but her focus is directed towards the wrong thing!

Well, that was a lotta words! I think that’s everything I wanted to say. (do you ever wonder about the sun motif in valda’s inn?) I probably forgot a few things, but yeah! (look up the english translation for the german word ‘versteckt.’ look up the meaning of the name ‘alfred.’) Thanks for reading!

[human-wof-designs]

How would you say each tribe would dress? Do they all have a dressing thing that they are all styled the same way or what? I how you understand thanks. BTW I love your artwork so much keep designing.

oh man i don't really know, i haven't consciously been giving each tribe a cohesive aesthetic. certain patterns have developed, though, like these --

mudwings wear a lot of flannels and flannel patterns - sort of a more rural clothing style

rainwings have big colorful jackets. i think they also have a history with draped garments with a lot of layers of different textiles (see grandeur's design or glory's 'queen' outfit)

icewings are sleeker, with a lot of light sweaters and more nicely cut coats (maybe this is just because i've drawn mostly the nobility though)

nightwings kind of wear whatever, with a mostly black/silver color scheme. i associate certain characters with different colors though, like moon is olive green and starflight is purple

i remember writing that sandwings have a history with textiles but i forgot to implement it. so far they've gotten more activewear/streetwear-ish looks, with sandy warmer colors

skywings get plaid patterns, lots of hoods, and a lot of leather as well? especially red leather. more of a biker-y aggressive style i think

seawings are like what you would see on the boardwalk. beach vibes, athletic wear, etc. i genuinely don't know that coral's outfit is supposed to be, it is a mystery

silkwings get more worn-out, soft-looking clothes

i haven't drawn a lot of hivewings but i want them to look preppy. lots of ties and collared shirts

leafwings are turning out to be a jumble of different styles and influences (obligatory wait & see)

i think that about covers it! sorry this answer was so long - turns out i had more thoughts on this subject than i thought :')

[a-cup-of-fantasy]

so, as the next couple chapters for my main @smvillainsweek fic are going to take a while for me to finish, here's a bonus snippet for the free day (though it still fits under the theme of corruption) that takes place between the second and third chapters.

I actually wrote this like a year and a half ago, and it's been sitting in my giant folder of sailor moon wips, and I thought now would be an appropriate point to share it, to tumblr at least. I may post it to ao3 eventually, idk.

(edit: I have now posted it to ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50676811)

it's a short kunzoi piece, with implied/fade to black sex, but nothing at all explict. hope you enjoy!

Zoisite marched into their rooms in a huff, only to sigh as he entered to see Kunzite pouring over papers at the table there. “You’re still at it? You promised you’d be done for the day hours ago.” 

There was no response.

“Kunzite?” 

He walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder. At the touch, Kunzite whirled around, with his fingers just beginning to spark with the light of a spell and his eyes a dull grey, unfocused. “Hey, it’s just me! All I did was say hi—you’re not usually this jumpy.”

Kunzite’s eyes widened as he took in what was before him. He shook his head. “I’m sorry—I didn’t hear you come in. I must have been more absorbed in the work than I thought. What time is it?”

“Far past time for you to go get something to eat, if you’ve been sitting here since I left you.” Zoisite said, and he sighed, letting go of the snide tone. “Come on, I’m worried about you. You’ve been so stressed the past few days. And what are you even working on that’s got you like this, anyway?”

“I’m looking at the records of who and how many people have been entering the Earth from the Silver Millenium. There’s something—”

“Really? That’s what has got you so stressed you forgot we were supposed to have dinner together?”

“We were—oh shit. That was tonight, wasn't it.”

“Yes, yes it is. Why do you think I’m dressed up like this?” Zoisite turned around, showing off how the green silk of his shirt shimmered in the light, and how it highlighted the embroidery of the floral patterns he so loved. He stopped when he was facing away from Kunzite, and made as if to walk out the door. “Though, I suppose since you’re so occupied with your work, I may as well just leave you to it.”

Kunzite stood up from the desk and put his arms around him. “I’m sorry, love. I got caught up in this, and I completely forgot. Can you find it in yourself to forgive me?”

“I don’t know…” he said, but he broke off in a giggle when Kunzite began to press kisses to the back of his neck. 

“How about now?” 

Zoisite wanted to melt back into Kunzite’s touch, but he decided he’d play hard to get for a while longer. “I think it’ll take more than a few kisses to get me to forgive you for standing me up like that.”

“What about some pretty words then? Like how absolutely ravishing you look in that outfit, or how incredibly sorry I am to have left you on your lonesome for so long? Or, would you prefer me to get on my knees?” His words were punctuated by kisses, and one of his hands began to slide down Zoisite’s leg as he murmured into his ear.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough, you flatterer.” Zoisite turned around and drew Kunzite into a long kiss. “I forgive you,” he said as he pulled away. “But, I’m still worried about you. You’ve hardly been doing anything but work the past few days, and I could have sworn you’d said you wouldn’t be as busy now as you had been recently. What’s going on?”

“Oh, forget about it for now.” Kunzite lifted Zoisite up in his arms and carried him to the bed. 

Zoisite frowned as Kunzite set him down. “I’m serious.”

“Fine. It’s the Moon, there’s something—” He stopped and sighed when he saw Zoisite’s blank stare. “You don’t see it.”

“You’re right, I don’t see it. I don't understand what it is that’s got you so worried.” He looked into Kunzite’s eyes, still the brilliant silver that he’d fallen in love with. “Just… just promise me that you’re okay?”

“I promise.” He started to undo the ties holding Zoisite’s shirt together. “Don’t worry, my love. It’ll be fine. I’m fine. Now, I think there is something far more enjoyable we could be doing, don’t you agree? ”

The caress of Kunzite’s hands on his skin thoroughly distracted Zoisite from his concerns and drove any worried thoughts from his mind, if only for a little while. For, as he lay in bed afterwards, with Kunzite’s strong arms around him, he couldn’t get rid of the sensation that was creeping up his spine, the unshakable feeling that something, somewhere, was going wrong.

[initiala]

writing patterns

tagged by @spartanguard, dragging me kicking and screaming to look at my fics in the eye and bear the shame of not being able to write

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

(a couple of the more recently listed fics were cross-posted from another archive and are over 15 years old, though Ao3's cross-posting dates them sooner, so I'm skipping them. Also just putting the first of the 'Ecstasy' stories instead of figuring out which ones were posted when)

A drop of toothpaste dripped onto her black tank top before she could react. (from Bad Moon Rising)

Once upon a time, a little girl was stolen from a castle in the dead of night. (from The Dark and Light Along the Sea)

I tried to get her back. (from what's left of me)

The air was brisk and smelled of frost as the small company trekked through the forest. (from A Midwinter Incident)

The air in her bedroom felt heavy and damp, but Emma Swan wasn't letting a warm spring night like this get away from her. (from Hook-Echo)

Exiting the bathroom in need of assistance with his tie, Killian stopped short and found himself in desperate need of a drink. (from Ecstasy is All You Need)

“I thought they were tearing down that old house.” (from The Old House)

Tales are told in taverns. (from Once the Dawn Breaks)

There's no possible good answer to give to Mary Margaret's question about the temperature when she comes home that afternoon. (from Shelter from the Storm)

There'd been a semester back in eighth grade when Emma's science teacher went all in on biology. (from The Werewolf of London)

I like to set a scene, which feels really stupid to say because duh that's the point of writing?? But I think I really want you to get gripped with a feeling. It's exasperating to get toothpaste on your shirt and you have to go change. You know how a warm, humid spring night feels. Someone says something or recalls something another said that leads you into the story. A Situation Has Arisen, I Forgot To Pay The Heating Bill, Oh No My Roommate Is Gonna Kill me.

idk, I feel like all the writing friends got tagged already in this, if you see it and would like to contribute, please feel free!

[project-v175]

Out on a Limb

Brutal fighting. That's what the wizarding world had succumbed to. Violence. All her life, she had only known the peace of magic. That changed when she became an apprentice at the ministry. She wanted to be an auror. She wanted to restore peace. He who shall not be named had ruined everything for her, and it needed to be set right. Nothing felt normal for her.. not until him.

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Chapter 3: Rest

The small house seemed much too empty tonight. Plastic covered furniture sat in the middle of the living room, reminding Venus of the home project she had yet to complete. She barely felt at home. The confines of the walls made her feel suffocated-as if she was choking on the air she breathed. Venus hated being home. The door behind her clicked shut, cutting her off from the outside world for the rest of the night.

She stepped through the home. Each room was undergoing some kind of project. Her bedroom was the only place truly safe to be. She stepped into the bedroom, flicking on a half melted candle with her wand. The lazy motion ended with her wand on the bedside table while she flopped onto the bed. The bed creaked and bounced under her weight.

"So.. fucking.. tired.." Venus mumbled out. She kicked off her shoes and tossed away her clothes. Exhaustion had taken its toll; only leaving her enough energy to throw on a sleep shirt she had laying on the bed. Her eyes drifted closed the moment her head hit the pillow. Dreams over took her vision. Haunting memories surfaced from deep within her memory. One jerk turned to two. Jerks turned to rolling between the covers.

A vision of Alastor played beneath her eyelids; blood pouring from his leg, color from his face draining, her silent voice begging to be heard across the field. She watches helplessly as Alastor dies slowly, moaning in pain and pleading for it to stop. Voldemort's laugh echoes in her ears and mocks the loss of her coworker. It won't stop. She just wants it to stop. A scream rips through her throat and out into the air, "Make it stop! Please! Make it stop! Why won't you please make it stop!" It all feels too real. And it is. Her body jolts awake with a choking cough. Her own saliva is caught in her throat while she screams. The thick spit is moved with a strained gag, and Venus sits up.

