#I am absolutely in love with how they're not holding back in the slightest

[two-hearts-beat]

may I interest you in watching Love Between Fairy And Devil for the pure aesthetics of it

these are back-to-back shots(!) within just 20 seconds of one episode

[natewriteslol]

Delicious In Dungeon Having a Crush on You HC's!

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Summary: Just like the title says, how they would act if they had a crush on you including how you find out!

Pt.2 w Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

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Senshi:

-I'm not going to lie it is going to take a fat minute for him to fess up his feelings for you let alone for people to notice because it is the little things that stand out.

-Senshi is really good at keeping secrets and is a really private person and fights for his peace

-So what if he may slip a little bit more food onto your plate, make your favorite dishes only for you if the ingredients for it just so happens to be in his bag, is always the first person to get you out of a dangerous situation? It's all out of convenience and being kind

-But his lack of casualty is also really telling like when giving out compliments he sometimes has a tinge of shyness to his voice, "You look...very nice y-yes"

-The way you find out he has a crush on you is because he eventually comes to a realization that he cannot keep running away from his problems because that has never ended in anything good and confesses his feelings for you

-It happened whilst everyone was asleep and it was just you two alone by the fire, the embers were crackling and you always enjoyed watching it ablaze while talking with Senshi. Eventually he piped up after staying silent for so long and having you take the lead in talking,

"I don't mean to corner you, nor do I expect you to feel the same but...I have feelings for you, genuinely Y/N. And, meeting you in this party means the world to me as in a way you all are unique treasures but you. I couldn't imagine just walking away without letting you know how much you mean to me."

-Honestly, Senshi is one of the least in denial about this predicament with his feelings and will come to you sooner

Marcille:

-A person who completely avoids her feelings for you like the plague and will deny like her life depends on it

-She swears to others that it's just because you're an amazing friend!

-She brings you your favorite sweet treats, offers to cast magic for your slightest inconveniences, she just so happens to bring books that are about the things you mentioned one off or are a specific interest you love

-The contrast of how she treats others vs. You is so jarring and it's really obvious that she has a crush on you. She is really protective and a bit possessive (not in a weird way) over you and she does not really care about the other people in her party like that

-Anytime she's afraid of something, she holds onto you, Marcille is VERY touchy with her crush

-The blonde blushes pretty consistently and is really shy when it comes to you and tries to appear nonchalant but fails miserably

-It's honestly so bad that even Laios caught on after Senshi threw him a clue and one time when it was just him asked her, which resulted in her coming clean and being VERY distressed as if she committed a crime

-The way you find out she has a crush on you is when you're on a mission in a dungeon. She was near a weeping willow exerting mana, rumored to grant wishes to anyone who asks.

-She held a piece of paper and was on her knees, looking up at the grand tree on the soft blades of grass. She began speaking to the tree once you silently walked in through the cave hole to check on her and the half-elf was completely unknowing of your intrusion,

-"Please they're the love of my life, and I'm not asking to force them but maybe...show me a sign if they like me back. They make me feel like no other and I am just so confused and I need guidance, Ancient Willow."

Chilchuck:

-Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

-Oh, and did I say deny

-He absolutely hates being the person caught with egg on his face and being in the wrong, so the fact that he himself Mr. 'No Party Romances' violated his own rules?

-He wants to fall into a hole right on the spot

-While he is a grown ass man and doesn't want to be a coward, Chilchuck doesn't want to face this problem head on surprisingly (sarcasm)

-He shows his love for you by trying to keep you the safe the most out of everyone in the party, scolds you HEAVILY when you mess up that could've cost you your life

-Some may say that it's just Chilchuck's explosive nature, Senshi was actually the first to see through it and grow suspicion over his behavior but honestly didn't have enough evidence for his theory and was shot down by Laios and Marcille

-It's not extremely obvious his slight shift in treatment until you had been kidnapped by the Chain Devil to protect Chilchuck from it's clutches

-And multiple times have members of the party have been kidnapped and although shaken he was able to keep his cool...but this time it was heavily different

-He let out a horrified scream that they had never heard from the Half-Foot before. He scrambled to his feet after watching you getting pulled into the darkness, his eyes were glassy and full of panic as he asked the rest on what they should do

-When they get you back, you were too tired to really stand so you laid in the sleeping bag as everyone else slept as well, but the brown haired man never left your side and watched as you slept

-...or so he thought

-You find out about his true feelings as you laid in your sleeping bag. As you were drifting in and out consciousness but felt light weight on the side of your body and Chilchuck began to talk to you, asking if you were awake

-"Good, you're fast asleep...I hope you know that I'm not hard on you because I don't like you that's...not even close to the truth.

I love you, so much and...I get so damn scared for you."

Laios:

-Constant. Monster. Facts.

-One of the things that makes Laios so attracted to you is that you listen and like when he nerds out so please be prepared. You're a safe space to spew out knowledge and it means the world to him

-Consistently gives you small little gifts, but then sometimes gifts to the others so it doesn't look suspicious. Maybe it was something with the light but, the look in his eye as he gave you the bracelet and put it on you was so different.

-Usually doesn't care about other people being in a towels or shirtless, but when it's you he feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. When he sees your collar bones and he tries to keep it very lokwey, but is highkey blushing

-Gives you some sketches of your favorite creatures, always "accidentally" makes your favorite dish for dinner nights, pouts a little when you need to be gone without him for a little

-If you're ever feeling insecure he might open his gob a little too much, "I get maybe why you'd feel that way but, if you ask me I think it's pretty hot" he says with a blank, enthusiastic smile on his face not at all understanding how that could come off

-You find out that the knight has a crush on you the first time he gets absolutely hammered with Senshi, Chilchuck as he was convinced by the two to get drunk

-The bar was packed in one of the "safe spaces" in town and you and Marcille were kinda the designated sober people within your party, and whilst the half elf was in the bathroom you decided to get some fresh air and got up from the stool seat

-"Whatcha' doing party is jus' getting started?" Laios asks

-You shot him a look over the shoulder and responded softly, "I need some fresh air hun, I'll be right back."

-And there went his inner dialogue. Out his mouth.

-"Woah, how sexy. Being in love really sucks sometimes since I'd really do tricks like a dog to be with them good god."

-The look you gave dobered him almost completely, and if that wasn't enough Marcille was right behind him and heard every word

-Love is cringe but he is free I guess.

Part Two:Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

[starpoweredv1b]

HELLO!!! HI!!! YOU'RE ALIVE AND WELL :3!!!

This is not-freaky-anon speaking nonsensical 0 freaky stuff again :333 (I went through the horrors this week (sudden exams, my uncle literally died???, missed exams because I attended his funeral, etc etc) I think I'm well as long as I eat fish tbh) and I've come to u to give heavenly weird girl pussy ask!! (and to ask for the l&d angsty fwb ask I sent few weeks prior teehee)

So! Imagine this; you're the widely known weird girl, all nerdy and stupidly inept at socializing, staring at two old men not thirsting over them, but rejoicing upon old man yaoi (based on the 'viva el old man yaoi' pin I got :3). Your grades are average, surprisingly you survive at sincostan, you're absolutely hellish to interact with once someone mentioned the slightest hint of your interests, and you stare at men so pervertedly from behind your book it almost feels like sexual harassment and makes boys stop harassing girls because they've been through the ringer with your stares.

You're the type of girl who daydreams at the very back of the class, music blasting off of your earbuds to the point your deskmate could hear it, Mitski and beabadobee playing while you're awake and "Yummy"/"I'll do it" by Ayesha Erotica or "Government Hooker"/"Judas" by Lady Gaga playing while you're asleep.

The LLs are freaked the FUCK out. They're especially handsome in your eyes and you constantly ship them together. Lord knows if you have a smidgen of talent in drawing you would've been rich in name and in yaoi by now..

But your pussy is so, so, tight yet soft, all gummy-like and warm and it feels like melting into a puddle of oobleck and your moans are not helping and oh my fucking god he's addicted to this weird girl's pussy—

So while you're very, abhorrently strange, they can't let go of the heavenly weird girl cunt..

YES I AM!! also my condolences man please give yourself time and hydrate and eat well. love you not freaky anon 🫶

also i see this happening with Caleb and Zayne like my beloved moot @losermuse sent me this tweet about Caleb finding mc's fics about him and Zayne and how he'd be devastated LOL!! but if it's old man yaoi...the cannonically it would be Xavier and Sylus?? hm...

fujoshi cucks unite! (2)

tw. zayne x caleb, boys kissing :o, vaginal, oral, fujoshi reader

anyway, they'd literally be rearranging your guts. one from below and the other pumping down your throat. this had to be heaven! and as you're laying there watching two of the hottest men just grunting and whimpering on top of you, you'd pull away from Zayne's cock and flutter your teary lashes at them.

"could you both...maybe...uhm...kiss each other?"

you'd ask in the sweetest breathless voice, your chest heaving as Caleb continued to rock into you. you felt him stutter to a stop, panting and looking all confused. Zayne blinked, his face red as he caught his breath.

"why don't you stop talking weird, and keep your mouth here, hm? you were doing so well..."

Zayne murmurs, cock throbbing from how you were unintentionally edging him by talking and not sucking. his hands gently tugged your hair that he was holding in a fist to guide you back towards his leaky, spit slick cock. but typical you, pouting and blinking so cutely up at Caleb because you knew just when he'd tick (when he was all pussy drunk and worshipping every intake of breath that you take).

you watched as Caleb firmly pulls Zayne closer with one hanf, smashing their lips together with a soft moan. Zayne froze up, cock hardening even more from both shock and the unexpected passion of it. their tongues slid around in each other's mouth and you could've sworn you felt Caleb popping a second wind of a stiffy deep inside you. you moaned and slid Zayne's cock back into your snug throat. you watched with inceasing arousal as the two men made out sloppily on top of you, all while thrusting in sync. like you were nothing but a shared fleshlight that with maybe a bit more effort would allow their tips to touch in the soft of your stomach.

your moans and the feel of you teetering closer to the edge went almost entirely unheard as the two continued to kiss. their drool pooling at the dip of your stomach. it was the best seat ever in your opinion. you came with a muffled moan against zayne's cock, both of them stuttering and groaning into each other's mouth as they came inside.

you slowly pulled yourself away as they continued to make out, pullinh you in for a three people kiss. your fingers reach down to your sensitive clit, rubbing it yourself since the two were too busy jerking each other off. wanting to cover your pretty pussy lips with both their cum. team effort style, or however the saying goes. no complaints of course.

after all, you were living the fujoshi cuckquean dream.

[narryffdreaming]

A TOAST TO THE FUTURE — TWO

Summary: Aurora and Harry used to be friends, but life happened and they grew apart. Now, 6 years later, they meet again.

Rating: +18

WARNINGS: The story contains explicit language and mentions a past abusive relationship (mostly the consequences of psychological/emotional abuse). Some chapters also contain explicit sexual content.

PART TWO: 14,9k words Please read: Part two explores a lot of Aurora's irrational thoughts and it shows how much she struggles to be herself after being married to someone who was emotionally abusive to her. From my perspective, it's a really important chapter to develop the relationship between Aurora and Harry, but I want people to be mindful of its content in case they don't feel comfortable reading about this, or in case it hits too close to them. Feel free to reach out if you want to skip something and you'd like me to fill you in. <3

PART ONE

Despite the line, getting through security would've taken Aurora hardly three minutes. That is, of course, if she hadn't had to wait for Harry for another ten. 

He doesn't look the least apologetic for the held back, though. Nor bothered in the slightest by the extra time he seemingly needed. Smiling at her and holding their shared tray as he tilts his chin to an empty table and leads the way towards it. 

Aurora follows him quietly, checking her watch just to make sure they won't run out of time. And she does it unconsciously, regretting every time she catches herself looking at her wrist. Because she knows they're early. She swears she knows. And she wishes she could relax and just enjoy things without that awful feeling rushing through her body. That feeling that turns into a voice and yells at her that she's constantly behind. 

Behind what, one could ask, and Aurora wouldn't be able to answer.

She's just… Behind. 

Behind, and watching her life go by.

All the damn time.

Harry stops by the table, and Aurora mimics him. She drops her bag and falls on one knee, pulling up the hem of her dress and uncovering her foot. The Nike sneakers she's wearing used to be white once, but now they are just old and dirty, and she loves them even more like this. She nibbles the flesh inside of her bottom lip while tying the shoelaces up, then changes to her other knee, and repeats the process. 

Once she's done, she stands up and pats her legs, getting rid of any airport floor dirt from her clothes. 

"You're fast," Harry says, putting his foot down from the edge of the table. 

Aurora pulls the fabric of her dress up her chest and furrows her brows. "I am?"

"Hm, yeah." He frowns with amusement and chuckles. "You sure are."

"Huh." She wiggles her eyebrows up and down, then quirks the corner of her mouth up. 

Maybe, she should point out that perhaps she isn't fast, but he is too slow. Or that, unlike him, she'd organized everything beforehand so she wouldn't waste any second longer than she absolutely needed to. But what good would that do? Besides, those thoughts don't even feel like hers. They don't sound like hers. 

So she says nothing, instead, and steps closer to where he stands. 

Harry gives the tray they're sharing a gentle push to her side, and puts his other foot up. 

Aurora promptly slides the tray closer to her and places it in front of her belly, next to her bag. 

Great. 

Saying nothing was a bad idea, because silence is awkward now. 

She licks her lips and keeps her attention on their belongings, not knowing exactly what to say. 

Time goes by, though, and the longer she waits, the more awkward it gets. 

So she decides to just say whatever, just to get them talking again. 

"Perks of being a mom, I guess." She blurts out, then grabs their passports and shrugs. "Being fast, I mean." 

Harry leans on his bent knee and looks at her over his shoulder, blindly tying up his own shoes. 

"Yeah? Why's that? You get any super speed powers when you're pregnant or something?"

Aurora freezes for a second, passports still in hand. She turns her head to the side, and narrows her eyes at him.

Harry's soft lips are pursed, his green eyes are twinkling with playfulness, and his cheeks are tinted with a boyish flush under his facial hair. He's clearly having fun with his own silly comment, and it causes Aurora to break into a short laugh — not because it's funny, but because she simply can't help it. 

She shakes her head, and looks back at the tray. 

"I rush to get ready so I can pay attention to Noah, okay?" she explains, grabbing the boarding passes and checking the names on them. She puts hers inside of her passport, and the other inside of Harry's. "It's not a big deal."

She'd never thought about it, but it's the truth — she is usually busy keeping an eye on Noah, even from a distance. The little monster can't stay still for too long, and no matter how much she adores how energetic he is or that she tries her best to let him explore things by himself, the truth is that he's still only four, and she can't leave him wandering around unattended.

Which is why she fought so hard to sign him up for preschool — it gave her time to slow down and do other things, too.

Okay. See? That — that right there — is Aurora's truth. That's a thought that feels and sounds like hers. A thought that she came up with on her own, based on her own experiences and her own mistakes. A thought that reveals how she's learned that taking care of Noah is her responsibility, and that if she doesn't pay attention to her son, nobody does. 

No matter how much she dreamed it would be different.

No matter how much she believed it should be different. 

"Ohhh," Harry says. "Ok, then."

She sticks her passport and boarding pass into the front pocket of her bag, maybe a little bit more forcefully than she needs to.

"Exactly. So don't judge me."

"What?!" Harry laughs, putting his foot down from the table. "I wasn't—" 

"I can't leave my son unattended, can I?"

"I—I know, yeah." His face falls, and he nods. "I get it. That's… It makes sense. Yes." 

"Right. Great." 

A second goes by, and then another one, and another one.

Silence settles again, but this time Aurora isn't worried about it being awkward or not. 

There's just… So much going on. 

Her heart is thumping loudly inside her chest, and her ears are buzzing. 

She shouldn't have snapped at him. 

She shouldn't have snapped at him.

It wasn't about him. 

It wasn't his fault. 

She pinches the tip of her nose and breathes in. Slowly, and steadily. 

One more time. 

Slowly.

And steadily.

And then, she moves again.

She holds Harry's things in her hand and leans on the table, reaching for his bag. Before she touches it, she looks at him over her shoulder and asks, "Do you mind if I open your bag?"

Harry doesn't answer, though. He's tilting his chin down and shaking his leg, making sure his pants are properly covering his ankles. 

Aurora purses her lips and straightens her back, then slides his bag across the table and pulls it closer to her body. 

Now everything's in front of her, the tray caged in between both duffel bags. 

She bites her bottom lip, but it's hard to stop her mouth from turning into a smile. 

Maybe the speed in which she moves isn't an inconvenience, after all. In fact, maybe it even comes in handy, because apparently if she doesn't move for both of them, someone will sooner or later shove them away. 

"Harry," she insists.

"Hm?" He looks up. A frown crinkles his face — his eyebrows are pulled together, his forehead is puckered, and his lips are curled downwards. As soon as he meets her eyes, though, his shoulders drop, and he shakes his head. "Sorry."

He scratches his jaw, dragging his nails over his stubble. 

Aurora stretches her arm, and pats her hand on the edge of the table, where his feet were a minute ago. "It's fine. I was just asking if it's okay to put your passport inside your bag."

"Oh! Yeah yeah, sure. Go ahead. Thanks."

"'Kay," she says, already unzipping the front pocket and putting things away. 

Aurora rolls her shoulders at the same time Harry moves closer, and she unthinkingly snatches his belt from the tray and hands it to him. 

"Here."

"Oh," he murmurs, grabbing it from her fingers. "Thanks."

He steps away, but there's something in his voice that somehow catches her attention, and Aurora turns her head. 

She glances over her shoulder, and peeks at his face. 

Harry is looking down again, chin pressed against his chest while he takes the end of his belt and puts it into the first front loop of his beige pants. His movements are casual, but he's holding back a smile, and Aurora can tell his mind is working on something.

Something silly, to be more specific. 

She curls her mouth up, then raises her left eyebrow. "What?"

Harry tugs his belt, threading it through the second loop. 

"What?" he repeats, and his mouth finally turns into a grin. 

She turns her body towards him, then places one hand on her waist and the other spread open on the table, holding up her weight. "C'mon, out with it."

Harry laughs, slightly bending his knees and throwing his head back. "I didn't even say a word!"

"Well, you didn't have to!" She rolls her eyes and chuckles, backing away from the table to put both hands on her hips. "I can see you're thinking something."

He shakes his head, looking down and threading his belt through the next loop. 

"Harry…"

He peeks at her through the corner of his eyes, then focuses back on his belt. 

"You're aware you can leave me unattended, right?" he asks, keeping a bright smile on his face and the light tone on his voice.

"What?"

"I mean I don't mind." He shrugs, eyes still on his current task. "Gotta admit it's kinda cute to see you like this." 

"I don't—"

"My favorite part was probably when you cleaned up the table."

"I—" Aurora closes her mouth, and exhales through her nose. "You put your feet there, Harry."

"I did, yeah. And you cleaned it up."

"Well, someone has to clean up your mess, don't you think?"

Harry glances at her, and smirks as mischievous and suggestive as he can be. "Oh, I always clean up my mess, love, don't worry about it."

He winks, and Aurora gasps. 

"Oh my God!"

She turns to face the table, feelings her cheeks getting warm. 

Harry laughs, though, so she steps closer to his side and nudges him with her elbow. 

"Shut up."

"'Kay mum."

"Ughhh." She rolls her eyes, then shuts them tightly and takes a deep breath in. "You're so annoying." 

Harry's laughter only grows louder, and Aurora shakes her head, blinking her eyes open again. 

It only takes him a moment to calm down, but the smile is still obvious in his voice when he speaks again. 

"I know. I'm just teasing you, tho. I'll stop now. I promise."

Aurora snorts. "Yeah, right." 

She believes his words as much as she believes Noah when he promises he will eat his entire dinner if he gets to eat dessert first. 

The thought brings a smile to her face, and she bites her lip to hold it back. 

Peeking inside the tray one more time, she finds several rings, a bracelet, a watch, and three necklaces. Her mouth twitches, and her chest trembles with amusement — no wonder why Harry took so much longer than her to get through security.

She pulls the string of her necklace from the tray, takes each side to the back of her neck and quickly clasps it back to its everyday place. Next, she grabs her watch, and puts it on just as fast around her wrist. 

"Well,"  she starts, then looks at him. 

Harry is, once again, deeply focused on his task — his chin touches his chest, his eyebrows are pulled together, and he's biting his bottom lip. 

"All yours now," she adds. 

Harry peeps at her through the corner of his eyes, his hands still attached to his belt as he finally reaches the last loop. He darts his vision to the tray, then back at her, scanning her chest, her wrist, and her hands. "You sure? All of it?"

"Mhmm."

A group of people walks to their table, and Aurora takes a step aside to give them more room.

"Ok." He buckles his belt, then fixes his shirt. "We can go, then."

"Oh. I didn't mean to rush you."

He smiles, putting one hand inside the tray and carelessly collecting everything that's left inside. 

"You didn't." He closes his hand into a fist, then shoves everything inside of his pocket. "It's just getting crowded here. C'mon."

"Hey, was my joke inappropriate?"

Past security and turning right, the hallway is significantly less hectic than any other area Aurora has walked through in the last hour or so. 

It is probably one of the brightest, too. 

"Hm?" she asks, tilting her head to give Harry her full attention. "Sorry, what joke?"

"About… Y'know, cleaning up my mess."

"Ohhh." Aurora laughs, then waves him off. "Please, it's nothing any of you guys haven't joked about before." 

"I know, but… Things are different now, aren't they? Don't want to make you uncomfortable, or, well, don't want to be disrespectful to your hus—"

"You're fine," she says, cutting him off before she'll be forced to either correct him or say nothing, implicitly letting him believe there's still a husband in her life. "Don't worry about it. Let's stop here so you can put your rings back on, yeah?"

She points to one side of the hallway, and walks in front of him to guide the way. It only takes her a few steps, then she places her bag by her feet and turns around. 

When she looks at him, she finds him frowning. 

Frowning and frozen on the spot. 

"Harry, hey!" She raises one hand and wiggles her fingers. "C'mon. I'll help you."

Harry's face softens. He shakes his head, then walks towards her while putting his hand inside of his pocket. 

Leaning against the white wall, Aurora watches him come to a stop right in front of her, then drop all of his jewelry on top of her spread open palm.

"Thank you," he murmurs. 

She finds his sight again, and a smile blooms across her face. "Sure, no problem."

His lips curve into a smile, too, and he looks down. He shakes his head and pulls his hair back, then turns his attention back to the items on Aurora's palms. He seems meticulous about which ring goes where, fiddling with them and hunting for specific ones. Eventually, he grabs three at once, and puts them on his pinky, middle and index left fingers. 

Aurora raises her chin and rests the back of her head against the wall, comfortably watching his relaxed face as he towers over her. 

From what she remembers, jewelry was never Harry's thing. Long hair and skinny jeans? One hundred percent. But the necklaces, the rings, and the bracelets? Those were things she'd no idea he'd be into. Or maybe not to the point of making them part of his casual look to the airport.  

"So," she teases, easing her dry lips with her tongue then forcing her voice to sound exactly like she imagines a reporter would sound like, "Harry, would you say you enjoy wearing rings?" 

Harry darts his eyes to her, and the expression on his face never falters, holding a serious and unamused demeanor as he moves his lips to say, "Bloody hate them."

She presses her lips together, but then she snorts, taking her free hand to cover her mouth. 

Harry shakes his head and grins, changing hands and catching two more rings to put on his right fingers. 

"Why? What's wrong with my rings?" 

She sighs and shrugs, calming down from her brief moment of foolish, silly laughter. 

"Nothing. 'M just teasing you."

He places the last two, and pulls the two golden strings from her palm. 

"Hmm…" Harry nods. He fixes his eyes on the jewelry and frowns, eying the many tiny knots that had formed along the necklaces. "Great, then. Glad you're having fun at my expense."

Aurora drops her jaw.

"You were making fun of me two minutes ago!"

Harry chuckles, although he's distracted by his attempt to untangle his necklaces. "Guess I was, huh."

He shakes his head, and Aurora steps away from the wall, getting closer to him.

"Which wrist do you wear this one?" she asks, lifting her hand and his bracelet.

"Left—I mean, right," he answers, and although they don't look at each other's faces, they both smile at the same time. 

Harry remains focused on the knotted strings between his fingers, but stops moving when Aurora curls one hand around his right wrist and pulls it closer to her face. In one quick movement, she clasps the item around it, then taps his hand twice. 

"All done. Now gimme that." 

She snatches the necklaces from him, and observes carefully before undoing the mess. One of the golden strings is longer than hers, but they're both just as delicate, and instead of a disk, one holds a cross pendant, and the other a tiny, thin tag. She bites her lip and patiently fiddles with the pieces of jewelry, taking her time to unwrap the tiny knots.

Things are quiet. Time ticks without a hurry. And after a minute, or maybe two, or three, she grins proudly, and lifts her chin to look at him.

"Look!" she says, even though she doesn't have to — Harry's already looking at her, already watching her. "I've done it!"

He blinks a couple of times, then nods, slowly mimicking her smile and her excitement. "Y—You did, yeah! Thanks."

"You're welcome." She grabs the longest string, picking each side with one hand, and takes a step closer to him. "I find untangling necklaces weirdly therapeutic." 

Harry widens his eyes. "What are you doing?!" 

Aurora rolls her eyes, and chuckles. "Calm down. I'm not gonna kiss you, don't worry."

"Right. No, yeah, I know that." He chuckles, too. "Of course." 

She stops moving and tilts her head, then raises her hands. "I mean, can I?"

"Wha—" Harry takes a step back. "Kiss me?!"

"Harry!" Aurora shrieks, also taking a step back and away from him. "Oh my God, no!"

She looks at him for a moment, taking in his bulged eyes and raised eyebrows. He looks mortified, and there's so much going on at once that she can't help but burst into laughter — at the misunderstanding, at the look of his face, but also at the terror in his voice. 

She turns away from him, throwing her head back as laughter breaches from her chest. 

"This is… I can't…"

"Sorry," Harry says, "I just—"

Aurora shakes her head, feeling warmth radiating from her chest throughout her entire body. 

"Oh my… Oh my God." She places one hand on her stomach and brings the other to her face, fanning herself while taking a deep breath in through her nose. "You should've… You should've seen your face… Oh God… Harry… You panicked so hard, I just…"

She wipes a tear from under her eye, and takes another deep breath in, working to calm herself down.

"I never… I never thought the idea of kissing me could… Could be that terrifying for someone. Oh God."

Harry sighs. "Auri…"

She turns around, and looks at him with the biggest smile on her face, her body still shaking from laughing. 

Harry isn't happy, though. Or at least he doesn't seem to be. He's narrowing his eyes, and furrowing his brows. His lips are pressed into a hard line, and his forehead is puckered. 

And just like that, Aurora's laughter fades away. 

Shit. 

She's too familiar with that dynamic, so she clears her throat and shakes her head. 

"I'm sorry. I—I know it wasn't funny. I just… I think I haven't laughed this hard in a really long time, so I just… I got carried away, I guess. I'm sorry. But I shouldn't—Sorry." 

"Listen, I didn't—"

"Yeah, yeah. I know." 

Actually, Aurora doesn't know. Of course she doesn't know. She has absolutely no idea what he was about to say, but she doesn't want to talk about it. She's been there before. And she's been there before so many times that her mind and body don't even know how to react any other way. How not to anticipate the humiliation and shame that is about to follow. How not to completely shut off. 