Her palms place on her eyes, wiping away the sleep. She yawns into the back of her hand. Her knees feel weak the moment she stands. That dream.. its all too real. Even though she knows it isn't. The dark hallway is lit by the soft words of "Lumos" and her wand. Venus moves her eyes from the floor to the kitchen. They glance over the brand new tile placed along the back of the stove-beautiful mermaids she painted herself; each one was slightly different from the last. Different eyes, different hair, slightly different skin tones or patterns, different tail shapes. A soft smile spreads over her lips at the sight. Pride swelled in her chest. Her art had come a long way.

Her eyes shifted from the tile to the covered table. Venus difted her wand over the top, looking over the numerous paint cans and paint caked brushes. She hovered her light over the middle of the table. A guitar, painted to look like the seaside, stared back at her. She reached out for the neck. It was heavy in her already tired arms, but welcomed.

The floor invited her down for a seat. Venus took the guitar into her arms. One hand placed on the neck while the other wrapped around the body. Her fingers smoothed over the strings, letting out an off pitch tone. Her face knitted together at the sound.

"Guess i forgot to tune it after I painted it.. didn't i love?" Venus spoke softly to the instrument- as if it were a child in her arms.

Her left hand moved up the neck and to the headstock. She turned the pegs, testing the sound each time until the key satified her. One stroke of her hand over the strings filled the house with a beautiful melody. The moon shone in through the window, down onto the floor where Venus sat. Of all nights, the moon chose tonight to be full of her silvery glow.

Venus strummed her guitar peacefully. Her head nodded in a rhythmic pattern with her lips parted in anticipation. One last cord, and she began to sing. A song of two lovers; one lost in the seafoam, the other waiting anxiously on shore. The words barely leave her lips before flashes of the weeks before take over. Her friends, family, and coworkers. All of them, gone. Her fingers slip from the chords. The house falls back into silence while tears fall from her eyes.

She wipes away the first few. The salty substance clings to her skin and only makes a path for the next droplets to replace them. The guitar is set back on the table, and Venus turns to the floor for comfort. Beneath the table, she is safe to let her feelings flood through her body. Sobs wreck through her relentlessly. There is no one to comfort her. The once beautiful moon only reminds her of how lonely she is in England. She would do anything to be with her family again in America. But what good would it do? Her work is here. Her dreams and passions live here. There is nothing for her there, and no one for her here.

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Author Note

Okay, so i know this focuses on Venus today, BUT i promise it's important. Also, im not sorry about the sad bits. She needs her moment. Shes gonna get several of them. Chapter 4 makes it all worth while i PROMISE.

~Project V-175 🖤

[swearwolfremuslupin]

Remus jostled his way through the crowd, too tired, and admittedly inebriated, to care much about being polite. As he found his way back to the now familiar drinks bar, he repressed the voice in his head that had been telling him to slow down for hours. So what if he had one too many? Wasn’t he allowed a break? Wasn’t he allowed to switch off for an evening? He was used to Sirius being the reckless one, the one who knew his limits but pushed past them because he could, because he wanted to see what would happen. The part of his brain consistently trying to rationalise told him he wasn’t doing that. told him he was fine. He could handle his drink when he needed to, and if the event organisers didn’t want people to drink the champagne, then they wouldn’t have provided it. Swiping another glass from the table, he replaced it with his empty one, tugging at the collar of the ridiculous shirt he had allowed Sirius to pick out for him. Ever since his realisation, since noticing the obvious shift in the pattern of his illness, he hadn’t been able to relax. Surrendering himself to his surroundings, to whatever his other half decided would look best on him, he didn’t have the energy to choose an outfit. He was mentally as exhausted as he should be physically feeling. 

As the full moon grew closer, he found himself less comforted by the potions that were easing his symptoms. Restless instead. Like his body was aching to feel the pain, and the lethargy he was used to. He stayed awake at night wondering what his life might look like without his bad days. Without his nausea, and muscle pain, insomnia, and fatigue. Hope caught in his throat, lodged there as a constant reminder of how much he stood to lose if he started to believe there might actually be some kind of future for him. One where he was healthier, one where he didn’t dread twelve nights out of the year. Turning to make his way back to Sirius, he was startled to find he had been followed. Nearly walking into his boyfriend, he stumbled over his feet, coming to an abrupt halt, a hand reaching out to steady himself against his chest. He could see the concern in his boyfriend’s eyes but he pointedly chose to ignore it. “...’m sorry. I forgot to ask if you wanted one.”

@afracturedstar​

[siriuslychessi]

I posted 944 times in 2022

That's 469 more posts than 2021!

18 posts created (2%)

926 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@galahadwilder

@actuallyyangxiaolong

@shehatedhimnahshedidnt

@lupinatic

@whereintheworldiskamalakhan

I tagged 50 of my posts in 2022

#blackinnon - 15 posts

#sirius black - 13 posts

#marlene mckinnon - 12 posts

#padfoot - 11 posts

#blackinnonfest2022 - 7 posts

#meme - 7 posts

#jily - 6 posts

#writing - 5 posts

#fanart - 4 posts

#potterverse - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#you can ship whatever and multiple ships with the same characters

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Soulmate - Sirius/James/Lily !!!

I'm glad to see someone enthusiastic lol

"Git" the word appeared on his side, bold big, it even had a shadow on it, and he wasn't sure why was that.

Git was a fairly common word that anyone could call him at any given moment for any given reason, and James Potter had received a very few gits in his life, earned and not, but they never seem too romantic towards him, nor he felt anything special towards the person uttering those words.

You would think the universe would choose a better word to recognise your soulmate by, other than git, wouldn't you?

6 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#4

First Sentence Game

Thanks for the tag @blitheringmcgonagall

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns.

Favorite Line: You know that line that they feed you about couples, the one that says the first kiss is always the perfect kiss?

Frustration (Potterverse, Jily)

Snow always made things quiet and gorgeous at Hogwarts, at least outside of the castle.

The Dare (Potterverse, Jily)

It started with a party, didn’t all great things start like that?

07 AU Everybody Lives (Potterverse, Jilytober)

Summer, a flickering season that started okay; with the sun shining through the clouds and always ended with shirts soaked in sweat and the promise of a recurrent sunburn if you forgot to apply sunscreen.

06 Dancing (Potterverse, Jilytober)

There were so many pictures around the house that he usually didn’t remember when they were taken, or what exactly was the point of his having one photo on the small Christmas tree.

05 Lily finding about Remus/Animagi (Potterverse, Jilytober)

Blood, blood everywhere, that’s how the morning after the full moon had found James and his friends.

04 Forced proximity (Potterverse, Jilytober)

It wasn't his plan, this wasn't his plan.

03 Sneaking out after hours (Potterverse, Jilytober)

James found a way to sneak the Cloak from home for his seventh year.

02 Head Boy/Head Girl Fight (Potterverse, Jilytober)

James Potter was a teen boy, a man in wizard years, and to anyone that new James Potter they would say his biggest trait was that he was fun to be around.

01 First Kiss (Potterverse, Jilytober)

You know that line that they feed you about couples, the one that says the first kiss is always the perfect kiss?

Más de una década (Potterverse, Sirius and Remus friendship, Spanish)

Doce años, nueve meses, tres semanas y cuatro días era el tiempo exacto en el que a Sirius se le ocurrió por última vez pisar esa casa.

Risas (Potterverse,Mary MacDonald, Spanish)

Cuando la guerra llegó a la vida de Mary ella no supo muy bien cómo reaccionar.

Salvation & Damnation (PJO)

The streets of Los Angeles weren’t riddled with homeless people,

We Are all Flawed (Potterverse)

Horace Slughorn was a man of refined taste;

See the full post

6 notes - Posted February 19, 2022

#3

WIP Game

Tagged by @annabtg

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it!

Robin Hood – Jily – AU

Percy Jackson – Saint Seiya – AU

Goong - Marauders/Jily/Blackinnon AU

Coffee Princes - Blackinnon/Jily AU

The Prank – HTGAW style - Marauders

Doctor - Teacher - Jily

Soulmate - Sirius/James/Lily

Last Christmas AU - Jily

Tedromeda - Persephone’s myth

10 things I hate about you - Blackinnon

Kimi no na wa AU - Jily

Fruit Basket AU - Marauders

Bake Off AU - Jily

Cursed Smutt - Blackinnon

First Kiss - Jily (challenge)

1st War - Jily (challenge)

Tagging: @siriusuntiltheveryend @midnightelite @blitheringmcgonagall @matrixaffiliate and anyone else that wants to join.

8 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#2

I’m not ready for my jily mutual to all turn into wolfstar, my Blackinnon ass is not doing its work 😂

12 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

James Potter parents' names

I don't know why this topic has been going around lately, we were talking in various groups about the change of names of Harry's grandparents, and the fandom just going with the flow. How much is fandom accepted and how much is actually canon? is the general questions so I thought that maybe some of you would be interested in a little fandom history.

If you are not, it's fine, you can skip this post. (I'll even put it under read more)

I don't want to make a big long post so here is the brief story, as best as I can put it. Ever since PoA being published in 1999 there had been stories about the Marauders, their relationship with Harry Potter, and a bunch of other things that we came to know as fanon.