Thankfully, Harry seems to get it, because he nods, grabbing his necklaces from her hand and putting them back inside of his pocket. 

And this time, Aurora doesn't say anything about it, grabbing her bag from the floor and feeling ready to move on.

"Do you mind if we take a look around some of the shops?" Aurora asks, pointing around the World Duty Free and breaking the silence that settled between them for the past few minutes. 

Harry moves slowly next to her, keeping his hands inside of his pockets. "'Course not."

"Thanks." She makes sure to curve her mouth into a smile, then stops at the first shop to take a look at the makeup. 

Things are quiet, but Harry stands right behind her all the time, keeping her company while she brings a lipstick closer to her face to check the color shade, and then following her steps when she moves to a different shelf. 

"Hey," Aurora says, looking over her shoulder, "what's your cologne?"

"Hm..." He scratches his jaw and shrugs. "Depends on the day, I guess."

She nods, then turns to face some nail polish, aiming for the brightest options. 

It's been a while since she's done her nails. She used to love looking at her hands and seeing them colorful and filled with rings, it used to make her feel beautiful and delicate. Feminine. 

Zack used to love it as well, though, and to be honest at some point she stopped doing a lot of things Zack liked. Just because.

"Which one are you wearing today, then?"

"Why?" 

She shrugs. His voice is right behind her, but Aurora doesn't turn around to look at him. 

"'Cause you smell really nice." 

Maybe she could do her nails in Italy… Maybe one of the girls brought something with them. 

Or maybe she could get something herself…

The orange shades look nice…

She sighs, and steps away from the shelf. 

She can't. She shouldn't spend her money like that. She needs to be more careful now, especially since she spent a lot of unplanned money on that trip to Italy. 

She turns her head, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "So…?" 

Harry clears his throat. "Uh… Well… It's Guerlain."

Aurora twirls, holding her bag close to her body as her hair and dress follow her brisk movement.

"Cool! Let's find it, then." 

She walks away, and Harry's low chuckle echoes behind her. 

Although she can't see him, she feels his presence all the time, following her pace.

"What for?" he asks. 

"I don't know." She shrugs, looking from one side to the other. Scanning all the tiny duty-free shops. "I'm bored, I'm tired… Oh! There it is!" 

Her pace quickens, and so does Harry's.

Aurora only stops when she's in front of the Guerlain shelves, and then she turns around, staring at him with a smile on her face and pointing her arm to the many colognes displayed behind her. 

"Which one is yours?"

He clears his throat, and— 

Wait, is he blushing? 

Aurora purses her lips, holding herself back from laughing.

"It's L'Homme Idéal Extrême."

"Hmmm." She wiggles her eyebrows, and pulls one corner of her mouth up in a smirk. "Sounds sexy…" 

"Jesus Christ," Harry grunts, hiding his face behind both of his hands and shaking his head. 

Aurora laughs at his reaction, tapping his shoulder twice before turning on her feet and looking for his cologne. 

"What happened to you in the States, huh?" She leans down, squinting to read the names. "Never thought I would see Harry Styles getting all shy in front of me."

It takes him a moment to answer, but eventually he mumbles, "I've always been shy in front of you."

Aurora pauses for a moment, replaying his words in her mind. Images of them hanging out together pop up immediately — at the pub, at someone's apartment, after class, over the weekend. His cheeky glances, touchy hands and bold comments are always present, one way or another. He always craved attention, and people had no problem granting his wishes. 

It never bothered her, because he was young and had just joined university, but it certainly didn't paint him as a shy and reserved person. 

A snort leaves her mouth. "Yeah, right." 

She stands, and puts her hands on her waist. "What was the sexy name again?"

"L'Homme—" He sighs. "It's this one."

Aurora turns around, only to find Harry standing in the same place they were a minute ago. The shelf next to him is filled with bottles of the same cologne. Apparently, his cologne.

She gasps. 

"Harry!" She walks towards him, and Harry shakes his head in soft laughter, scratching the back of his neck. "I was standing right next to it and you didn't tell me!"

"It's just a very common cologne, Auri." He laughs, again. It sounds kind of shaky, though, and she frowns, stopping on her track. "I don't… Why are we looking for it?"

Uh… 

Well… To be honest… She doesn't have an answer for that. 

She doesn't know why they're looking for it. She is just joking. She just wanted to pass the time because she is exhausted, and because the longer she spends around people, the more afraid she is of falling apart at any moment. She thought maybe she could try it on, see if his cologne would smell as well on her skin as it smelled on his… Who knows… She was just… She wasn't thinking, okay? She was just being her stupid self.

Harry, on the other hand, isn't just messing around. Harry looks actually nervous. 

Her jokes are making him nervous. 

She is making him uncomfortable. 

In the middle of an airport, filled with people. 

Shit.

And she's done it twice now. 

First with the necklace… Now with the cologne… 

Fuck.

How many more times till he reaches his breaking point? 

How many more times till she finally pushes him through the edge? 

How many more times till she puts him in a position where he won't be able to stop himself from snapping at her?

Her hands shake, and her stomach quivers. 

"Yeah, no, I mean…" She shakes her head and smiles at him, closing her hands into fists and placing them behind her back. "You're right. Sorry. I—I'm really sorry. Hm… I think I… I should get a coffee."

Harry flinches his head back. "Wait  what?"

"Coffee. It'll keep me awake." She walks around him, and Harry follows her movements. 

"Auri, but what… Hey! What about my cologne?"

She waves it off. "Yeah, I know. I was just being annoying." 

She moves towards the exit of the duty-free, where all the departure gates are, and another yawn breaks through her lips. 

"Yep." She chuckles. "Definitely need some coffee."

"Auri," Harry calls, catching up with her. "Hey, stop. C'mon. Something just happened."

"What do you mean?" Aurora laughs. 

She flexes her fingers, curling and uncurling them. Her eyes wander around the airport, looking for a coffee shop. 

A coffee shop. 

A coffee shop. 

She needs a coffee shop. She needs to get herself together. She needs to busy herself with something before she does something silly and stupid again. 

"I… I don't know. Why did you change your mind?"

Harry walks next to her, and she offers him a smile. 

"About what?"

"What do you mean about what? About my cologne, Auri!"

Aurora flinches.

"Sorry. Yeah, no, right. The cologne. Yeah. I just… I made you uncomfortable and I was being childish. Sorry."

"I wasn't uncomfortable, Auri, I just—"

"I know."

"Auri, no, listen—" 

"Harry." She turns around and smiles, then places one hand on his elbow. "It's fine. You don't need to explain yourself. I just… I really, really need a coffee right now. I haven't slept all night, so… Yeah. I'd just like to get a coffee. If you don't mind."

She lets go of his elbow, and Harry sighs. 

"Ok, yeah. Let's get you some coffee, then."

They walk forward, side to side, and Harry speaks again. 

"Do you still drink caramel coffee?"

Aurora widens her eyes. 

"Wow… That's back from… Well, a long time ago."

It's small, and kind of timid, but Harry smiles, and then shrugs. "Used to get you one at least once a week, didn't I?"

"You did, yeah." She smiles back at him and nods, then faces forward again. There's a coffee shop only three stores ahead, and it seems to be already open. Thank God. "To be honest I can't remember the last time I had one. I drink plain black coffee now."

Harry nods, and they both walk in silence, side by side — always side by side.

It shouldn't be uncomfortable, but Aurora's chest is heavy, and her mind seems foggy. 

Truth be told, she thought she would have more time before she started disappointing her friends, before letting them know how much she's changed and how uninteresting she's become.

Meeting Harry at the airport got in between her plans, though. And she could feel herself breaking little by little each second. Having to face the memories of someone she used to be, someone she liked to be, but also someone she isn't anymore. And someone she can't be anymore. 

Looking at her feet, she bites the inside of her lip. She was acting like a child at the duty-free, wasn't she? Jumping around, excited about his cologne… 

God. She hasn't even left the country yet, and she's already ruining things. 

She needs to control herself. 

She isn't a teenager anymore. She can't embarrass him. She doesn't want to embarrass him. 

"Do you want something to eat?" Harry asks, and she stops walking.

They're in front of the coffee shop, but Aurora wouldn't have realized if it weren't for him.

She shakes her head. "No, I'll just get myself a coffee."

"Let me get it for you."

What?

She takes a step back. "Absolutely not."

Harry's smile falters, but he doesn't give up. "C'mon… Like the old times! Yeah?"

"No, Harry. I mean, thanks, but no. I can pay for mine."

"I know you can pay for yours, I don't—"

"Please." She shakes her head and looks down to the floor. "It's just a silly coffee. I can get it for me. Okay?"

Harry frowns. 

"Ok? Yeah." 

Aurora nods, looks at the shop, then back to the floor. "Are you getting anything?"

"No, I'll just wait here."

"Okay," she whispers, forcing a smile before turning around and walking away.

It's crazy to see how much Harry has changed.

That's all Aurora can think about while she stands in line and watches him type on his phone. 

He's still outside, waiting for her, and seems deeply engaged with his conversation, frowning while his fingers move rapidly. 

No more black skinny jeans, no more vintage t-shirts or Chelsea boots. No more curls that are longer than her own hair. No more thin shoulders nor skinny arms. 

His baggy pants — wide legged, high-waisted — are beige, his cute shoes are yellow, and she still can't get over the flamingo shirt he's wearing.

He looks older, too. Brooding features, chiseled cheekbones, growing stubble. His face is perfectly carved, his traces have hardened, and there is something very manly about the way he stands there, focusing on typing on his phone. 

It isn't just his physical appearance, though. He acts like a grown-up, too. There's something about the way he simply exists that screams how much he's changed. You would never tell the man standing outside is the same boy who used to make stupid bets with his roommates from uni. But it's clear that Harry isn't a boy anymore, and that he's turned into a man.

And Aurora wasn't prepared to deal with that. 

Aurora lowers her chin and rubs her eyes.

She is being ridiculous. 

Why would she need to be prepared for that? 

Of course Harry grew up! How old is he now, anyway? 29? 30? Of course he isn't the same anymore. 

She should focus on how nice it is to see him again, not about stupid things. 

Who would've thought she would actually meet him at the airport? Who would've thought they'd end up sharing the flight? Standing in line with him, hopefully getting some seats next to each other… She should appreciate having a friend by her side. That's all. 

Aurora can't remember why he stopped hanging out with the group, though, and now she can't stop thinking about it. She has absolutely no idea about anything that could be going on with his life. It was as if Harry had grown more and more distant with time, until he wasn't there at all.

She's still pretty sure the last time she saw him was at her and Zack's wedding. She remembers someone telling her he'd moved to the United States, but why wasn't she at his graduation? It didn't make sense. Especially considering how, around a year later, he was kind enough to send them a basket when Noah was born.

They weren't the closest friends, and they were in very different stages of their lives when they met, sure, but they were part of the same group, and she used to have a soft spot for him. Just like she used to have a soft spot for Niall. 

Usually, when they were all at the pub, everyone would leave and the three of them would stay behind, chatting and laughing until Aurora felt her lids closing by themselves and they would walk her home. They both used to make her laugh all the time, and she actually loved spending those moments with them. 

Until she met Zack, of course, and then she started spending her nights with him. 

Maybe that was it. Maybe it wasn't about him. Maybe she had grown more and more distant, until she wasn't around anymore. At all.

She knows it's something she's done with everyone else, at least. The girls would knock on her door from time to time, though, and she couldn't run from everyone whilst living in the same city, but Harry flying overseas was a different situation. So it makes sense they didn't keep up with their friendship. 

It makes sense, but it still bothers her. 

It bothers her because she forgot how easy, and fun, and electrifying it was to be around him. She forgot how affectionate, attentive, kind, and friendly he was. She forgot how spontaneous and cheerful she used to be with him. She forgot how much she enjoyed his carefree and easygoing way of looking at life. She forgot… 

Well, to be honest, it's like she just forgot about him. 

And how could she forget about him?

Harry used to be such a great friend. 

Just like Niall. 

But somehow different. 

Because there's something about the way Harry looks at her that she never found in Niall's eyes. It has something to do with Harry's curiosity, probably. How much he cares about details. How he likes to know more about people, about things, about everything. 

"Next?" the lady behind the counter shouts.

Aurora shakes her head, and darts her eyes away from Harry. 

She has no idea how much time she just spent staring at him. She didn't even notice she was doing it, to be honest. And she can only hope he didn't notice, as well.

The woman behind her taps her shoulder.

"That's you, miss," she says. 

Aurora widens her eyes and steps forward.  "Oh, yes, sorry… Hi!" 

Their flight is delayed. 

Aurora laughs, and rubs her fingers on her forehead. 

"And I was worried I'd be late," she murmurs.

They've been hanging out by their gate for at least half an hour now. Harry sits next to her, their bags placed together on his opposite side. He's leaning back comfortably, arms crossed on top of his abdomen and legs spread open in front of him. 

He nudges her arm with his elbow, then asks, "What was that?"

She shakes her head and waves him off with one hand, then double taps her phone with the other, lighting up the screen. 

It's 6:30. 

Noah should be waking up by now. Or at least Zack should be trying to wake him up. 

She unlocks her phone and opens up the app to text him. She takes a deep breath in, and her fingers hover the screen. She needs to be careful with her words, because she doesn't want him to think she doesn't trust him with Noah. That would be unfair with him. And it's not even about that. Of course it's not! She knows Noah's safe with his dad. She swears she never questioned him as a father. Whatever happened between them as a couple would never change the fact that Zack loves Noah to death. 

Aurora knows that. Really! The only reason why she wants to know how they're doing is because Noah has never woken up at his dad's new place, and because she knows what a long and emotional process it can be to wake him up. That's all. 

She bites her bottom lip, and types the same questions again and again, until she's happy with the way she's phrased them.

Hii! 

How are you guys doing?

How was Noah's first night over there? Did you guys have fun?

She sends the messages, and reads them over. And over, and over. 

That was good, wasn't it? She sounded friendly, right? She wasn't attacking him, right? He wouldn't be mad at her, right?

"I'll be right back," Harry says, getting up from his seat. He moves past her quickly, looking at his own hand and sliding his finger through the screen of his phone before taking it to his ear. "Hey… Yeah, I know… No, you listen to me…"

Harry doesn't sound happy — at all — and Aurora frowns. She watches him walk away, blending between people, then glances back to her phone.

No signs of Zack yet. Which is fine. Of course. It's not even been a minute. Actually, Aurora is usually so absorbed by Noah in the mornings that she doesn't check her phone until she drops him off at preschool. So it's fine. Really.

Hopefully he'll be able to make him have breakfast by 7:15, though. Otherwise they won't get there on time. Should she remind him of that? No, that's stupid. Zack is not stupid, and she always drives him insane for reminding him of the obvious little details. 

Maybe he won't even take him to preschool. Maybe he'll drive him over to his parents, instead. 

Or maybe she should just trust him. Maybe this would be the time he'd follow through with a promise he'd made.

Another yawn sneaks up on her. She slides down on her seat and rubs her eyes with the palms of her hands. 

Maybe she should accept Harry's offer and take a quick nap on his shoulder. She brushed the idea off minutes ago, but now she can't deny it sounds really tempting. 

God… How is she supposed to spend two days on a yacht? She's never been on one before. She also hasn't been around all her friends in a very long time… 

Is she going to be able to interact with them? Because if they're expecting her to act the same way she used to before getting married… Well, they'll be extremely disappointed.

The only thing about Aurora that'll resemble those old days are the clothes Maddie packed for her. 

Shit. Oh shit. Oh… Fuck! Her clothes. No, no, no. Shit! She is going to kill Madison. 

She can't wear all those clothes in front of Harry! There is no fucking way she'll walk in front of him in a bikini, or wearing those silk and backless dresses. There is absolutely no fucking way she's going to wear those tops that almost don't cover her breasts in front of him. 

Well, not just in front of him, of course…

She's thinking about Harry because he's the one with her right now, but she doesn't want to wear those clothes in front of anyone. Not just him. 

It isn't even about the people, really. It's about her body. A body that has changed a lot through the years. 

Oh, boy… She needs to sleep. She can't start spiraling about how unsexy she's been feeling for years. It's not the moment for that. It's not what the weekend is about. 

"Are you sleeping with your eyes open?" Harry's low and deep voice sounds right next to her ear, and Aurora jumps on her seat. 

Harry chuckles behind her, then makes his way around her seat. 

"Shit," she murmurs, taking her hand to her chest, but a shaky laugh still leaves her mouth. "You scared me."

He stops in front of her and furrows his brows, then tilts his head to the side and curves his mouth into a cheeky smile, narrowing his eyes to look at her. 

"What?" she asks. 

He doesn't move, though. 

And he also doesn't stop staring at her. 

Aurora shifts on her seat. 

But the staring still doesn't stop.

"Harry!" She chuckles, and looks away. 

And he still doesn't even flinch.

Oh, c'mon! That's ridiculous. 

It's like going back to university, honestly. He used to do the same when they were younger, usually at a pub or a club. He would stare at her like that until she stumbled over her own words, or until she forgot what she was about to do. He thought it was hilarious, but she never understood the point of it. 

"Knock it off, will ya?" She crosses her arms on top of her chest and rolls her eyes. "I was just thinking."

Harry (finally) laughs, face lighting up again — with dimples and wrinkles and almost fully-closed eyes.

He moves his arm, and puts a paper cup in front of her face. 

Aurora snaps her brows together.

"Sorry, love, I was just testing my skills," he says.

Aurora flinches her head back.

Why is he shoving that cup in her eyes? 

And also… "What skills?"

He shrugs. "Y'know, to rile you up just by looking at you." 

Harry presses his lips together, as if he can't wait to burst out laughing.

And Aurora knows that face, because Noah does the exact same thing. The cheeky little monster loves to surprise her, but he can never hold up a lie. He gives out the entire thing just by looking at her with the same excitement on his face. 

They honestly look the same. Except Noah is only four, and Harry a thirty-year-old man.

"Ha ha," she mocks him, looking away from his silly face. "You and my four-year-old son would be great friends."

"Aww!" Harry takes his seat next to her, chuckling and throwing an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to his side. "I'm sure we would." 

She rolls her eyes. 

Harry squeezes her cheek against his chest, and she's so close to his body that she can smell the soap and cologne emanating from his skin. He smells good. Like a fresh shower. It's a nice combination, something both strong and smooth at the same time.

Shit.

She pulls away, and shakes her head. 

"It wasn't a compliment," she murmurs. 

Harry chuckles.

"Yeah, I'm aware of that." He withdraws his arm from around her shoulders and takes it back to his side, then puts his hand back in front of her face. The one holding a paper cup. "Now, this is for you."

Aurora raises her eyebrows. 

"And what's this supposed to be, exactly?" 

"Just try it." 

She doesn't make any movement to acknowledge his request, but Harry also doesn't make any movement to hint he'll stop shoving the cup on her face. Eventually, she sighs, and her entire body falls. 

"Harry…" 

"Oh, c'mon! Just a sip. Amuse me, yeah?"

Aurora glances at his hand, then back at his face. She presses lips together, then finally uncrosses her arms and lifts one of them to reach the cup, curling her fingers around it. 

For the sake of not ruining her mood, she ignores the way he cheers, or how he grins proudly before leaning his back against the backrest of his seat. She simply clutches the cup between both hands, instead, and its warmth is a high contrast with her cold skin. She can't help but hum at the feeling, and then she shivers, even her chin trembling a little. 

A timid chuckle escapes from her mouth, and she closes her eyes. She brings the cup up to her face and puts her nose close to the lid, breathing the flavor in. 

And just like that, her chest tightens. 

The smell is unmistakable, a combination between coffee and caramel that she would recognize anywhere, anytime. 

She blinks her eyes open, and turns her head to look at him. 

Harry is watching her attentively, without any traces of amusement or playfulness surrounding him anymore.

Aurora blinks a couple of times, gathering enough strength to ask him, "Did you… Did you get me a caramel coffee?" 

He nods once, only one side of his mouth lifting up. "Yeah."

She looks back at the cup in her hands, and blinks again. 

"Why?"

"I don't know," he says, softly. "Intuition, maybe. I know you already had your black coffee, but I… I don't know. I felt like you needed it? I don't know. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, it sounds stupid. Is that okay? Hope I didn't—"

She nods rapidly — unable to speak, but also desperate for him to stop explaining himself. 

And thankfully, he does. 

Aurora doesn't know what to say about it, though. She doesn't even know if there's anything she can say about it. 

His words don't sound stupid to her. That's for sure. The thing is that Harry doesn't understand the meaning his gesture actually holds, which scares her. He was able to pick up on something she needed when she wasn't brave enough to admit it to herself in the first place. And it was something so trivial… It was just coffee. Coffee.

"Noah does that sometimes, y'know," Aurora murmurs, looking at the mass of people in front of them. She hunches down a bit, not bothering by her awful posture as she comforts herself with the hot beverage in between her hands. Changing the subject is the only way she knows how to answer him right now, so she keeps going. "Sleeping with his eyes half open. It freaks me out."

Harry hums.

"There's a name for that, isn't it?" 

His voice is as soft and calm as before, and Aurora nods.

"Yeah, nocturnal something… I don't know. I always forget the stupid word." She rolls her eyes, and a humorless laugh leaves her mouth, making her body shake. "How do people even choose these names, huh? Why bother naming it if it's gonna be some ridiculous word no-one can even pronounce?"

"That's… Yeah, I don't know. You have a point, though."

"Sorry," she whispers, looking down at her lap. "Zack drives me insane using all those terms all the time. Makes me feel stupid."

Harry doesn't say anything, but for once the silence between them doesn't feel uncomfortable. 

She exhales the frustration out of her body, taking the cup to her mouth and sipping carefully in case it burns her tongue. 

The coffee touches her lips, and its sweetness automatically invades all of her senses. Her tongue tastes the caramel, and there's something bitter behind it, but it is mostly mellow and buttery. Just like she remembers it. 

And just like that, she's remembering all of it. 

She's flooded with memories from the comfort of home, and about the fun of living. Memories with simpleminded thoughts and unpretentious actions. 

She's back to a place where she isn't scared of speaking her mind all the time, where she isn't afraid of letting people down by her silly behavior, where she isn't terrified of her personality being the embarrassment of those around her. She's back to a place where she knows her friends and family like her for who she is, and where she's proud of her because of that. 

She's full of affectionate touches, sincere words, and genuine feelings.

There's confidence inside her, and an entire world she's willing to find out. 

And when she finally gulps down the simplest sip of caramel coffee, warmth takes over her throat. It reverberates through every inch of her body, and she shivers — her body filling with goosebumps as she closes her eyes to the paradoxical feeling. 

A moment passes, and the weight of a soft textured fabric lands on her back.

"Before you say anything," Harry's deep voice murmurs next to her, and she opens her eyes to look at him. "I'm not wearing it. And it's driving me insane seeing you so cold, so please just wear it."

Aurora glances at her shoulders, finding Harry's checked jacket covering her skin. It feels good, and it feels warm. And she actually doesn't mind it. At all. But there's something about the way Harry has just talked to her that flies directly into Aurora's heart. 

Maybe it's the softness of his voice. Or maybe how worried he sounded. Or maybe the fact that he seems to pay attention to her. Or maybe just because he acts as if he knows her so well. Even after so many years without talking to her. Or seeing her.

Or maybe it's just because she's already on edge because of the damn caramel coffee he bought especially for her.

She doesn't know exactly what it is, but something in his words triggers her into instantly tearing up. She can't help the overreaction, and before she can figure out a way to hide it, the evidence of her crying falls down her cheek, and she's taking a hand up to wipe it off her.

"Auri, hey…" 

Harry's hand lands on her back. The last push she needs to turn into an emotional wreck. A sob bursts out of her chest, and she covers her mouth. Oh my God. 

"Auri, love, I'm sorry… Did I… I can get the jacket back, I didn't—"

She shakes her head and puts the coffee between her thighs, then takes both hands up to her face. She uses her palms to wipe down the tears from her cheeks, and a long and shaky sigh leaves her mouth. 

Harry takes the cup from between her legs, putting it down on the floor before shifting closer to her. His knees bump into the side of her thigh, and the hand that isn't on her back brushes softly her jaw, getting rid of another tear.

"I'm… I'm sorry," she whispers. "You're fine. You didn't… You didn't do anything wrong."

The last thing she wants is for him to see her like that. They haven't seen each other for so long… She doesn't want to welcome him back to her life with tears and drama. She also doesn't want him to feel guilty about something that has nothing to do with him. 

"Ok…" He sounds wary, and while one hand rubs circles on her back, the other grabs her hand. "What's going on, tho? What can I do to help?" 

Once again, Aurora shakes her head. "I'm… I'm fine. I think I'm just… I'm  just exhausted from not sleeping last night."

It isn't a lie, but it also isn't the truth. She doesn't want to admit how lonely she constantly feels, because she wants to learn how to be alone. It doesn't make sense to ask for help when all she wants is to learn how to not need help.

"Why didn't you sleep?" 

"It's nothing. Really… Don't worry about me, I'm just being dramatic right now."

He strokes his thumb up and down on the back of her hand, and Aurora sighs, leaning into the warmth of his jacket. 

Warmth. Apparently that's all she craves now. 

"Of course I worry about you, Auri. And I'm here if you need anything, ok?" 

She nods, but his care for her brings another wave of tears, and she hides behind one hand while the other holds tightly onto him. 

"C'mere," he murmurs, dragging the hand on her back to her shoulder and pulling her to his chest. 

She can't believe the amount of times she's been hugged by him in merely a couple of hours, but she doesn't fight him. In fact, she does quite the opposite: she snuggles into him and cries quietly. And when Harry squeezes her shoulders, she squeezes his fingers in response. 

"Talk to me, love, please. What's going on?"

She sniffs. "Nothing…"

He rubs her arm, softly and tenderly, then carefully adds, "I don't wanna force you, but I can tell something's up and I'm worried about you."

Aurora shakes her head, feeling the desperation in her body slip out of her mouth as she cries to him. "Please don't... I don't want… I don't wanna worry you, ok? I really don't. I don't want to bother you. I'm just… Overreacting. I'll be fine. I'll be—"

"Auri, that's not—"

"Yes. Yes it is. It's just—"

"Stop doing that," he says, squeezing her shoulder. "You keep shutting me off every time I try to explain myself."

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear. I'm sorry—"

"Auri—

"—I'm so sorry—"

"—It's okay—"

"—I really am—"

"Auri, hey!" He pulls back, grabbing her shoulders with both hands and forcing her to look at him. His eyes are warm and caring as he stares inside hers, but there's a frown all over his face that screams something different. Annoyance, perhaps? Or maybe… Frustration? "Listen to me. It's fine, ok? There's no need for you to apologize. It's fine."

She squeezes her eyes shut, shaking her head. "No…"

"Yes, it's fine, Auri."

"It's not—"

"Yes—" 

"No!" Aurora opens her eyes, but tears quickly blurry her sight. She blinks, and before she knows it, she's fully sobbing and crying again. "It's not fine! Ok?! I'm not… I'm not fine, Harry. I'm not! I'm falling apart and I just… It's like I can't stop… And I just… I hate it, ok? I really do… I keep letting everyone down. And I… Fuck… I have no idea how… How am I supposed to spend the entire weekend…. The entire weekend pretending my life isn't a mess right now? I just… I can't… I can't pretend… I'm not… I can't…"

There's only a beat of silence before Harry pulls her into his chest again, squeezing her shoulders while he takes a long, deep, and heavy breath in. Then exhales loudly through his nose. 