However, from 1999 until 2006, we didn't have any idea on what Harry's grandparents names were, we still don't know what the Evans were called. Yet, at some point in 2006 JKR gave us a tiny piece of information, something small that we grabbed hold to it for deer (pun intended) life, and didn't want to let go of, and it was the Black Family Tree:

This was hand drawn by JKR for an auction, you can read more about it here, and we all just went wild with head canons.

As you can see, one of Walburga's (Sirius' mother) aunts, was name Dorea Black, and she married a Charlus Potter, they had one child, nameless, and we all just assumed that child was James Potter.

Why? you may ask.

We knew James parents were an elderly couple. Dorea being older than Orion and Walburga made sense. So the nameless child became James Charlus Potter (because we all know the middle name is always the dad's name).

After years of this, JKR decided to update her website, that was filled with puzzles and little details of the characters, and created Pottermore. Here she added another nugget of information about the Potters and it was that James parents' names, giving us Fleamont and Eupemia Potter, the names we have come to grow and love as well.

Yet from almost 9 years from 2006 to 2015, Dorea and Charlus held a special space in our hearts and this is why, if you decide to read vintage fanfiction, you will see these name being plastered around without any disregards, as it was fanon fuelled by a little bit of canon, as most ideas start in many of our communities.

52 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[lilacastar]

KDA

Part 10: Apology

Hot from the brutal sun, Kalrick was ready to go inside after completing the walk. It didn't seem to make too much of a difference that he was without the stick, so perhaps the pattern itself was more significant.

The screech of the screen door loudly announced his presence entering, but he found his mom sitting at the kitchen table, pretending not to notice. He approached her left side, and she continued to cold shoulder him as if he weren't there.

"I'm sorry, mom." He started, not even bothering to hide how half-hearted his tone was. "I lost my temper and yelled at you, and said stuff I didn't mean again."

She nodded, but said nothing in return.

He sighed.

"Dear heavenly father, I am sorry for flipping you off and saying you aren't real." He rolled his eyes, since she clearly wasn't looking his direction. "You mean a lot to my mom, so I am sorry, Jesus."

She turned into his side, giving him a tight hug. "Oh, thank you, Riki."

He couldn't even bother correcting her this time, just as long as she accepted his poor excuse for an apology.

"I knew you'd come around" Her voice muffled between his clothes. "It's just so hard to stay mad at you in this cute shirt. But you really shouldn't be wearing it outside, it'll get dirty."

"Ok."

"And you can't speak like that to Jesus again!"

"Ok."

"Next time I drive to town I'll take you, but NO demon books, it's what got you sick in the first place."

"Ok."

She finally pulled away, letting Kalrick free of her clutches.

"Oh, your socks are filthy," She fluttered, and pressed down the wrinkles in his embarrassing shirt that made him look like a boy scout. "Please take a shower and I'll do the laundry for you."

"Bu-"

"I'll do your sheets too, while I'm in your room."

"Actually, I-"

"It's ok, I know it won't all fit in one load, I'll do two and don't you worry about any of it.

"Ok," He sighed. And gave up just to make her shut up.

If it wasn't for how badly he needed somewhere to sleep, let alone how dysfunctional he was without assistance, he'd be outright telling her to fuck off and leave him alone. She didn't deserve an apology, he wasn't a single bit sorry and if anyone deserved an apology it was himself. After all he'd been through, it was other people who should be sorry and just leave him alone.

Instead, he submitted and took a shower as mom ordered. The evening came and went, dinner prepared and finished. It came to no surprise to him, by the time the day came to a close, that mom forgot to follow through. He was met with a bare mattress and soggy, damp sheets still sitting in the wash.

Frustrated, tired, and filled with familiar disappointment, he left for the ritual to prevent a meltdown. He sighed, standing in the muggy, yet breezy evening, then began. For a second time he completed the ritual without his walking stick, which further begged the question: why was it so important to walk that specific pattern?

Carefully and quietly, he snuck to the other side of the house where mom's garden resided, and found the ladder. He heaved it under his arms, doing his best not to drag it and wake his mother. But propping it against his room's side of the house still didn't reach the roof. He'd have to trust his balance, for his short stature was certainly not helping right then. And neither was the wind shaking the ladder.

But he managed, raised on tip toes and some struggling, to worm his way onto the roof without falling. He then stood tall, proud his small body made the feat, and looked out through the property. The sky looked familiar from up here. He wanted to scoff at the thought. Of course the sky looked familiar, it's always been there. But the stars reflected light down onto his skin, as if it were a hug from missing him.

"Welcome home" As if the stars could speak. Because they hadn't seen him, in a very long time.

Squinting, he tried to make out the part near the gate, but it was so far away and the moon just wasn't bright enough. It was difficult to tell in the dark, but he was certain it was the shape he was suspecting. It looped, boxed, and came back round inside the single circle. He leaned closer, having to be positive. A fresh breeze gushed around his light form, almost shoving him forward. He wobbled back and forth, flailing his arms to catch balance but his stomach swirled, looking down to the earth.

The edge of his black shoe slipped over the roofing and his body dropped faster than the anxiety in his throat could follow. Quicker than seconds could count, Kalrick fell off the house and into the summer night.

[musekicker]

Uh, so some warnings for this one.

Some small moments of homophobia, including a of language to do with that. Also implications of abuse.

The above all committed by a character that was made to be a asshole and it absolutely in the wrong btw

But yeah, Mason having some bad memories of his childhood, yet finding hope in a yellow bowtie.

It was a charity gala event. Nana Noodleman had a hoof in it of course and that was part of why the New Moon Theater crew had been invited.

Mason had thought himself prepared for it too. He even had been so sure that he took the time to buy a bowtie to go with the his nice event clothes. However on the night of this event he found that he could not find the bowtie.

He supposed he shouldn't had been shocked at himself. He was just generally forgetful. Just last week he had forgotten his water bottle at home though he knew he had placed it on the counter near the door of his apartment so he wouldn't forget it on his way out. 

As much as it was in his nature to be forgetful, sometimes it bothered him. He felt like it made him look stupid and he greatly hated that feeling. 

At least he hadn't forgotten the rest of his fancy event clothes. It wouldn't be a total embarrassment.

"Are we all here?" Buster asked.

"I'm not." Ella said.

"Hah hah, cute Ella. I will take this as a yes." Buster said. "Now let's go and make this a great charity event."

With that said, everyone started to walk into the building. Before Mason could step into the building, Buster walked beside him, calling out to get Mason's attention.

"Oh Mason, a second of your time." Buster said.

"Is this about the bowtie? I mean to get one before the whole event and when I went to dress up I either didn't buy one or I just can't find it. I'm so-" Mason said.

Buster put up a hand.

"We all kind of expected this actually. With how often you forget small things like that." Buster said.

"Sorry." Mason said. "I'm sure that can be annoying that I keep doing that." Mason said.

"Oh no no. Not upset at all. I'm only saying any of this because I thought ahead and got you a back up bowtie in case you forgot to get one." Buster said.

Mason wasn't sure how to feel about that. On the one paw, he was glad that he would actually be fully prepared for the charity event and look his best. But on the other, there was the fact that now he knew he had a record of these things.

Buster took out a small, flat, cardboard box out of his pocket and handed it to Mason who took it and opened it.

"Hope you like it. Heard from Johnny that yellow is your favorite color." Buster said.

Mason looked into the box, knowing what he was going to see before he saw it. It a simple, yellow bowtie. No pattern, just a solid yellow.

And just like that Mason was lost in a memory.

Mason had been so very proud of himself. Saving up money from doing small chores about the town so he could start buying small things for himself. 

This included not father approved items. Things such as notebooks and pencils with flower patterns. Plastic rings, even a actual mood ring! But the purchase he had been the proudest of was the bowtie.

The bowtie had been a bright yellow. Mason remembered that he had picked it out because it was a happy color. It made him think of things like sunshine and yellow flowers in a field. 

Yellow.. a color that his father had told him was not a boy color. 

He knew it had been a risk, buying it. Much like the other little not father approved items. But the moment he had saw it he knew he needed it. He needed that drop of sunshine and symbol of happiness in his life.

Then came the day of a fancy event his dad was dragging him and his sister to was here. And Mason was getting ready for it. He already had on his good dress pants and dress shirt. Next he needed was a bowtie.

Mason didn't know what possessed him to take out the yellow bowtie at all. Maybe it was because he actually had the nice clothes on now. Why not at least try the favored bowtie on to see how it would look even if he would not be able to wear it for long?

Even though he knew it not wise, he tried the yellow bowtie on.

As he thought, the pop of yellow was a joy to see with his outfit . Some small part of himself wanted to attempt to wear the bowtie at the event. Maybe it would slip his fathers notice. Or maybe his father would agree that it did suit him and that-

"Mason!" 

Mason jumped at the sound of his fathers voice.

How had he not heard his father coming? Normally his dad stomped around the place, his heavy footfalls always a warning to Mason to hide anything he didn't want his father to see. For whatever reason though, the taller, black wolf with a patch of grey going down his muzzle had not been heard coming. And Mason was still wearing the yellow bowtie.

"What is taking you so long?" his dad asked. "We need to leave soon. And your sister is all set. Why are you always so slow?" 

Mason ignored the barb at his speed. He was more focused on trying to make sure that his father did not notice the bowtie. 

"I'm almost ready. Really! I'll be ready in a few minutes." Mason said.

Mason hoped. Hoped and hoped that would be enough. But his dad just seemed to have a sense for when Mason was up to something. And this moment wasn't any different. His father frowned, his brows furrowed. Clearly knowing something was up but not quite knowing what yet.