"I don't know what's going on with your life right now," he says softly, resting his chin on the top of her head and closing his eyes while she sobs into his chest. "And I know I haven't been around, but I'm here for you, ok?" 

And just like before, Aurora melts into him. She hugs his waist, and leans against his body despite the uncomfortable and public position they're in. Crying all the tears she's been holding in so far. Silently sharing with him all the hurt, the doubts, and the insecurities she's been feeling. All the blaming, the questioning, and the yelling she's been hiding. Letting him absorb the wreck she is turned into after six years of marriage. All the failures. All the mistakes. All the countless "should've done better", and also "should've tried harder".  She lets it all out. With no hold backs, nor regrets.

"And you don't have to pretend, Auri," he adds. "At least not to me. Not even a little bit. Never… Why would you even pretend, huh? I can't be there for you if you don't let me know your life's a mess, and I want to be there for you. You know I do, yeah?"

Aurora can't answer him, not when her body's turning everything inside her into tears and sobbing, but he doesn't seem to be waiting for any words. Nor reactions. He rubs her back gently, while still holding her tightly, and then just keeps talking. 

"Besides, I don't expect anything from you, so—I mean, wait… That's not—Shit. That didn't sound good."

And despite everything, despite all the pain and all the tears and all the fears, a soft and low chuckle escapes from Aurora's chest. 

"That came out wrong… It's not—It's not what I wanted to say. Because of course I expect things from you, like… You're brilliant. You're amazing. You can do amazing things if you want to, ok? I know you can. What I meant is that—That there's no pressure, y'know? That's all. And that no matter what you do or what you say, nothing will change... I mean, I haven't been around, but you don't have to pretend things are good if they aren't, y'know? I'll be your friend even if… I don't know… Even if everything's falling apart… Actually, I want to be there especially when everything's falling apart, ok? So yeah, I just—Jesus Christ." He sighs. "Fuck. Auri please tell me you know what I'm trying to say here because I'm just freaking myself out right now."

Aurora's chuckle turns into laughter, and she nods against his chest, taking one hand up to her face to wipe off the last few tears. 

"I do, yes." She clears her throat, trying to get rid of some of the scratchiness. "Relax. I got it from the beginning." 

Harry smiles and sighs again, squeezing her shoulders. "Could've said something, huh? Stop me there. Save me the embarrassment, maybe?"

"You said I kept cutting you off when you tried to explain yourself, so…" Aurora shrugs. 

"Ohh, I see. Okay." Harry laughs. "We should work on your timing, then. Smartass."

She smiles, and sniffs. "My timing's perfect. It was cute, and I was having fun."

"Of course you were."

Although she can't see him, the smile is obvious in his voice, and she sighs. A long and heavy sigh. One that's strong enough to relax her entire body, and that makes her close her eyes and drop her shoulders. 

"Thank you," she murmurs, still into his chest.

"Yeah," he murmurs back. "Anytime, love." 

There's a pause between them. And then Harry speaks again.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really, to be honest… At least not right now."

"Ok…" 

Another pause, and then… 

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

She takes a deep, long breath in, then exhales while snuggling into his chest.

"Can we just… Stay like this for another minute? Just… Y'know… In silence?"

"Hm… So you want me to shut up, is that it?"

Aurora chuckles. 

"Well, I wouldn't put it like that, but…"

Harry chuckles, too. 

"'S fine. I don't mind. We can stay like this for as long as you want."

And so they do. 

They hug for a while. In silence. A tight embrace that's simple, but that's also intense enough to let her know that he's there for her. 

Aurora can't remember the last time she's been held like this, with honest tenderness and affection. The kind of hug that she doesn't question, and that comes naturally. That feels natural. 

"This was supposed to be a fun weekend," she murmurs, curling a little bit more into him and closing her eyes to avoid facing the world. "Can't believe I'm seeing you for the first time in years and already bringing all this drama to you."

Harry chuckles lightly. 

"Don't be silly, ok? We've been over this already… We're friends and this is what friends are for." He kisses the top of her head, and then rests his cheek against the same place. "Besides, we didn't leave London yet. We can still have plenty of fun."

Aurora sighs. "God. I really need to have some fun. I miss having fun."

"I'll make sure you get more than some."

He squeezes her shoulder, and Aurora smiles.

Still with her eyes closed, and pressing her ear against his chest, she listens to his heartbeat, and to the way he breathes. He isn't calm, but he is steady, and somehow comfortable. So she focuses on him, and only him. As if mimicking his rhythm, or syncing with his pace, could make everything in her life feel better. 

Harry sighs against her, and when the thumping inside him gets faster, she pulls one arm from around his waist to rest her hand on the left side of his chest. She spreads her fingers open where his heart is, and breathes in and out slowly, hoping to calm him down again. 

He takes one hand to her neck, sliding it to the back of her head and tangling his fingers with her hair. 

As he scratches her scalp, Aurora can feel every muscle of her body fully relaxing. It's soothing. And it's safe. There's no other place she would rather be right now, and she's convinced that, as long as she's holding him and he's holding her, she'll finally relax and rest like she hasn't been able to in so long. 

"Have you always been such a great hugger?" she asks, her voice as soft and as slow as her body feels.

Harry clears his throat, then murmurs, "I don't know." 

Aurora hums. 

Another moment passes, until she breaks the silence again.

"I'm sorry for being a shitty friend."

"You're not a shitty friend."

"But I am, tho. I have no idea what's going on with your life… It's been so long and I… I never reached out."

Harry sighs, and shifts on his seat. 

Aurora follows his movements, making sure the hug doesn't end even when he seems to be pulling away. 

He doesn't, though — pull away. He simply leans back on his seat, pulling her along with him. And because she's still comfortable against his chest, she doesn't see the way his face falls, how he presses his lips together in a hard line, or glares at random people passing by.

"It's fine," he eventually says. 

And she's so focused on her own past behavior, that she also doesn't notice the slight change in his voice.

"It's not, though."

"I never reached out either, did I? And I should have… I just… I should have." 

She fidgets with the fabric of his shirt, and although it takes her a moment to answer, the words fly easily out of her mouth. "I'm not sure if it would've made any difference, to be honest… I've pushed everyone away, would've done the same to you." 

"There's no fucking way I would've let you."

"It wouldn't be up to you, tho."

A ding-ding-dong blares from the speakers in the lounge area. 

"Attention passengers on Ryanair flight 1832 to Naples, we are now ready for boarding at gate 56. Passengers on Ryanair flight 1832 to Naples, we are now ready for boarding at gate 56. Boarding is for business class and passengers with…"

The attendant's voice fades as Aurora stops paying attention to it. She blinks her eyes open and, against her wishes, pulls away from Harry's arms.

"Finally," she breathes out.

When she looks at him, she finds nothing but honesty and affection inside his eyes, and it's enough to make her heart skip a beat. 

She curves her lips into a smile, then brings her hands up to wipe the dry tears from her cheeks. "Thank you."

Harry smiles, too. "You've said that already."

"I know." She nods, dropping her hands back to her lap. "I just… Thank you, really. For now and… And for the coffee. Even though I forgot to drink it."

He takes one hand to her face, and puts some of her hair behind her ear.

"We'll have time for another one," he says, then stares into her eyes again. "Yeah?"

"Yeah…" She gulps down, captivated by his gaze. "I think… I think it'd be nice if we could catch up, right? I mean, there's so much about you that I don't know…" 

Harry smiles, although it doesn't reach his eyes. 

"There isn't anything crazy to know about me."

Aurora furrows her brows. 

"Well I don't need crazy information, Harry," she scoffs, making sure the tone of her voice is carrying some playfulness while she rolls her eyes. "I just wanna know what's up with your life… Where do you live? Do you have any dogs, or cats? Where do you work? Do you have a girlfriend? Do you have any kids? Are you married? I don't know…"

Harry stares blankly at her for a moment, then looks away, reaching for their bags. 

"Those are too many questions, love."

Aurora shrugs. 

"Well, yeah…" She leans down and picks up her coffee. The cup feels cold, and although she's sad she didn't get to drink it, she wouldn't change anything about what happened in the last… Well, however long it's been since they got here. "I know. I'm curious. That's why I said it'd be nice to catch up."

She stands up and rearranges Harry's jacket, putting it on properly so it doesn't fall from her shoulders, then waits while he stands as well, picking their bags from the seat next to his.

"Ok, yeah. Sure. We can catch up." 

"Wow." She snorts and widens her eyes. "Calm down, now. Don't sound sooo excited, please."

Harry laughs. He puts his own bag on his shoulder, and she takes hers from his hand. 

"I'd love for us to catch up, Auri. I really would."

"Okay…" She narrows her eyes at him, putting her bag on her shoulder and walking towards the line. "Are you hiding something from me?"

Harry follows her, grabbing his boarding pass and passport from the front pocket of his bag. "Why would I hide something from you?"

"I don't know…" She throws the coffee cup away, then adds, "Maybe you're working with the FBI. Or, maybe you're married to someone who works for the FBI. Ohhhhh," — she widens her eyes, looking at him while he leads their way to the gate — "or maybe, you're married to someone who's being investigated by the FBI!"

Harry chuckles through his nose. He sneaks his hands inside Aurora's bag, pulling her boarding pass and passport from it.

"There's no FBI involved, I promise," he says, handing her the items. 

"Hmmm…" She grabs her things from his hand, and nibbles her bottom lip before asking, "But you're married to someone?" 

"Nop." 

"Okay… Dating to someone?"

He shakes his head, and Aurora nods.

"Are relationships a touchy subject, maybe?"

Harry smirks, and that's more than enough to give Aurora an answer, but she still waits for him to say something. 

Anything.

"I broke up with someone not too long ago." He shrugs. "So I'm not in the mood for relationships right now, to be honest. And that includes talking about it." 

The line moves quickly, and they take a step forward. 

"Oh, sure. Yeah. I get it. Of course." Aurora nods. "I'm sorry, tho. Y'know, that it didn't work out."

He shrugs, and they walk again.

"'S fine." 

The shift in his behavior is loud and clear, and it bothers her. The idea of someone breaking Harry's heart deep enough for the pain to overshadow his excitement and dull the brightness of his smile doesn't feel right. So it bothers her. It really does. Whoever it was, he surely deserved someone much better. He surely deserves someone better.

A flight attendant welcomes them with a grin and a cheerful good morning. Aurora smiles back, and hands him her passport and boarding pass, then waits for him to return them. He wishes her a safe flight, and repeats the same process with Harry. 

Aurora waits for him in silence, and once they're both ready to walk through the airgate, she picks the conversation back on. 

"I'm sure you'll find someone, y'know? It won't be that hard. You're still young, and dating was never a problem for you, so…"

There's a pause, and then Harry snorts. "Dating was never a problem for me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Y'know… That's what you, Niall and Jayden used to do all the time, wasn't it? Dating and… Flirting and hooking up with everyone?"

Harry stops walking and turns to stare at her in silence, with widened eyes and flared nostrils. 

Aurora stops, too, biting her lip to hold back her amusement while waiting for him to say something. 

He doesn't, but he eventually laughs, throwing his head back and making her fully smile at him. He shakes his head, and starts walking again.

"Jeez, Auri, I'm so offended right now."

"Oh c'mon…" She chuckles, following his steps. "I meant it as a compliment, okay? Like… Girls were always into you, that's all."

"Not all girls, though."

"Fine." She shrugs. "Ninety-five percent of them, then."

He snorts again. "Ok."

"How old were you when we met? Twenty? Twenty-one?"

"Nineteen."

"Oh shit, really?"

"Yeah, it was my second year. Why?"

"Nothing. I think… For a moment I just forgot you're so much younger than me, that's all."

"C'mon, not so much, I'm almost thirty now."

"Well, yes, but I'm thirty-five."

"See? Same age."

She chuckles. "We're not the same age."

"Ok, but almost."

"Not even close, Harry."

"Oh c'mon! Then what are you now? Ancient? Should I call you grandma?"

She chuckles. "Well… I do feel ancient, to be honest."

He rolls his eyes. "This is ridiculous. You're just as young as I am."

She shakes her head. 

"Yeah, I mean, I know that… But I don't know… I mean, talking to you right now I don't feel like you're younger, y'know? Let alone that much. But also—"

"It's not that much."

"No, I know. But if you think about it, I already got married and I have a four-year-old at home, so like, I really am too old and—What?" Harry is frowning at her, and she tilts her head. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He shrugs, then faces forward, away from her. "I'm trying to decide if I should kick your ass right now or just throw you into the ocean later."

She gasps, but then she chuckles. "What? Whyyy?"

Harry raises his eyebrows at her. "I'm only five years younger than you, Auri. Five. It's not even a big deal."

She sighs.

The line in front of them moves, and they move forward as well. 

"Sorry. You're right. Like I said, it doesn't feel like it right now, but I think… I don't know. When you were 19 and I was 24 it was different, yeah? I mean, we were in different stages of our lives. I was meeting Zack and you were—" 

"Yes, I know. I was there, remember?" 

She swallows down, and nods. 

"Sorry," she repeats, much softer this time. 

Aurora walks in silence, staring at the plane at the end of the hallway. 

She pretends to ignore the way Harry keeps glancing at her, or how he rubs the back of his neck, or how he rolls his shoulders. She knows she bothered him, and the idea of causing a scene when they're about to get into a plane feels terrifying. She should've kept her mouth shut, that way she wouldn't have them put them in that situation. Again.

It's like she's been riding on a rollercoaster she never knew she would get into in the first place. Going through multiple sudden changes of speed and directions. Slowly climbing a steep slope and painfully anticipating the fall before she actually drops directly into the ground. Holding herself during the unexpected tight turns and sharp curves, and gasping for air at every inverted loop. Experiencing the ups and downs of gravity as she's weightless and happy at the top of the hill, then all of a sudden her own personality is pushing her back down to reality. And by the end of it, the back of her throat hurts, her stomach feels funny, and there's just heaviness all over her body. 