"Why do you look so guilty?" he asked.

"Guilty? I don't know what you're-" Mason said.

Then his fathers eyes went to Mason's neck and Mason knew it was over.

"Where did you get that?" his father asked.

Mason froze. He didn't know how to answer that in a way that wouldn't get him into more trouble. 

His father stormed over without waiting for a answer. He pointed right as Mason, his grey eyes cold.

"Do you want to look like some pansy?" his father snapped.

Mason knew what his father meant by that. He didn't dare say to his father there was nothing wrong with being a "pansy", that maybe he WAS one himself. Instead he looked down to the floor.

"No.. I don't-" Mason said.

"We'll talk about how you got this later. I don't have time to get into this now." his father said, eyes still cold. "And take that bowtie off." 

Mason obeyed. By time Mason got the yellow bowtie off, his dad had found a different bowtie in a navy blue color. His father put a open palm out, waiting for Mason to place the yellow bowtie there. Trying not to sigh, Mason put the bowtie down in his palm.

"Now put on a bowtie in a color you're suppose to wear!" his father snapped. "I'm throwing this shit away in the trash."

Then his father was gone, the yellow bowtie Mason had loved so much in hand.

Mason had went behind his fathers back  that night after that. A dangerous move he knew even then. But he could not bear the idea of the bowtie, that small scrap of happiness, rotting the garbage. So in the dark of night, he had searched the garbage can outside and after a smelly time digging through the trash he had found it. He made sure after to put the trash back into the bag and clean both him and the bowtie itself.

By some miracle he had not been heard or caught doing any of this. And he was able to hide the bowtie.

He hid the bowtie in a shoe box with other small, not father approved objects and books. He didn't dare store it under his bed. That was too easy a place to find it. His hiding place for the box was in his closet behind a stack of books and some folded clothes.

Sadly, it had not ended up being as good a hiding place as Mason had thought it would be. His father had found the box months later.

Mason still recalled the day he got home and his father was sitting at the dining room table, the box and it's contents in front of him. His father's expression had been unreadable. But he had known the moment he saw his father there that it was not going to be a good day.

That memory... he was unwilling to unpack or think about currently. But it was so hard to get back into the moment.

"Mason? You okay?" Buster asked.

Mason finally looked away from the bowtie and looked down to Buster. Buster's expression was so full of concern.

"You seemed lost in a thought for a bit there." Buster said.

Mason was still staring at the bow. Buster spoke up again.

"I hope I didn't accidently insult you." Buster said.

Mason was quick to answer now, fully snapped out of his memories.

"No! No no, you.. I'm just really moved that you thought of me. That's all." Mason said.

Buster relaxed a little more once hearing Mason's reply and that Mason was talking again.

"Good. I was a little worried." Buster said.

Now stepping into the building, Mason was still looking down at the gift. He looked to Buster with a smile.

"I'm going to go find the bathroom and put this on." Mason said. "Thanks again by the way." 

Buster nodded and went to find Nana. Mason waited until he got to the bathroom to cry some conflicted tears. Both some tears from those bitters moments from his childhood, and happy tears from the fact that he was so cared for now.

He could not tell Buster yet how much this gift meant to him. Maybe one day he would be ready to share. But tonight was not that night.

Besides, tonight was about good things. With good people. And with the family that he had chosen.

[bl00dgutsgl0ry]

Rivalry Put To Rest

Pairing - Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Warnings - Arranged marriages (non of that under age like child marriages though fuck that yuck, these are obviously of age adults i just really wanna make that clear jesus), praise kink, modern AU, just lovely soft sex with my favorite man :'^).

Word Count - 2.4k

Other Comments - Dude it’s been so long since ive actually written anything im so sorry. But i couldn't resist writing this. I know i promised xiao but he will come in time. This is a little bit of a slow burn, or at least the sex doesnt start right away lol i want this to be nice and soft. P.s. youre on birth control so dont worry about no condom lol.

You did not like this idea. Why your parents were still forcing you into this was beyond you seeing as how you were a fully grown ass adult. You just couldn’t stomach the disappointment you would be seen as in their eyes. You were the daughter to the CEO of one of the most well known Law Firms in Teyvat. Zhongli was the son of another CEO who controlled your Rival company. Yours's and his parents wanted to finally settle the bad blood between the firms by having the two of you get married. You knew damn well the benefits of doing this was, god forbid if your Fathers firm went underwater, you would still be secure with Zhongli as your husband.

It’s not that you didn’t like Zhongli, and he certainly was not ugly; you just couldn’t stand your freedom to choose who you really wanted to marry being ripped from you. It was non negotiable though, so you had to go through with it. Zhongli didn’t seem to mind at all, he thoroughly enjoyed his very brief moments he had with you before, and was frankly excited to get more of those moments. He just hoped you didn’t resent him or blame him for this.

You both of course had an extravagant wedding, why would you not when your family was one of the wealthiest in Teyvat. You were grateful to your parents for letting you invite a few of your friends, and it seemed Zhongli had done the same. There was almost like a crowd formed around you two at the after party, you talking to your friends, and him with his. Zhongli had offered you his arm to hold onto, but you politely declined, feeling that even just holding his arm was too intimate for you.

“Already trouble in paradise for the two lovebirds?” One of Zhongli’s friends had chuckled, a red head with a stupidly smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as you shot a look at him. Your friend Ningguang frowned, turning to look at your now husband.

“Control your dog, Mr. Zhongli.” You let out a chuckle, when you heard Zhongli’s friend scoff.

After a while, it was customary for the newlyweds to go on their honeymoon; so after a couple of hours you had to bid farewell to your friends and family. You approached the jet the two of you would be taking, with Zhongli carrying the luggage not far behind. You went ahead and boarded, while your new husband spoke with the pilot and the crew, sighing to yourself.

“Come on (y/n) suck it up, this honeymoon will be over sooner than you know it.” You mumbled to yourself, settling into the high class jet.

“Did you say something (y/n)?” You jumped, not expecting to hear Zhongli’s voice. “Ah.. My apologies, I did not mean to startle you.” You sighed and shook your head, waiving your hand to dismiss the apology.

“You’re fine Zhongli, I’m just… Nervous is all.” He hummed in response, nodding as he settled himself into the jet.

“I understand (y/n), I really do apologize about this being thrusted into your lap. I know this isn’t the ideal circumstances for a young woman to go through.” You nodded, glad that he understood your hesitance to the situation. Zhongli really wasn’t a bad guy.

“It’s really not your fault Zhongli, I understand you probably had no more say in it than I.” You gave him a reassuring smile, the first genuine smile to grace his line of sight. Without noticing he found himself smiling back, relieved that you didn’t see him with any contempt. A comfortable silence settled, as the jet took off towards your destination.

It wasn’t a long flight, and along the way you were able to make small talk, slowly learning more about Zhongli. After two short hours, you felt the jet jump slightly against the ground before steadying itself on the runway. After a few more moments, you both departed, Zhongli once again handling the luggage, leaving your side to retrieve it.

Before you knew it, you were at the house you would be staying at for your honeymoon. It sat on a beautiful beach side shore, with a large open patio looking out over the ocean. By the time you guys had arrived it was already around 10:00 o’clock at night, so the crescent moon was high in the sky as you both stepped out onto the patio. The moon and stars gleamed against the inky black water, with the rhythmic beating of the waves lulling you both into a comfortable silence. You stood next to your husband and finally for the first time that night, actually took in his face.

The light of the scenery exposed the beauty Zhongli held in his face, the pale light bouncing off his cheekbones and illuminating his golden irises as he looked out over the sea. He must’ve felt you staring because moments later those golden eyes were locked on yours.

“Do you like the scenery (y/n)?” You gave a quick nod before ducking away from his gaze, a red flush rising to your face. You heard him chuckle for a moment before shifting.

“I know what is customary to happen on our honeymoon, and I do not want you to feel pressured to fulfill that part of our relationship.” You flushed even more as you suddenly found the pattern of the wood to be very interesting. You had completely forgot that sex was usually something people did on honeymoons. It seemed normal, because generally the people who get married have had a relationship before this so nothing felt awkward about the topic. Obviously that wasn't the case in this situation, but there was something in you that kind of wanted to. Something in you that felt comfortable enough with him to do it, you already trusted him which shocked you. What if he wasn’t though? What if he was uncomfortable with the thought of having sex with you right now which is why he brought it up so suddenly?

“Thank you Zhongli, you’re too kind. You’ve truly been so understanding through this entire thing.” You looked back up to him finally, and found a gentle smile on his face. He nodded and hummed before turning back to the house.

“We should probably get to bed, it’s already fairly late.” You nodded, pulling out your phone to check the time. You both walked about into the house together. “There is another room down the hall from the master bedroom if you don’t want to sleep in the same bed. It’s smaller so I could always take it.” There he goes, being considerate and kind; handling your thoughts and feelings like glass that would break any second. You remained silent for a moment contemplating on what he had said, before gently shaking your head.

“No, no, it’s fine. I want to share the bed with you.” You smiled up at him, and he looked almost surprised with your willingness, but the shock didn’t last for long before he smiled back at you and nodded; offering you his arm to hold on to, which you shakily took. You both reached the bedroom, where he had placed all of your guy's luggage before letting you go to retrieve your sleeping clothes as he did the same. You went into the bathroom, to give yourself and him some privacy before slowly re-entering. Zhongli was in a pair of brown silk pants with golden accents and a black short sleeve shirt. Your eyes met each other, and Zhongli smiled when he saw you.

“I know that these were unideal circumstances to get married, but I’m happy it is you who is my spouse. I can only hope you think the same of me, and that at some point you can genuinely feel connected to me.” You blushed as he said this, genuinely taken aback by the sincerity in his voice. You feel bad for dreading and almost resenting Zhongli when you were first notified about the engagement, once finding out just how compassionate and caring the man before you was. Slowly, the two of you made your way into the large king sized bed. There was a large gap between the two of you, large enough to comfortably fit another person. Your mind raced a mile a minute trying to decide whether or not you should scoot in a little closer to the man next to you.

And so you did, without taking another moment to think about it you shifted closer to Zhongli until your side gently pressed against his. You felt Zhongli stiffen beside you for a brief moment, and for a split second you regretted scooting in; that was until you felt him roll over onto his side and wrap a strong arm around your torso. You could really take in Zhongli’s scent like this and you noticed that he smelled like amber rum, chestnuts, and a hint of vanilla. It wrapped you in a warmth that lulled you into a comforting silence as the two of you laid together like this.

You rolled onto your side, letting Zhongli’s arm now rest against your waist. Your noses were almost touching as the two of you stared into each other's eyes. You saw his eyes dart down to your lips for the briefest of seconds, letting yourself do the same.

“Zhongli…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Can I kiss you?” You saw Zhongli’s eyes widen as his gorgeous eyes met yours, not expecting you to ask him that.

“I would love nothing more… Darling.” You flushed at the mild pet name, before softly placing your lips onto his. It felt as time skidded to a halt, as the two of you moved against each other with the grace of a slow dance. Soon enough it became heated, as you changed positions and straddled his hips. You could feel his boner pressing against you through his pants, and it made warmth bloom in your chest.

“You really want to do this right? You don’t feel pressured my dear?” You smiled at Zhongli’s questions, nodding before he could get another one out. It felt good to be so concerned about, so doted over.

“Yes Zhongli, I really want to do this with you. I trust you.” This time it was Zhongli’s turn to flush, an elegant smile gracing his lips. Before long, the both of you were out of your sleeping clothes and back on top of one another. Your back was to the silken bed sheets, as Zhongli was on top of you lining his hard cock up with your eager pussy. Zhongli gave you one last look before slowly entering you inch by inch. To say he was huge would be an understatement, so he knew he had to take it slow with you so as to not hurt you in any way. Zhongli needed this to be a good experience with you, he would never forgive himself if he hurt you or made this unenjoyable in any way at all.

The noises you were making and the way your hands were clawing at his back reassured him that he was doing everything right so far, always stopping after pushing in a few inches to give you time to adjust. Without thinking, Zhongli's mouth just started moving as words spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me my angel, you’re taking me so well. You’re too good for me.” With the praise spilling out of Zhongli’s mouth, you couldn’t help but unleash a flurry of loud moans, as he bottomed out. He stood still for a couple moments, making sure you were nice and comfortable, until he felt you trying to move against him; trying to get him to move in and out of you.

“If you were ready for me to move, all you needed to do was ask my gem.” You let out a whine like moan, that evolved into a guttural groan when he finally started to thrust in and out of you. Your nails raked across his skin, surely leaving marks for you to admire after this was all said and done. He wasn’t skipping out on the marks either, as he sucked and bit at your skin, still throwing out praise every time his mouth left your skin. His fingers dug into your hips, as he sped up. He just couldn’t help himself, your wet quivering pussy just felt way too good wrapped around him; sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“I can’t believe it took us getting into an arranged marriage to finally meet, my god where have you been all my life.” Zhongli had begun to groan, obviously getting close to tipping over the edge, with the way his thrusts continued to get sloppier every so often. You moaned in response, too blissed out of your mind to form actual words. Zhongli’s head fell against your shoulder, his ebony black hair hanging off his shoulders.

With a few more strokes, Zhongli had both of you tumbling over the edge and cumming in unison. All that could be heard in your room was the quiet crashing of waves and the combined panting of the both of you. After a few moments of Zhongli getting his breath back he tumbled down next to you, sweaty shoulders touching. A couple seconds of silence passed before you spoke up in a raspy broken voice.

“It took us so long because I’m technically your rival.” You were giggling slightly, when Zhongli let out a loud chuckle.

“I guess you are right my dear, but now we are joined together. And I cannot wait to see what comes of our joining.”

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Hi :) I can’t find the 4 chapter of the Reine Series. Is there any chance you can send it to me?

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Lol. So at this point I'm just going to repost it because I promise you are not the first one to ask. So here is the full, uncut version of Chapter 4 of Reine below.

Chapter 4: Goosebumps

Summary: You twin brother was getting ready to travel the world and what better way to send him off than a week-long get together with him and your friends in a remote town in France.

Pairing: Kylian Mbappe x Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: angst, fluff, grinding, kissing! umm i’m going to go ahead and mark this as 18+ (;

A/N: I am really just writing this story back to back, lmfao. I didn’t anticipate to release the chapters this quickly but might as well. I have nothing better to do now that I’m on break from college for the winter. I didn’t proofread/edit this chapter as meticulously as I usually do so I’m sorry if there is a tiny mistake at some point.

The rest of the morning, everyone lay in the living room playing various card games, picking up where they had left off during the first night. After talking amongst the group and eating breakfast, Theo suggested we go to the shops in Lyon and then perhaps go clubbing afterward. You weren’t too excited to go clubbing since you weren’t in a mood to drink but you wanted to visit Lyon a bit more. Additionally, you didn’t want to be the straggler who didn’t want to go.

You decided on wearing a long sleeved black dress that stopped at your thigh with a long black coat. You also put on your patterned fishnets that you wore every once in a blue moon with black boots. You weren’t going to go all out, but then saw what Lili and Simone were planning on wearing and you knew you had to be on their level as well.

Kylian had walked into the bathroom where you were applying the last bits of your makeup and leaned against the door frame. He had on a cream colored long sleeve shirt with black pants.

You stared at him through the mirror as he crossed his arms. He hadn’t spoken a word and you were content with just taking in his view. He looked extremely handsome and you couldn’t deny it. The shirt he had on hugged his shoulders and biceps poetically and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them.

“Are you going to keep looking at me like that?” He wears a smug look on his face once your eyes meet his.

You let out an embarrassed laugh, “I’m sorry, you look…handsome.”

He ducks his eyes away from yours and kisses his teeth, “Thank you, you look absolutely stunning. You take my breath away.”

You smile, your cheeks heating up, “That is corny, but thank you.”

He steps into the bathroom and grabs his brush, brushing his hair once more before cutting off the light.

“Kylian!”

“C’mon,” he says as he walks back into the bedroom. You turn the light back on with a scoff. You grab your coat and exit the bathroom. Kylian is shuffling around in his bag and you hear the shake of his keys as he stuffs them in his pockets.

“Are you driving?”

“Yes.”

“No one is going to fit in your tiny car.”

He lets out a laugh, “You and me, Reine.”

“Is that actually your car?” you ask curiously, ignoring his comment for the moment.

He shakes his head, “A rental.”

“You didn’t drive here?”

He furrows his eyebrow, grabs a white cap and places it on his head. He zips his bag back up and puts it back into the closet and then looks towards you, “That’s like a five hour drive. I flew.”

You roll your eyes, “Oh I’m sorry I forgot you have money for a second.”

This makes him laugh harder, “Shush. Are you okay riding with me? I’m not drinking tonight.”

You nod, “Yeah, I’m okay with it.”

“Great, because I already told Laurent.”

“I am so glad you are trading my body away without me knowing,” you respond and his face scrunches. He grabs a black sweater and tucks it underneath his armpit.

“Don’t word it like that.”

You chuckle and cut off the light of the bedroom before walking out with him. The rest of the group were leaving in Laurent’s car and you two would be following them.

Kylian’s car rocks against the gravel road and you turn towards him, “I didn’t think you knew how to drive.”

His face feigns an insult, “I’ve been driving since I was fifteen.”

“Hmm,” you start, “just thought you had a driver by now.”

He rolls his eyes playfully, “You keep joking about money.”

“I’m a broke uni student, I think I get a pass,” you hold your finger up in protest and his face falls into a smile.

“You can have all the passes you want,” he leans his head against the headrest and looks in your direction. You guys came to a stop and there was a long line of cars in front of you so you wouldn’t be moving for a little while.

You keep your eyes on his, entranced with how soft they seemed to be in the moment. There was a small and content smile on his face. He reached out with his finger and brushed at your chin, making your heart swell.

There was so much emotion behind his eyes that it seemed like every word he wanted to say in that moment was rushing out through his eyes telepathically.

Okay, so maybe you did like him.

The cars started moving again and he refocused on the road but now there was a thick line of tension between the two of you. It was a good kind. A suspenseful kind, but in a good way.

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You guys had been walking through the shops for a while now, the sun had already set. Your feet hadn’t started aching but you were getting hungry and they didn’t plan on eating until a little while later.

“Ooo look there,” Laurent raises his eyebrows and points to a lingerie store. Everyone groans and you look up towards Kylian who was right next to you. His eyes drop down to yours and you let out a devious smirk.

“Want to go in?”

He winces and he lets out a disgruntled whisper, “Don’t start.”

“You can’t possibly pop a boner from a mannequin,” you tease. Your voice is only loud enough for him to hear but he is getting embarrassed and you can tell.

“Reine,” he warns. His voice is curt and it’s enough to get you to be quiet. Your eyes linger on him and then down to his shoulders.

It was hot and you wished his expression didn’t make you feel that way.