"Hey," Harry calls. 

He shifts his bag from one shoulder to the other and puts his arm around her, pulling her closer even though they're still walking. He kisses the top of her head, and keeps his lips there as he speaks. "'M sorry. Shouldn't have cut you off like that."

Aurora shrugs. "It's fine." 

"It's not. We were just joking and I… I took it personally, 'm sorry."

He kisses her head, again, and her lashes flutter. 

She knows he's sorry, but she doesn't know what to say to him. She knows how easy it is for her to forgive when she shouldn't, and how many times in the last six years she believed in empty apologies. 

So although she knows, she isn't sure she can trust herself. 

She hasn't been trusting herself for a while now. 

A new flight attendant welcomes them into the plane, and they both pull away from each other.

Aurora walks in front of Harry, and she does her best to smile genuinely at the cheerful woman that's wishing them a good morning and a good flight. 

She holds the strap of her bag tightly on her shoulder, and walks through the narrow carpeted aisle, focusing on the numbers and letters above the seats as if she's looking for specific ones. She pauses here and there for other passengers that are getting settled, and it's only past the emergency door that Harry speaks again.

"Should we sit here?" he asks. He's pointing to the opposite side where she's facing, so she turns around, finding three empty seats.  

"Okay." 

She nods, and tilts her chin up to check the space to put her bag. Harry is quicker, though, because he is already closing his fingers around the strap on her shoulder and pushing it away from her arm.

"I'll put our bags together, yeah?" 

She doesn't want to fight him about it, so she simply thanks him with the best smile she can offer and allows him to easily grab her duffel bag. 

She slides through the two empty seats to reach the one by the window, not waiting any longer to secure the seat belt and make herself comfortable. Once she's settled, she clasps her hands together, and takes a deep breath in. Her chin trembles, and she looks down, biting the inside of her cheek. She doesn't want to cry again. She really doesn't want to cry again.

Also, she needs to sleep. She must get some sleep. There is absolutely no way she is going to handle spending the entire day awake, and if she doesn't sleep now, she'll only get an opportunity again at the yacht — meaning she won't get to spend any time with her friends. 

Harry sits next to her and puts his own belt on, then turns off his phone and shoves it into his pocket. Aurora doesn't look at him, but he turns sideways anyway, leaning his shoulder on the back of the seat and blocking them from any possible curious eyes. 

He grabs one of her hands from her lap and takes her fingers to his mouth, placing a long kiss to her knuckles before sighing. 

"Auri, love," his voice is soft, and a whisper for only them to hear, "I really am sorry." 

She nods, taking her free hand to wipe a tear before it could roll down her cheek.  

Shit.

"Please, don't cry."

"Mhm."

"Auri… Look at me, please."

She shakes her head, then. Because she knows that she'll fall apart all over again if she looks at him.

God, she's so tired.

"I didn't…" she murmurs, then takes a deep breath and tries again. "I didn't mean anything bad by the age thing… I promise."

"I know that, love. Of course I know," he says, pressing another kiss to her hand. "Fuck. I know. We were just joking. And I'm not mad about it, I promise. I mean, I was actually a stupid hormonal teenager back when we met, so yeah… You're right, things were different. But please, Auri, I hate that I made you cry just because I… Shit, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. It wasn't about you, I promise."

She stares at her knees and nods, because she knows he is. And she also knows she can trust him, which is probably why she — finally — honestly blurts out, "I keep messing everything up, y'know? All the time."

He brushes his thumb on the back of her hand, then murmurs back to her, "What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I just… I keep letting everyone down, and I hate it, but it's like I can't stop it. And I mean, to be honest I don't… I don't even recognize myself anymore. I used to have so much fun, and I felt so different about life… And I treated people around me so differently… And now I'm just… I don't know… I don't know why I say things, or why I do things. I don't know what I want, or what to do with my life… And I feel so… Lonely… All the damn time. But I get why I'm lonely, y'know? I mean it's true that I don't know how to be anything else besides being Noah's mum. And I'm so insensitive to other people because of that, and I keep saying things I shouldn't and I just… I look back and I realize how I pushed everyone away… How I… I don't know, I'm so tired of this. I'm just so tired of myself."

There is a pause between them, mostly because Harry's waiting for the people in front of them to settle and stop prying at their conversation. 

It's good, though, because it gives her time to catch her breath again.

And then, Harry leans deeper into his seat, still holding tightly to her hand.

"Is that how he made you feel?"

Aurora furrows her brows. "What—Who?"

"Zack. Is that how Zack made you feel?"

"I… No! Why—I mean, I'm just… I'm talking about myself." 

"Auri, c'mon… I know you're talking about yourself, but I can read between the lines."

She closes her eyes and takes her hand up to her face, rubbing her forehead while she prepares herself to just keep blurting out what her mind is begging her to tell him.

"I think…" she says, dropping her hand back to her lap and blinking. "I think he really messed me up, y'know?"

Harry sighs. 

It takes him a moment to say something. A moment that feels really, really long to her. 

And then… 

"Fuck." He puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her to his chest, murmuring while resting his cheek on the back of her head, "I'm sorry."

She shrugs, snuggling into him and searching for his heartbeat, just like before.

"'S not your fault."

"But I should've been there for you."

"You wouldn't have known." 

"Still… This isn't how it was supposed to be." 

God, she's so tired… 

Her entire body is heavy, and she doesn't even know what's happening around them anymore. She can't even make sense of their conversation anymore. 

Harry feels too cozy, though, and she knows she's about to have the comfiest sleep of her life — she can feel it.  

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"I got divorced six months ago."

Harry closes his eyes, then rearranges himself on his seat and pulls her closer to him.

"I know."

.

.

.

"You know? How?" 

"Niall."

"Oh. Okay?" 

"I texted him while you were getting your coffee."

She places her hands on his hips, holding her weight to pull away from him. 

Harry doesn't let her, though, squeezing her inside of his arms and locking her in. 

"Please stay," he murmurs. 

And Aurora doesn't fight him. She just relaxes again — she relaxes and listens to him. 

"You weren't wearing a ring… And I could tell something was up, so I… I asked him. That's all. Sorry if I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help it. I needed to know."

"Oh…" The concept of time is foggy inside her mind, but she's pretty sure a few seconds go by before she speaks again. "'S okay, I guess. I mean… Niall knows about the divorce, but he doesn't… He doesn't know the whole story. He doesn't know how bad it was."

"Does anyone know?"

"You?" She chuckles, but it's humorless, because she knows that not even Harry truly knows. "I just… I haven't been able to talk about it yet, or like… Process it, I think. I don't know. I keep justifying him a lot, which I'm learning it's something I shouldn't do."

He makes his cheek comfortable on top of her head, then takes one hand to play with her hair, scratching her scalp. "It can't be easy to go through something like this on your own, tho."

"I know…" She closes her eyes, appreciating his affectionate touch. "My mum's helping me a lot… She had to go back home now, but she spent over a month with me. Makes sure I don't skip therapy… Stuff like that."

"Hmm…" Harry says, and his voice echoes inside her body. "Always liked her. Smart one."

Aurora curls her mouth up. "Yeah…" 

Another moment goes by, and Aurora is filled with lightness as her body slowly drifts into sleep. 

"Thank you for telling me this, Auri."

"Mhmm… It's weird… To like, talk about it."

"I'll always listen. Whenever you want to talk about it, I'll listen."

"Thank you… 'M really tired, tho... And I think my brain is going to explode…"

Harry chuckles. "Get some sleep, yeah? I'll wake you up when we're about to land."

"'Mkay." She hugs his waist, and nuzzles against his chest. "Can't believe this all happened and we didn't even leave the country yet."

"Tell me about it."

"Mm… 'Kay… I'll sleep now… You're comfy… And I think… I feel drunk…"

Chuckling again, Harry presses a kiss on the top of her head, then slides down a bit on his seat, and she cuddles a little bit more into him.

"Ok love," he says. "You can relax now, I got you." 

And although Aurora doesn't answer, she knows he does. 

She doesn't need Harry to wake her up. 

Her brain drifts back to consciousness by itself, slowly making her aware of her surroundings way before the plane is even close to landing. 

She's warm, because of Harry's arms wrapped around her shoulders, but also because of his jacket covering her body. Her face is pressed against his shirt, and once again she's breathing from his skin. He still smells good — like a fresh shower — but now it's also mixed with a little bit of sweat, so it's somehow even better than before. 

It's hot. He's hot. Her insides feel hot.

She's also comfortable — so, so comfortable. It feels like she just took the best nap of her entire life. Like she's enveloped by a sense of calm and peace, a feeling that she doesn't want at all to end. Snuggled into his chest while his fingers keep playing with her hair, tracing random patterns on the back of her head. The movements are sweet, sweet enough to tempt her to go back to sleep. And she almost does. 

Except she can't. Not anymore. 

Because above all that, she can tell she's also kind of desperate. Clingy. Needy. Hugging his waist as if their flight landing in Italy depended on how tight her grip is. Both of her legs over his left thigh. His strong, firm thigh. She's holding onto him like a baby koala. A troubled one. A baby koala that's craving to be held by someone. Anyone. And as if she's terrified of the idea of being left behind while her mind shuts off from the real world. 

And maybe she is. Who knows.

She always liked to cuddle, and she hasn't properly cuddled in a really long time, so it's not a surprise. Still, it very quickly becomes embarrassing, and certainly not how Harry imagined things to go when, earlier in the airport, he offered his shoulder for her to take a quick nap. 

He offered his shoulder, not his entire body, for fucks sake!

So, against all wishes, Aurora stirs and groans — mostly because her mind is battling between sleeping for just two more minutes or acknowledging the reality of the world she's in — then pulls away from him. 

"Hmm…" She takes her hands up to her face, and rubs the last traces of sleepiness away from her puffy eyes, then sits back on her seat. "What time is it?" 

Next to her, Harry moves as well, withdrawing his arms from around her shoulders and placing his hands on his lap. 

"Must be around ten thirty now… Last time I checked was ten fifteen."

He sounds calm, so calm that she can't make any emotion out of his voice, so she turns her head to look at him.

Harry looks fully awake. Well rested. Peaceful. Soft. The only sign of him turning into her personal pillow are the wrinkles all over his shirt, but everything else looks… Perfect. Like heaven. He looks like heaven.   

"Hi…" He curls one side of his mouth up, and Aurora smiles, too.

"Hi…"

Only then it occurs to her that she's been staring at him, and she looks away, taking her hands to smooth out her hair then fix her dress.

"Did you sleep well?"

She nods, and takes his jacket off, instead using it like a blanket to cover her chest.

"Um, yeah… I did. Thanks. And thanks for… You know… Letting me crush on you? I mean, it probably wasn't comfortable for you, so… Yeah, thanks."

Harry scoffs, shuffling down on his seat and spreading his legs as wide open as he can. 

"Are you kidding me?" He takes both arms up and places his hands behind his head, resting on top of the palm of his hands. "You're a great cuddler. Went straight to my top five of all time."

The playfulness is clear in his words, which is why Aurora chuckles. Still, one question is loud and clear inside her mind: who are the other four great cuddlers? And most importantly, why isn't she his favorite one? 

The thoughts bring an uncomfortable feeling to her stomach, and she shifts on her seat. 

"That's kind of you to say, but you should see me during winter in the middle of the night… I'm like a baby koala and it's not a very pretty sight." 

"Huh." He smirks, and lifts his eyebrows. "Is that an offer?"

Aurora snorts and rolls her eyes, feeling her cheeks burn before she looks away. "Shut up."

Harry laughs, and just like that, everything between them goes back to normal. 

Getting into conversation with him is easy. Neither of them have seen their friends in a while, so they distract themselves by reminiscing old stories and laughing at silly things they used to do together. They also talk about Italy, about how neither of them have been to the country before, and how it's been a dream of both of them. They bond over small details, and find connections over silly things. And it's exactly what Aurora needs, as she finds out after minutes and minutes of light conversation and genuine giggles. 

It is only when they're about to land that her face falls again. 

Fully awake, the airplane movements become way more obvious than they did when taking off. And as soon as the belt sign goes on, and the pilot announces they're about to descend to Naples, Aurora's heartbeat speeds up.

She straightens up and leans her back fully against her seat, looking through the window at the bright sky. 

"Are you ok?" Harry asks. 

"Mhm…" She nods, and doesn't take her eyes off from the view. "Just… I don't like this part very much, that's all."

"Wanna hold my hand?" 

It is a nice offer, but one she doesn't think she should accept. So she doesn't. And as the plane gets closer and closer to land, every movement becomes even more clear. When it shakes, when it turns, when it's getting ready to touch the ground. 

She holds herself until the last minute. She holds herself tightly and firmly. Until it becomes too much, and one specific up and down of the airplane has her reaching for his hand.

It's like Harry is already waiting for her, to be honest, because she finds him quickly. Her sweaty and cold palm meets his warm one, and she turns her head to look at him. 

He's already watching her, and as soon as their eyes meet, his face lights up with a smile. 

Her belly quivers, and her chest tightens. 

"It'll be over in a minute," he says, squeezing her hand.

She nods, and swallows down, because it's the only thing she can do right now. She knows what he's talking about, and she knows it's true — they'll land, and everything will pass. 

Although something tells her that, whatever she's feeling right now, will not go away. It won't be over in a minute. It won't be over even when they're out and away from the plane. 

In fact, she's starting to believe that, as soon as Harry is next to her, looking at her like that, the fluttering in her stomach will never go away. 

if you've made it here, say caramel coffee :')

also, thank you for reading.

dani :)

PART THREE

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hello! Considering how you now write for Chiori, and that I highly appreciate your Genshin headcanons... I think it's about time I grant you the honor of my first ever tumblr ask 👀

How would Chiori act with a S/O who is more on the sensitive side, the kind to not appreciate harsh words, or having people raise their voices at them? (totally not me checking my own hypothetical compatibility with her)

We know she can basically use her sass to roast people on the spot (not to mention her skills in graceful arcs making) in public, though during her SQ, we also get to see a somewhat softer side from her, when in a more private environment/with friends... But she also went "ugh eww ugh" when Xavier cried in joy during the 4.3 movie event.

So... that got me genuinely wondering. Feel free to add more characters if you feel inspired/like doing that (how their behavior with S/O would change depending of the setting being in public or in private?), and have a nice day 😊

(Genshin Impact) Chiori with a softer S/O

I am honored that I am your first blog you ask! Hopefully you enjoy!

Chiori honestly does not act that differently, even in private or when she has a S/O.

She has never apologized for being herself, and that would not change no matter what.

And if someone got with her, they would know that when they decided she was the person they loved.

Even if the person she spoke to was an absolute sweetheart, Chiori doesn't mince words in the slightest.

(Chiori) "...S/O, you are not going out in those rags. Here, let me pick something out for you."

She doesn't really hold anything back because she loves her S/O, and the fact they love her means she can unapologetically be herself.

That being said, she isn't heartless.

Chiori tries to phrase things slightly more gently. Such as:

(Chiori) "What I want for my birthday? Hm, I would like new tools...Keep it a surprise? Why would I do that when you can just get me something I like?"

Key word being: tries

She's at least tactful enough to not make them cry from her usual harsh words.

In private, she can get a little more handsy than usual.

She just sits on the bed and lays her head on their shoulders, taking a deep sigh.

(Chiori) "...You must be tired too. Go ahead and rest your head on me."

Her love language is definitely acts of service than words, which goes both ways.

She'd rather show why she loves her gentle S/O, than just tell them.

And that comes across in the clothes she tailors for them, never ever skipping on any expense.

(Chiori) "This kimono will match that perfectly with that pretty smile of yours, now quit squirming. I gotta take the measurements..."

Since they don't like anyone raising their voices at them, Chiori is the first one to step in to apply verbal or physical violence upon anyone doing so.

It doesn't matter who they are, if someone tries to pick on her sweetheart, than they're going to be picking glass out of their clothes.

[strawbxrryanime]

red sweat dripping from his back - cale henituse x male!reader

"What the hell am I supposed to do with a bag of lemons?..." Cale scoffed, he hated sour things, so what bag of lemons could be useful than anything? "Do the neighbors think I'm trash? Cause they're absolutely right..." Cale muttered. You watched from a distance in the comfort of your own space. You were living your own lavish life with him, during his trips to find relics he'd always take you with him.

He fell in love as soon as he met you, and you can't possibly deny that. As soon as he saw you it clicked instantly for the both of you. You were his beautiful angel, someone whom he can redeem himself to. You always counted and depended on Cale no matter what and you would do anything for him.

Cale was sweating, rooms get hotter during the day. "Hey..." Cale approaches to you, smiling. "My sweet guy, how are you feeling?" Cale questioned you, as your eyes were graced by his abs after just having his shirt taken off due to the heat. Cale caressed your cheek slowly as he generously smiles, you reassured yourself that you were doing just fine to him.

Cale kisses your lips softly, as he crawls up to you in the bed. "My baby has to be doing alright~" Cale mutters as his eyes focus upon your pretty face. Cale loves you no matter who you are, he loves all your impurities, he loves the way you stand out by anybody. Cale's heart skips a beat whenever he sees you. Cale slicks back his bright red hair as his reddish-brown eyes adjust to glare at you even more.

"It's so hot in here.." Cale smirked. "Even when I have the slightest motivation to get up and turn on the air conditioner, the heat always manages to get to me..." Cale was always known as the lazy type, but often most times when it comes to you, he'd do anything for you. "You know what I really love about you?" Cale said to you. "I love everything, the way you speak, the way you laugh... sure, you may be insecure about it, but I think it's beautiful.. I replay it everyday just for me to relax.." Cale smiles, oh my goodness he's really reeling into your heart.

You began to kiss Cale again, in the heat of the moment as you thanked him. "I guess you feel the same way too hm?" Cale mutters, as you nod your head. "My beautiful baby~ You're the cutest..." Cale commented as you make more of a move, kissing him and being in the moment, as Cale kisses back more aggressively as grunts echo in the room. "Do you really want it Y/N?~" Cale asked... you nod your head vigorously. "So needy aren't we?~" Cale smirked.

And so you two hit it off, oh how you loved Cale so much. You loved every aspect of him, as the both of you stripped of clothing, bare as Cale smirks. "You're the only one I could ever want Y/N~" Cale mutters as he kisses you and lays you down at the bed. “My guy~ My one and only~” Cale would whisper as he slowly inserts his cock inside of your asshole, making you whimper and groan.

“Shhhh…” Cale smirks as he holds you against your waist. “Save the noises for when I really get you screaming~” Cale covers your mouth as he starts to thrust deep inside of you, burying his cock so deep in your ass that you tried your hardest to not moan out louder and louder. Slowly but surely, his thrusts slowly start getting harder and harder, slamming his ballsack into you.

His hands wrap and grip tightly around your mouth now, as he's now starting to thrust even faster, his cock being submerged by your walls as he kept fucking you over and over. Your muffled groans and grunts echo across the room as Cale scoffs. "You can't be serious right?~ Moaning now?~ Already~ It's like you barely even know me~ You'll see how hard I'll go~" Cale groans as his thrusts get bigger and bigger.

"Don't be shy, you can take it~" Cale started to chuckle, grunting as he shoves his inches in and out of your asshole, fucking you so good and hitting the right spots. "Oh, you're so pretty~ I'll fuck you so good~" Cale would praise you, but also humiliate your pathetic little moans as he thrusts harder and harder, telling you to save them for when he's really in it.

Now, Cale is really putting in his works, he's now thrusting deep and fast inside of you, panting and groaning each time he thrusts inside your tight ass, you couldn't contain the moans anymore and you just start to scream, scream in the mixture of pain and pleasure. "Fuck~ You're so cute~ Gonna fuck you so good~ Mm~" Cale would keep grunting as you moaned and moaned, he's really doing your ass amazingly. The heat fills up the room even more as the two of you are both sweating and panting.

Cale's thrusts, now laced with precum, is getting more sloppier and sloppier as his pants start to shake, his breaths becoming more shallower as he tries to hold back his load onto you. Slamming deep inside of you like there's no tomorrow, groaning and grunts echoing the room without a care in the world. Cale kept thrusting harder and harder, he's already at his limit. "FUCKING TAKE IT Y/N!~" Cale would yell out as he fucks one more thrust inside of you until he splurts inside you, painting your walls white with his cum as Cale chuckled.

"Shhh.. don't worry, you can do it baby~" Cale smirked, he was now lying down as you tried to lower yourself onto his fat cock. Fucking you crazy was enough, but fucking yourself onto him was another level. You started to take all his inches down. "Fuck~ Look at your hole swallowing all of me hm?~" Cale would chuckle again as you'd moan and groan, as you try to bounce, riding him as your eyes rolled back.

"Look at you~ You're fucked senseless~" Cale smirked as you start bouncing even faster, already getting addicted to the pleasure, fully in the heat of the moment. Already pounding deep, crushing his ballsack going faster and faster as groans and pants from the both of you echoed the room. Cale kept grunting as you kept moaning. "Fuck!~ Gah you're so good!~" Cale would yell out, as you just kept bouncing on his cock.

Cale's gleaming red hair shined through the sunlight as the heat was getting hotter and hotter. As you kept riding him faster and faster on the brink of pleasure, Cale arches his back upwards as he grabs onto your neck and gave out one last final groan as he cums deep inside your ass, you start screaming and panting as you were filled up.

"You're my baby~" Cale said as he caresses your cheek, you and Cale were sweating, in the heat of the moment, as you cuddled with Cale in the end. "I love you so much~" Cale kisses you, as he smiles. "My dear Y/N~"

[shrekysenpai-love-me]

Souichi Tsuji Head Canon

Note: Souichi is over 18 in this story. I don't got TIME for you guys to be sliding up in my dms, saying, "He's a minor!". Tired of that shit. Enjoy~

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"She's so beautiful. An absolute goddess..."

When you and Souichi first meet, the man is most definitely at a loss for words. He has never seen anybody as beautiful and graceful as yourself. 

Shiny, (h/l), (h/c) hair pulled back into a classy ponytail and pretty, plump lips that put even flowers to shame.

He's sure you are a goddess. And he isn't going to give up until you're his. 

My love for you is eternal. Don't you ever forget that.

When I tell you, this man will shower you in gifts and affection, this man will shower you in gifts in affection. 

From simple, "I love you"s and small sweets to "Your smile outshines the Sun!" and expensive jewelry you've ever seen in your life. This man would not stop until he knew you knew your worth. 

You want candy, jewels, hugs, cuddles? Whatever you want, he'll give it to you within a heartbeat.

Who shall I curse? Anyone who even comes near you, of course, my love.

Although, all his gifts weren't sweet. And some were very grotesque. 

Ranging from animal skins and rat bones. To some of his own baby teeth and even poems written in his own blood, the man would stop at nothing, no matter how creepy it was.

"Oh, this? It signifies how much I love you, my love. I truly am lucky to have a goddess such as yourself by my side."

Infatuated. Obsessive. And possessive. That was him. 

"Who was that? And why were they holding your hand? It's a co-worker? No. I won't allow you to see them anymore."

Whenever you went out with friends or anywhere in general, Souichi made sure he'd be by your side at all times. When he couldn't be there however, he'd make it known that you were his and his alone. Making you wear his own clothing, sweats and boxers included. Sometimes, he'd even buy you a new dress, just to flaunt that you, his beautiful wife, looked sexy in almost anything.

However, if Souichi didn't buy a dress, he wouldn't just send you out in his own clothing. No. He'd make the every night before, he'd cover your body in hickies and bruises (he especially seemed to love you neck, collarbone, and thighs). When you went out, the man would immediately suggest a wide collared sweatshirt with shorts. Nothing more. Nothing less. 

Your love and affection is simply too intoxicating, I can barely take it any longer.

Souichi can, and will, quite literally get drunk off your love. 

Just the slightest bit of contact and he'll be a blushing mess for hours. And don't even get me started on when you hug and kiss him. 

As soon as your hands make their ways around his neck, or your lips brush against his, the man will full out moan and squirm at the attention he's getting from you. 

The blood on my hands? Oh! It's just cranberry juice. 

This man is not afraid to kill for you. I mean it. 

And even though he'd never get his hands dirty, he would just to see the men that constantly flirt with you, or make you feel uncomfortable, suffer.

The more gruesome the death, the better. Anything that would takes days to clean up are a favorite for him. Unless he could use black magic. Then, he would gladly kill every single man you ever met.

My love, please don't cry. I did it for you. Can't you see? I love you. 

However, when Souichi killed, he could get a little carried away. So much so that you would accidentally walk in on the scene. 

Whenever a gasp broke the silence or your heavy breathing met his ear, the man would wipe your tears away with his blood-stained hands. 

"(Y/n). Honey. It's not real. They're fake."

"R-Really?"

"Yes. Really."

The more tears he wiped, the more attached you would become to him. Souichi was a manipulator, and he knew that as long as you believed him, he'd have you wrapped around his evil little fingers. 

"Y-Yes (Y/n), my goddess! I'm such a disgusting pig! More! More! Ah~"

The physical embodiment of submissive and breed able. This man would let you step on him, spit on him, pull at his hair, choke him out, anything.

And when you degraded him?

"You are a fucking pervert. Watching me undress. Have you no shame?"

The man moans in delight as he feels his orgasm coming closer and closer.

"Yes! A pervert! Ruin me, (Y/n)! Please! Make me yours! Treat me like the slut I am!"

No matter how hard he begged, you would never let up from any punishment he got. And he absolutely loved it. 

I gave you absolutely everything and this is how you treat me? 

When you find out, and believe me, you will, that Souichi has been lying to you all this time, you immediately break things off with him. However, it doesn't go as planned. 

"I don't want to be anywhere near a selfish, greedy monster such as yourself! We're through!" The man laughs when you say this. "Us? Through? Honey, I don't think you quite get where we stand."

Grabbing your hand before roughly pulls you towards him before giving you a bone chilling smile. "You are mine and mine alone. If another man even looks at you wrong, I'll kill him myself."

[dyenasaur]

I am askthedragonprinceviren! Sorry can't reblog the post because I was blocked for being an anti apparently :) just saying nice analysis! Though why not giving some actual slack to the chain?

Also blitz loves Stolas painfully. I would say, more than the other way around currently.

I don't pay enough attention to discourse generally to understand what is and isn't anti, but I gotta say I dislike untruths and half baked takes being passed around like they're cold hard factual truth.

Why they chose to keep the chain straight? Well, I'm only guessing as I'm not related to the show in the slightest, but the Doylist (IE, the author/the real world/technical limitations) explination is likely that it was cheaper to animate a straight line than bother with the swinging of loose chain, plus it keeps the animation focused on what matters- Stolas and Blitz moving closer and closer together.

The Watsonian explanation (in universe, character driven, etc) is likely either that, as a figment of Blitz's addled mental state, Mind-Stolas is simply interested in drawing Blitz closer, but without force.

I would suggest it's Blitz's subconcious picking up on how badly Stolas wants him in return but that is pretty decent conjecture and hard to base exactly. I will note that Mind- Stolas smiles at Blitz and moves and touches him gently. That he brings Blitz UP with him on the high throne. Even in an addled state it appears that Blitz recognizes that Stolas is putting him at an equal height, something that Blitz blushes over and can't meet Stolas' eyes for.

As far as 'currently loving Stolas more than Stolas loves Blitz' ..... have you ever experienced actual heartbreak? You don't get drunk as hell, go to a party you think is stupid, SING ON STAGE ABOUT HOW YOU MIGHT BE THE ONE IN THE WRONG, and confess that you want that person to want you while crying all four eyes out without feeling SOME TYPE OF WAY.