You turn back towards the rest of the group as they continue walking. Kylian is close by next to you and you can feel the heat of his shoulder. You guys stop at a corner, waiting for cars to pass, and you feel the heat get stronger. You go to turn around, but his voice stops you.

“Do you want to find ice cream?” His lips are right next to your ear coming from behind and his breath spreads down your neck. You were sure there were visible goosebumps and it made you shudder. You forced a nod because you truly were starving but there was no courage to speak.

He tugs at your arm and you slip away from the group with him. You decide to keep your hand looped around his arm as the two of you walk. The thoughts you previously held of him were back, and you can’t help but to start to feel uneasy.

It just didn’t make sense, you thought.

If he did have a crush on you when you two were teens, why didn’t he pursue it? Because he was scared and didn’t know how to, you reason. But he still has the crush? Eight years later? Nothing happened in those six to eight years for him that made him change his mind? Or was it that now that he was back in your grasp, he feels this way. Because it’s easy, you’re in reach. You’re here. He’s here. Might as well make the most out of his time. You hadn’t done anything to push him away either necessarily.

A shiver runs down your neck at the shift of your thoughts and he takes notice, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” you say but it comes out as a whisper. “Peachy.”

His eyes skim your face but the ice cream parlor comes into view so he turns away and grabs the door to open it for you. You enter and nod at him to thank him. You go to the girl working, who seemed to be around your age, and point at the ice cream you want. She makes it with haste and then hands the cone to you and you immediately dive into it.

Kylian laughs beside you, “Cute.”

“You don’t understand how hungry I was,” you say. Your eyes skim the menu once more before you tell the girl you’d like a small basket of fries. You thank her and attempt to pay but Kylian slides his card to the girl first.

“Kyks.”

He waves you off, “You’re a broke uni student remember.”

You roll your eyes, “This isn’t even all that expensive.”

He shrugs and puts his card back into his wallet. He grabs his vanilla cone and ushers you to a small booth in the back. He sits across from you and leans back in the chair, his legs brushing against yours, and you don’t even mind it because your legs were cold.

The two of you bask in the silence and warmth. You offer him some fries with your hands, but he shakes his head and licks his ice cream more.

“You look like you’re going to explode,” he licks his lips.

“What?” Your eyebrows crease.

“You have that face again, like you want to spill a secret. Who’s secret are you holding?” He pesters.

You play with the wrapper of the cone and then shake your head, “No ones.”

He looks at the wall behind you briefly and then back at you, “Why don’t you give me something?” Your confused face makes him continue. “You have yet to let me in and it just…sucks, to be frank. I mean you’ve seen my dick at this point, Reine.”

You choke on the fry you chew, “I didn’t see your dick.”

“You saw my boner,” he corrects. “Which is the same thing, but that isn’t the point. I feel like you still have this wall up in front of me.”

“Kylian, you don’t know me—”

“But I would like to.”

The grip on your ice cream tightens, but the two of you need this conversation to move on. You need to quiet the doubts in your head. You liked him, possibly more as a friend, and yes, it was moving fast, but at least the two of you would be on the same page.

You look back up at him, “I don’t know you that well either if I’m being honest. I feel like you’ve thought more about me than I did about you.”

“What does that even mean?”

You groan at your lack of cohesive thoughts, “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to word it, but after you spoke that one night, I realized you thought about me after you were fifteen. After everything happened.”

You try to keep your voice from wavering, “When you didn’t come to my dad’s funeral, that was the turning point for me. It’s just the marker that I have in my head of where I stopped…thinking about you. I stopped thinking about where our friendship went wrong. I stopped any attempt to get it back.”

You blink away the tears that threaten to fall, “I was numb after everything happened and I can’t even remember a lot of it. I was stricken with grief—my dad was my everything, him and I were the closest and I was just so hurt. Thinking about you was the last thing on my mind and I know that sounds awful, but I didn’t even know you had a crush on me, Kylian. I had no idea and it just never occurred to me to think that. You were just so…off putting and rude that I took it as that; that you no longer liked me and didn’t want me around.”

He’s quiet. He had finished his ice cream at one point while you spoke and his hands were clasped in front of him. He was watching you intently that you had to keep glancing between his eyes and his hands to get your words out.

You set the ice cream down in the now finished basket of fries. You were no longer hungry and were nauseated by the idea of food. You look back at him, “I didn’t know what to expect on this trip, and it’s only been three days. I guess I’m just a bit overwhelmed with the idea of you having had a crush on me for the past eight years and us only seeing each other maybe a handful of times. It doesn’t make sense to me at all.”

Kylian nods his head, understanding. He keeps a neutral facial expression and it makes you cringe because he wasn’t giving you an ounce of emotion. You tried to calm down the bouncing of your knees underneath the table but his silence wasn’t helping. “Say something, please.”

His eyes fall back on you and he licks his lips, “Can you explain a little more how it doesn’t make sense?”

You shudder, “You practically hated me—”

He shakes his head and closes his eyes, “I didn’t, Reine, and I hate that I made you think that.”

You take in his words and continue, “Okay. Well, yes, you made me feel that way. After a while, I ignored it and moved on. As much as I valued our friendship—the two years I had it—I had to deal with my dad first. Losing him was just a much worse blow, and in the process of grieving, I grieved the loss of our friendship too. You coming around, hurt less. You poking at me, hurt less. Eventually I focused on school and I went to uni and I mean you left too. We have had at least four years away from each other—me in uni and you at Monaco—how could you have possibly felt the same throughout the years?”

His face is slack but his eyes are sad. You can tell and you instantly feel heat creep around your shoulders. You shake off your coat and let out a shaky breath of air.

He says, “Everything has just moved so fast in the past four years. The only time it felt like it slowed down was during the offseason, but even then I still had training to do to make sure I stayed fit. It goes by fast. Those may have felt like four years to you but not to me, maybe two years at most.”

“And you didn’t move on?”

He shakes his head and then looks down at his hands, “No.”

“So you haven’t been with anyone?” You raise your eyebrows.

“Never serious.”

“And what, you still feel the exact same now after eight years?”

He hesitates, “Reine, I never lost those feelings. I carried around the weight of what happened between us for years. Every time I saw a post of you or the rare chance that you were with the crew when I was with them, my heart squeezed from every corner inside that I couldn’t breathe at times. It wasn’t because of what I had done, it was because I was still so madly fixated on what could’ve been if I wasn’t a prick. If I just asked you out on a date instead. If I texted you that I was sorry. And every time, your presence made my knees buckle, even after eight years.

“I know you aren’t the same person as you were when you were fifteen—obviously—but I want to find out who you are now. I want to know, and in the end, if you realize that you don’t want this, then okay, that’s it. We’ll just be friends and I’ll suck it up.”

You shake your head in despair. It wasn’t that he wasn’t understanding or that he was saying all the right words. He was. You just still couldn’t believe it. “Kylian, you’re in love with fifteen year old me.”

“No I’m not. I may have not spoken to you, Y/N, but I’ve seen who you are. I’m not oblivious. I get hints from Theo, Simone, and Ana. They love speaking about you and praising you, and at times they can’t help but to mention something that you accomplished—or something you did that made them laugh. I’ve had glimpses of it. When we would all be together, I could hear what you would say and how you acted when you’d be around the girls. I’ve tried to sneak in every whisper of a conversation I could hear just to hear your voice.”

It seemed like he had a response for everything and it made you uneasy. He had time to dwell on his responses and you had none. You suddenly felt sick and everything about this room was hot. You get up abruptly, “I’m sorry, I need a moment.”

You squeeze out of the booth and beeline towards the door, your coat in your hand, and let the cold gush of air hit you. It feels relieving and you gasp for air.

Kylian is right behind you, his face full of concern but you close your eyes to pretend that everything in this moment is fine. You needed to believe it momentarily to calm down.

“Reine,” Kylian says. His voice is calm and collected as he grabs your coat from your hand. You feel him tug you onto the bench on the sidewalk and you sit, hissing as the cold metal touches your bare thighs. “I’m sorry.”

You put your hand to tell him to stop talking but he just takes your hand in his. His other arm is around the bench behind you and he’s faced in your direction.

“I think that I do like you,” you admit. Your hand was beyond sweaty in his but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “But I need to go slow. You’ve had eight years, I’ve had three days. It’s a lot to digest, okay?”

You look back up at him and despite his white cap cascading a shadow over his face, there is a glimmer in his eyes, “Okay. We can go however slow you want, I’ll be here.”

The two of you share more eye contact before you wrap one of your arms around him and hug him. He cradles the back of your head during his hug and you let out a shaky breath, “What if you realize you don't like twenty-one year old me?”

He pulls back from the hug and his hand goes to your jaw. His hand felt so warm that you couldn't help but to momentarily relax, lost within his touch. He gives you a small smile, “Impossible.”

“What if I just want to be friends?”

He draws the hand that he was holding to his mouth, giving the knuckles of it a light kiss. It was soft and chaste, but your hand felt radiating numb. “Then we’ll be friends.”

“I want to go slow,” you repeat.

“You got it, mon amour.”

Your cheek heats up and he smiles because he can feel the heat rush to them. You break into a smile, just relieved of this tense conversation. You knew you would have to talk again but you hadn’t imagined it in public, nor at this moment. It threw you off guard.

He removes his hand from your cheek and rises to his feet, “C’mon, we got to go find the group.” He holds his hand out for you to take and he looks so handsome looking down at you that you grab his hand and stand up.

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“One more, one more!” Theo yells over the booming music. Him and Laurent throw another shot back and you shoot Simone a sympathetic look. She was enjoying herself but you knew she would have to deal with a hungover Laurent in the morning.

Kylian still hadn’t left your side though, his hands on the dip of your waist. He had been standing behind, nodding his head to the beat of the music. He sees you eyeing him and looks down, leaning towards you, “What is it?”

“I’m debating on getting a drink.”

He smirks, “Do you want me to buy it?”

“I promise I’m not that broke.”

His lips break out into a grin, “I’ll buy it if you want it, just let me know.”

“Okay, a martini,” you make up your mind quickly after seeing a girl across the club drinking one.

He nods and gives the side of your waist a tap, “I’ll be back.”

As he walks away, Lili comes next to you with a knowing look, “Well?”

You hide the smile on your face, “Stop.”

“I fully support it,” she says. “And I have extra condoms in case he needs one.”

“Oh, God,” you groan. “Lili!”

She lets out a loud laugh, “Better safe than sorry.”

“You are the worst.”

She wraps her arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer, “But seriously, I’m excited this is happening for you. After Eric, this is a major upgrade. Kylian is at least employed and a much nicer guy.”

You cringe at the mention of your ex-boyfriend. It had been almost three years since you last dated him and it was atrocious. The two of you shouldn’t have dated. He had no sense of maturity nor emotional intelligence and you stayed with him for almost five months before finally realizing that you couldn't fix him. It was a disastrous and humbling time and your judgment had been clouded from your studies.

Lili walks away from you as Kylian returns. He hands you the glass, “Thank you, Kyks.”

He nods, “You’re welcome.”

The boys were starting to take more shots and you shake your head. The small area you all were at only seated four but most of you guys were standing around the table. Simone and Lili had been the only ones sitting, but then they heard one of their favorite songs and immediately joined the dancefloor, you had followed right behind them.

You take a sip of your martini and seethe as it burns your throat, Kylian watches you. You suddenly get nervous and look away from him. He smiles to himself and takes a seat. The chairs were high so his knees touched your waist, you standing in between them.

“It feels like a sin watching you drink,” Kylian teases. His hand finds your waist again.

“Why?”

“Straight A student would never.”

“She still has them.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Really? Wow, nevermind. Drink up.”

You laugh and he dips his head onto your shoulder and then picks it up. You raise the glass, “Do you want a sip?”

“You’re a bad influence,” he sneers.

“Only if you take it.”

His eyes daringly stare into yours and his hand covers yours, pulling the glass to himself, taking a sip while maintaining eye contact with you throughout. A chill runs down your spine and you feel…hot.

You turn away with a small smile on your face. Slow. You were going slow.

After you finished your martini, you drag Kylian to the dance floor after everyone else had already made their way on it. You dance alongside the girls and Kylian slowly moving to the beat of the music. He was shy and you could tell. You poked at him every now and then to try to loosen him up but he was nervous. It was adorable watching that you couldn’t help but to laugh.

But in the midst of your dancing, you hadn’t realized Kylian had strayed a little behind with Theo and Laurent, so a guy came up to you asking to dance.

“Viens, mon ange,” come my angel he motions you to dance with him, but you shake your head. You think that is enough but he grabs your hand and you pull back.

“No,” you give him a dirty look but he doesn’t care. He takes a step closer to you, but before his hand can slide around your waist, Kylian stands between you two. Kylian wraps his hands around your waist and pushes you gently closer to the girls; Theo bumps into the guy and pushes him back. The guy backs up after getting knocked down by Theo and saunters off.

“Thanks,” you mumble.

Kylian’s hands are still around you, “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” your hands instinctively go around Kylian’s shoulders and you start dancing again, ignoring the guy's phantom grip on your wrist.

The music speeds up and somehow you end up turning around, grinding your hips against Kylian. You loved dancing and would dance with anyone when you had the rare freedom in uni. You didn’t go out much because you were always busy, but if there was one thing about you, you were going to grind on a complete stranger and then leave them high and dry.

Kylian’s grip gets tighter around you as he feels the music more, dancing alongside you. One hand on the back of his neck and then you lean into him. You had slowly stopped grinding by now, liking this position you were in with Kylian pressed up against your back. His arms wrap around your waist and his head dips down to give your neck a kiss and you close your eyes in bliss. His soft lips felt so good on you.

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On the ride back to the house, you held Kylian’s hand in your palm on top of your thigh. You had traced his fingertips the whole way, his muscles twitching every now and then.

Laurent and Theo stumbled inside with their bodies draped across Simone and Lili’s shoulders.

You grin and nod towards them, “At least we aren’t like that.”

Kylian laughs and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer to him, “Definitely not.” He gives your forehead a kiss as you two wait for Simone to open the door.

Once you go in, the two of you immediately head upstairs. Theo had gone straight to the kitchen and you could hear him throw up. You cringe in disgust.

You flick on the lights and Kylian follows closely behind you.

After you quickly take a shower, you lay in bed waiting for Kylian to finish his. Your thoughts had been swarming around your head. You hadn’t expected any of this to happen during the trip, and maybe it was a good surprise, but it made you feel like a middle school girl with her first crush. You had never felt this way about Eric and you had known it was a red flag but chose to ignore it.

Kylian lets a soft knock to announce his entrance and you watch as he walks towards the end of the bed. He had opted for a pair of black shorts and a navy shirt with the France emblem. The lamp casted half of his face with a shadow.

“Hey,” he whispers. He lays against you and then winces, “Shit, it’s cold over here.”

You laugh, “Oh yeah, it’s not fun on that side.”

He gets underneath the blanket and scoots closer to you, “No wonder you gave me no space.”

“Um, you were the one that had me wrapped in your arms,” you bicker.

“I was going to fall off if I hadn’t,” he says, his lips going into a lopsided grin.

“Right, that’s your excuse.” One of your arms wraps around his waist and you pinch at his thick cotton shirt.

“It’s the best one I had,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, “Did you have a good time?”

“The best,” he leans in and plants a kiss on your forehead. His thumb brushes your cheek with an appeased smile. His dimple deepens as his eyes soften.

Your eyes linger on his lips and you feel the thoughts in your mind go silent. It was just you and him. He was warm and inviting. He wasn’t going to hurt you. He wasn’t going to leave you high and dry. He didn’t have the time for it and you knew it. After all the pining he spent doing the past few days, you knew it too. The dandelion on the nightstand was a tiny reminder of it.

And so you go for it. You slowly push yourself closer and give him a kiss on his lips. They feel soft and he returns the kiss. He kissed back so tenderly that you were practically melting in his palms. The hand he held on your jaw remained firm and you couldn’t help but to dig your hand into his side.

You could feel the rest of your limbs go limp as he drew you in closer. You had never felt so content and relaxed in your life until now. You feel his hand slide into your hair and you let out a small moan of pleasure. You hear Kylian let out a whimper but he doesn’t let go of you. You let your mouth open a bit more and Kylian takes the hint, immediately drawing his tongue into your mouth and again you let out another moan.

His impaired breathing and whine that left his mouth were sending jolts straight down your body and you had never felt that before.

You regain the feel of your legs and move them to trap one of his thighs. You give his thigh a squeeze and he lets out a guttural moan. That sound was enough to sink your hips a little lower on his thigh, suddenly mad at yourself for wearing thick pajama pants. He moves his thigh up and you grind on him at a slow pace. A small moan escaping your mouth as you finally had friction against your pelvis.

He releases you from the kiss and his eyes look like there’s a drunken haze to them. The light coming from behind you lights up his face perfectly and you take in the moment to let your hand roam his shoulder and arm. He’s out of breath as he gives your cheek and jaw more kisses. His breath fans out on your skin that again awakens something deep in you and you let out another low moan.

You raise your knee and press into him. It takes him aback and he lets out another whimpering noise. Whatever it was, it was hot and it clouded your thoughts. You wanted to hear that noise on repeat. He squeezes his thighs around yours and scowls.

“Reine,” he mewls. His voice is hoarse underneath your jaw.

You can feel him harden above your knee and you wanted nothing more to feel it with your hands but you don’t just yet. His hand roams down the side of your abdomen and finds the hem of your shirt. He slips his hand underneath your shirt and presses it onto your back, which causes you to curl your body inwards to him at the contact, and then that’s when you feel him pressed up against your pelvis hard.

He stops kissing your neck and comes back in front of your view, waiting for you to move but you feel out of breath.

“Too fast?” he asks in a whisper. He searches your eyes as you slow down your breathing and try to get the beating pulse flowing through your body to slow down.

You give his nose a peck and nod, “This did turn really fast.”

He still wears a gentle smile and you can tell he’s still turned on but not acting on it, “I know. I’m sorry, I should’ve stopped.”

You shake your head, “It wasn’t just you.” You give him a kiss on his lips and slide your hips off of him, another groan leaving his mouth. You pull back with a smile on your face, “That noise you make, it’s intoxicating.”

You feel his cheek underneath you go hot and he hides his smile into the pillow. You laugh and draw him closer to you giving him a hug. His head rests near your chest and his other arm sneaks underneath you, pulling you closer to him.

“Are you okay?” You ask him as his breathing starts to slow down.

“Yeah.” His voice is muffled. “Just hard.”

You let out a laugh and then immediately clamp a hand over your mouth since it was a bit loud. His shoulders shake as he laughs alongside you. You kiss his shoulders once more before releasing him. You were a bit sweaty and as much as you wanted more contact with him, you didn’t want to sleep in sweat.

“Your pants are cute,” he says sheepishly as he rolls onto his back. A hand of his still on your pink and heart-shaped patterned fuzzy pants.

“Aren’t they just the perfect turn on?” You grin.

He turns towards you and laughs, shaking his head, “Very much. My guy down there seems to really enjoy them.”

--

[daggerandrose]

HSLOT- Raleigh: A Religious Experience

This was the first time I’ve seen Harry as a solo artist, and the first time I’ve seen any of the 1D boys perform since I last saw ot5 in 2014. When I say this was a religious experience, it was a religious experience. My hand was on my heart in awe for the majority of the concert.

Some of the key things I remember (at 2:30am the morning after the concert)

There were a lot of 70s themed outfits. Bell bottoms, crop tops, funky patterns, and boas everywhere. To the point where my flowy floral top and jeans felt out of place, but I didn’t care.

I also saw several “But Daddy I love him” shirts— even on a dad!

Everyone around me (that I noticed) kept their masks on the entire time.

Everyone was really polite while waiting in line too.

Jenny’s outfit had rainbow weed leaves on it which I thought was amazing 😂

The second Olivia started playing, everyone screamed and started clapping. (Also, there’s a clapping thing that happens before the chorus that I was not aware of. 😅)

Everyone lost their shit to Bohemian Rhapsody.

There several banana costumes! I hate that Harry didn’t do the banana song, bc I know there was at least one banana in the Cherry pit.

You could tell who either has seen the show before or was online bc people screamed when Harry-in-a-box rolled in. (I have a video I can post later of the aftermath)

Harry was electric on stage. So full of energy, and very much like a bunny hopping around the stage from one side to the next.

He definitely favors the side opposite of Sarah, so I saw his ass most the show. But, like I said, he moved a lot around the stage.

When he was talking to us, he sang “Caaarrrooolinnaaa” again which I appreciated.

I also got a video of the ass speech which I will cherish 😂

At one point, he ran off stage to (presumably) have a wee. (I forgot what song it was now oops. Maybe Woman?)

Also during his wee break, the band kept playing and Sarah sounded so so good during it.

Mitch’s solo during She was gorgeous. I kept yelling “Fuck it up, Mitch!”

Even though I knew it was coming, the Two Ghosts/Falling match-up was beautifully heart wrenching.

When talking to the birthday girl of the night, he was counting down for us to sing her happy bday and he interrupted the count to check to see if this dad was having a good time. Think Doug from Up cutting himself off to yell “squirrel!”

 He didn’t play TBSL which is fine I guess

The pit people of Raleigh must of had terrible aim bc I saw a lot of things being attempted to be thrown on stage. Most things fell off.

But a rainbow flag and a bi flag made it and he had those during TPWK (also have a video of that beautiful moment) the crowd’s yelling got louder when he grabbed the flags and made my heart happy seeing it.

WMYB went so fucking hard! He had us jumping for the last chorus, and I think my video for it is too shaky to be for anyone but me. I realized that jumping up and down while singing and wearing an N95 mask is very difficult. Doable for me, but difficult. Totally worth it though.

Fine Line live is something else. It’s my favorite on the album other than Canyon Moon, and my hand was on my heart the entire song. I was very tempted to lift my hands up like many do during church services. I love it so much.

Despite there being bananas in the audience, no banana song pre watermelon sugar. Little disappointed in that tbh

KIWI WENT SO FUCKING HARD. I lost my absolute shit dancing, jumping, and yelling out the lyrics to it.

I wanted to yell out “don’t go!!” when he left the stage bc the entire night was amazing and felt like it went by so quickly.

I had so much fun tonight. It was completely worth the hassle buying tickets where two years ago. It was worth waiting in line for merch. It was worth wearing a mask and being safe. (I would also say being vaccinated too, but I didn’t get vaccinated solely for this concert.) It was worth the headache I had on my way back home. And it was worth the exhaustion I feel now.

I took a shit ton of pictures and videos I now need to sort through along with the (much much better) pictures on here.

If you have any questions about my tour experience and maybe what you can expect from your own show, please feel free to send me an ask! Now for some well deserved sleep.

[divinolenta]

intruder

kaeya x gender neutral reader, fluff/sfw

additional notes: struggled with deciding on who would crawl through the window but ultimately went with reader. i have a love-hate relationship with this man >:( he’s so pretty i wanna punch him. i recommend listening to “you say i’m in love” by banes world!

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"ouch!"

alarmed, kaeya sat up, squinting his eyes in the dark as he tried to locate the source of the sudden noise. his hand twitched, instinctively searching for a weapon to defend himself with.

the intruder turns slightly, and moonlight falls upon their face, revealing you, rubbing your head with a pained expression. kaeya heaves a relieved sigh, a laugh rumbling in his chest.

"how can i help you, darling?"

you turn around, and the endearing expression on your face reminds kaeya of klee's, after getting caught by jean in the middle of the night with a hand in the sweets jar.

"hi." you state awkwardly, fidgeting under his questioning gaze.

"darling," kaeya begins slowly, "its past midnight."

"i know that!" you retort sharply, ignoring the mischievous smirk beginning to form on his face.

"oh? let me guess, did you miss me that much to count the hours as they go by?"

you don't miss kaeya's smug expression as he continues to gaze at you, ever the calm calvary captain.

"shut up, i just wanted cuddles." you grumble, wishing to wipe off the ever-growing cheshire grin on his stupidly handsome face.

god, how you regretted your spontaneous decision, now that it meant dealing with his teasing. what a waste of your precious time, having to climb through his window, and even hitting your head on the frame in the meantime.

kaeya doesn't respond, but he pats the space next to him on the bed. you crawl in next to him, lying down so you're facing him.

he hums, pulling you closer to him before resting his chin on your head.

"how's your head?" kaeya asks gently, referring to the moment just minutes ago. he fights back the urge to ruthlessly tease you for your clumsiness. maybe another time.

"sore." you murmur, already feeling drowsy from the warmth that radiates off of him.

"be more careful next time, love." you feel him shift slightly, resting his hands on your back, rubbing up and down in a soothing motion.

"yes, captain."

"what did i say about you calling me captain? you're not a knight and there are plenty of loving names to call me. captain is not one of them." he complains, and you snicker, voice slightly muffled from being pressed against his chest.

speaking of chest, kaeya was shirtless. again. "kaeya, aren't you cold?" you ask, pulling the sheets up to cover his bare shoulders.

"no, but you should really thank me for providing such a nice view."

"yeah, i'm not feeding your ego." you deadpan, pulling away from him.

kaeya frowns at that, but it’s quickly smothered by a cocky smirk. "you didn't deny it though."

you huff, wondering why you were allowing this to drag out for so long. you just desperately wanted sleep.

"goodnight. i'm not talking to you." you prove your point by closing your eyes.

kaeya snorts but stays quiet, and only the sound of your steady breathing remains. left with nothing else but to wait for your consciousness to drift, you focus on kaeya's hand resting on the small of your back, drawing random patterns and shapes.

the pressure on your back lifts, and before you realize it, his hand slyly slips under your shirt, ghosting cool fingertips against your skin, eliciting a squeal from you as goosebumps appear.

kaeya chuckles at your reaction and you bristle. "do you mind? i'm trying to sleep."

"well, i think you should at least keep me company, as you're the reason why i can't sleep."

your eyes fly open and you eye him indignantly. "how is it my fault?"

"how can i sleep when my beautiful lover is here with me?" he croons, his other hand moving a stray strand of hair out of your eyes. 

you narrow your eyes at kaeya. "you can be so...."

"sweet?" he moves closer to kiss your cheek. "romantic?"

"...i was going to say cheesy and borderline disgusting."

kaeya huffs, lips now brushing against the shell of your ear. "you've ought to give me more credit." 

his hand lingers, fingers skimming against your soft skin before he draws back, feigning hurt so convincingly, it almost fools you. you suppress a smile as you cradle his face with both hands. “you know i love you, kaeya.”

kaeya smiles, leaning into your touch, and you swear it rivals the sun with its radiance. “i love you too, cutie.” 

you sigh, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. “you should sleep before it gets too late or you’ll be tired in the morning.” you scold lightly, knowing that if he could, he would stay up all night with you. 

kaeya only hums in response as he pulls you closer to him, until there’s not even a centimetre between your bodies, arms tight around your waist. you nestle your head in the crook of his neck, easily lulled to sleep by the warmth and security he provides.

kaeya's gaze travels over the familiar slopes and angles of your features, shifting to press his lips against your forehead, a content sigh leaving him. if you were awake, you would no doubt call him a creep for watching you sleep. for some reason, the thought brings a smile to kaeya’s face. his focus wanders to the window, where the moon shines bright against the inky canvas of the sky. 

ah, he forgot to draw the curtains close. 

glancing at you, he automatically moves to block the moonlight from disrupting your slumber. gingerly, kaeya separates himself from you, intending to get up to pull the curtains close. just as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, you tug on his arm. 

“go back to sleep, love.” kaeya coos, burying his face into your hair. 

"where are you going?” you mumble, sleep slurring your words together. kaeya stares at you momentarily, before practically throwing himself on you, careful to prop himself up to avoid crushing you. 

god, was he blushing? barbatos save him, you were going to be the death of him.

he knows he shouldn’t get too attached; after all, good things always had an end, but it’s already too late, he’s allowed you to intrude in his emotions and take a place in his heart, and now, he’s afraid that he’ll never love someone else this much.

even kaeya can’t feign blissful ignorance, can’t deny that one day, this would all no longer exist. but for now, he’s content with staying in the present with you.