Is Stolas hurt? Absolutely. Is Stolas continuing to believe that Blitz' answer is 'no I don't want you' and therefore drunkenly smooching on someone else? Yes! Can raging heartbreak and still holding out hope that you will fix things and get back with someone coexist? ALSO FUCKING YES.

Complex characters means complicated emotions. Nobody is ever one thing, not really. Stolas is, during Apology Tour, a bunch of things for a bunch of different reasons. Shame (over his and Blitz' agreement), Hurt (Blitz roleplaying instead of talking, plus a bunch of other shit), Anger (Blitz refusing to leave him alone, among others), and more! In addition to ALL OF THAT, though- He loves Blitz enough to set him free. To recognize that their arrangement wasn't healthy, and to want to do right by Blitz and release him from an agreement that isn't fair.

Stolas loves Blitz so much that he gets trashed and goes to a stupid ass party in a vain attempt to soothe how much it hurts that the person he loves doesn't appear to love him back.

(Blitz does love him though, he's just got ~ISSUES~ and no one in this show knows how to fucking talk. I love them so much.)

[patibato]

[Coordinate of Kaguya] Track 5 - Deneb

I rushed to my room.

Sure enough, I could see the helmet there on my desk.

Illuminated by the light descending from the moon, I gently picked it up.

Even though six years had passed since my father disappeared, even though it would have been made even before then, it hadn't deteriorated in the slightest.

It must have been stored very carefully. The same way you would a treasure.

"…"

This was surely an expression of my mother's feelings.

That if I believed in my father, if I would continue to insist he was abducted, then I should go to space to meet him—that's how I interpreted it.

"Yes, that must be it."

In that case, I wanted my mother to feel at ease, and continue on the path she believed in.

While I, myself, continued on the path I decided.

I tried on the helmet. I looked at my surroundings through the visor.

It fit perfectly, like I'd been wearing it for a long time.

My field of vision was clear, and I could breathe naturally, as if it had always been a part of my body.

My stepfather was a good person.

I understood why my mother chose him. He'd definitely make a good father.

He'd definitely make my mother happy.

But my only father would always be him.

Only the one who was a space-loving weirdo, that you found yourself loving regardless.

"…"

Regarding my younger sister, who was yet to be born.

I was considerably shocked when I first heard my mother was pregnant, but now, when I thought about the fact that I'd have a younger sister, I felt incredibly blessed.

I'd have a sibling.

It was a new step forward, that I would properly take as well.

Once my younger sister was born, I wanted to give her lots of affection, and do everything I could to make her happy.

And so—

I'd wear the helmet from my father every day from then on.

Training is required to go to space. This is part of it.

And more than anything, it's an expression of my determination.

"Wait for me, father."

I will, absolutely, become an astronaut.

☆

When Kinugawa and I arrived at Hama House with our princesses, Uu-chan was there to greet us.

As promised, he treated us to strawberry chocolate donuts.

Though he seemed occupied with reading one of those thin books by "sensei", so he rushed through the formalities and returned to our room.

"I love Ushio-kun's sweets. They're always sooo tasty."

"Someone called Ushio-kun made these? Then I'm gonna be Ushio-kun's bride!"

"You can't, do, that, I won't, allow it…"

Kinugawa shakes his head with deep creases between his brows, and our little sisters laugh at the sight.

"You're also very doting, Kinugawa," I laugh, and Kinugawa turns red.

We wipe the stickiness from our sister's mouths, and give them warm milk tea.

We listen carefully to their excited chatter.

—It’s a peaceful scene.

"…"

Several years have passed since the day I took on my father's purpose and decided I would absolutely go out and find him.

Communicating with space still isn't going well. I haven't gained any information on UFOs, either.

"I'll bring back my father, and get my life back on track."

That is my dearest wish.

Since joining the Regional Revitalisation Club, my focus had somewhat shifted to other things, but—I know that my time had stopped, that day on the prairie when my father disappeared.

So even now, seeing such a peaceful, happy scene unfold before my eyes, I can't help but think…

What comes after bringing my dad back…?

"…No."

I shouldn't think about that right now. I still haven't found him.

And there is surely more time yet until I do.

I still have time to think about it… I must.

"Onii-chan, do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Am I cuuute?"

"Of course, you're so cute that I just want to swallow you whole."

"…Love, is sca…ry."

After that, Kinugawa goes ahead and takes his little sister home first. She leaves behind a handwritten note for Uu-chan that says "thanks ushiokun".

As for me, I have to kill some time before the archery class my mother is holding finishes.

"Onii-chan, read me a picture book before we go!"

I accede to the Princess's pleading.

"Got it. What book shall we read today…"

"Princess Kaguya!"

"Understood."

It will only take a short while, so I begin to read the Princess's favourite picture book when…

"Ooh~♪ is that Princess Kaguya?"

Yowa-san appears, holding a bag with "Cafe369" printed on it like some sort of code.

"I've read that one too! I like the plot, so I remember it well. It reminds me of a man I met on a star not too long ago—he was also a descendant of Princess Kaguya."

"What?"

A flash of light filled my brain.

Questions dominate the inside of my mind, spinning around and around.

"A descendant of Princess Kaguya…?"

"Yes, that's exactly right♪"

And then—at Yowa-san's smile, I feel as though the pieces start to come together.

"A traitor of the moon."

I become transfixed, unable to avert my gaze for a while.

Track 4 | Masterlist

[mins-fins]

YOU'LL BE ALRIGHT (P.HB)

SUMMARY . . . sometimes it's okay to not be okay, hanbin just needed to find someone that could help him understand that.

PAIRING . . . park hanbin x male!reader

GENRE . . . much angst, also much fluff

WARNINGS . . . allusions/mentions of death, phanbin is a chronic over thinker, nightmares (not descriptive), wakeone is a horrible company (but we knew that alr)

WORD COUNT . . . 2k

NOTES . . . i am utterly in love with park hanbin for absolutely no reason :( such an amazing man

park hanbin likes to pretend.

he's always one to be happy, to smile, even when he's necessarily not. hanbin doesn't like it when people worry about him, so he decides to pretend everything's okay because the idea of other people worrying about him bothers him.

he'd rather be the one to worry about others, he doesn't want others to take care of him, he'd prefer for that not to happen.

hanbin likes to think that he's good at hiding his true emotions, even with the sometimes worrying looks he gets from his group mates, he doesn't say anything in the slightest bit.

the only thing really helping hanbin is that he's keeping up this façade.

there are many times when hanbin wanted to quit, to collapse onto the floor and never wake up, but he has to keep a brave face for the rest of his members. they look up to him, see him as their leader, it'd be selfish of him to quit because then he'd discourage everyone else, everyone else who was working so hard to make sure they don't get a harsh scolding from the dance instructor.

hanbin hates when he hears the rest of the group get scolded, but then hears;

"wow, hanbin, your perfect!"

"you should all follow in hanbin's footsteps".

"you have everything an idol needs, you should be debuting soon".

hanbin always feels his heart tighten whenever those words are spoken, because they don't help him at all. they're backhanded, he hates how those words shade his group mates, the people he's known for almost four years now, he hates that these people call him perfect when he isn't, it pisses him off how even with all he's done, he still feels like a failure.

even if hanbin is perfect, even if he has everything an idol needs, he doesn't feel like it. it's hard to feel like you are anything in a company like wakeone, where the only people who care for you are your close friends, no one in the company has really cared about their little group ever since that one manger who used to sneak them snacks after practice left.

hanbin doesn't know how he manages everything without bursting into tears about all of the stuff stressing him out.

there are so many times where hanbin just wants to break down, to sob. there are so many times when he has to hold back his tears, he gets so scared thinking about the future of the group, how they probably won't debut even with how hard they're trying.

but hanbin has to keep up a brave face for the rest of his members.

he doesn't wanna discourage them, especially junghyun and jihoo, they're still in school, they're kids, he has to take care of them more than the others, because they're the youngest.

he wants them to have hope.

even if he necessarily doesn't.

to be fair, it's hard to have faith in a company like wakeone. the company doesn't care about them, clearly, as long as they can make money, they don't care.

which is why their first choice was to cancel their debut and throw them into a survival show.

hanbin knew wakeone wouldn't be responsible, he knew they'd do something careless and simply say; "were not gonna debut you guys, anymore".

but a survival show? and an mnet one.

they always had this planned.

hanbin remembers everything. the sighs, the groans, the looks of disappointment from everyone else as they realized they had to wait even longer to debut after all they've done.

and now they all probably won't even debut together.

hanbin's shoulder slump, another wave of disappointment washing over him.

all of their hard work, still not rewarded.

"can you believe it? a survival show? that's what they thought was the best option" minseok scoffs as he folds his laundry, a 'tsk' escapes jeonghyeon's lips.

"it's just another way to make millions of dollars, just like all the other survival shows".

"all we have to do is sacrifice everything else we've done before" y/n states seriously, his leg bouncing up and down as he bites his inner cheek.

hanbin stays silent, which is honestly pretty abnormal. even taerae is talking more than him, and taerae usually goes quiet during conversations like this.

he's stressed, tired, worn out, he's practiced too much these days, he feels himself disassociating more and more during conversations with his group mates.

everything has simply become too much for him these past few days.

"i'm not doing your laundry, jeonghyeon!"

"why can't you just be nice, y/n?"

taerae laughs, hiding his mouth behind his hand as minseok simply sighs, used to those two and their constant bickering.

hanbin gives a fond smile at the two, even in a situation where they feel insanely hopeless, his group mates will always find a way to cheer him up, even unconsciously.

y/n nudges jeonghyeon, making the boy whine as he clings onto taerae, sticking his tongue out at him. he taps hanbin, making him jump.

"what?"

"everything okay?"

hanbin blinks, nodding as a fake smile comes to his face. "i'm fine.. just tired".

y/n hums, letting out a small 'ah'. he looks like he doesn't believe hanbin, but he doesn't say anything about it if he actually does.

"take it easy, okay?"

i wish i could..

hanbin smiles, a pained one at that, but he still smiles. he sighed and clasps his hands together, wanting to just walk away. "it's already nine o'clock, junghyun and jihoo should be going to sleep now".

he doesn't say anything more, he just gets up and walks out of the laundry room, leaving his other 02 liners there.

y/n narrows his eyes, watching as he walks away.

hanbin jolts up.

his breath is unsteady, and his eyes are watery, as if he'll burst into tears any minute then. he simply just sits for a second, catching his breath, as of he'd just run a marathon even though he did nothing which should be taking away his breath.

he closes his eyes, but then quickly opens them because he just can't.

every time he closes his eyes he's reminded of what was in that horrific dream..

it's been a while since hanbin's had a nightmare. they were pretty bad when he was a kid, then got a little more manageable when he was in his teens.

but that was— that was horrible.

it's like hanbin's mind is purposefully playing tricks on him, trying to convince him that it's all his fault and that his friends aren't okay.

his breath hitches as his mind goes to thoughts of his friends not being okay. he quickly looks to the side, but taerae, minseok, and jeonghyeon are all peacefully sleeping in their beds, okay.

oh thank god..their okay, nothing bad happened hanbin, it was just a nightmare.

he pauses, taking in a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down, still struggling to keep his composure as he calms down from the nightmare he just had minutes prior.

he just sits there for a moment, bringing his knees to his chest as he listens. he listens to taerae's snores, minseok's tiny breaths, jeonghyeon's small mumbling.

hanbin then pauses.

y/n.

where the hell is y/n?

that's who was missing, hanbin looks to his bed, but it's empty, he's not there, he's not there.

hanbin panics, anxiety immediately rising. he feels like he's overreacting, but at the same time, his mind is racing with horrible thoughts.

he's probably okay hanbin, your just thinking too much into it, all you had was a nightmare.

but what if he isn't?

hanbin desperately tries to ignore the voice in his head as he slips out of the bed, tired, stressed, and worried.

y/n is okay, hanbin, he's okay, he's probably just getting water! no need to worry!

are you sure about that?

hanbin keeps trying to reassure himself, but it seems that his bad thoughts are outweighing any good ones he might be having.

he clears his throat, hands getting sweaty as he feels his eyes start welling up with tears.

he doesn't even know why he's getting overly emotional, he just is. everything is just horrible, he feels like he can't manage anything.

he tries so hard to put on a brave face for everyone else, but everything is just piling up on him and he feels like he's about to breakdown.

he wipes his tears before they can fall, and as he walks forward, he bumps into a figure.

"oh i'm sorry" y/n's soft voice greets hanbin, and said boy let’s put a soft sigh. the younger blinks, eyes widening as he sees the tears threatening to fall down hanbin's place. "hanbin, honey, what happened?"

hanbin closed his eyes, small tears falling down his cheek as y/n moves his thumb to wipe them. "y/n, i'm sorry" he whispers, he can't muster up an actual voice to speak.

"what— why are you sorry?"

"because i.." hanbin pauses, his eyes shift as he sighs in disappointment. "i can't be brave, and i can't constantly be okay, even with how much i try and it's frustrating me—"

y/n frowns at his words, his expression turning into one of sympathy. he wraps his arm around hanbin, who simply melts into his touch. "okay, calm down".

hanbin sniffles, and y/n wipes the remaining of his tears. the younger sighs, the frown stuck to his face as he sees hanbin try his best to not start crying again. "what happened?"

"i had a nightmare" hanbin begins, swallowing the lump in his throat. "all of you guys got hurt, and i panicked when i saw you weren't there because i thought something bad happened".

hanbin takes in a deep breath, finally looking up at y/n. he bites his bottom lip, hoping he didn't say anything wrong.

"there's nothing wrong with that".

"hm?"

"hanbin, sometimes it's okay to not be okay" he states, and hanbin shifts up as y/n takes his hand. "you don't have to constantly put up a 'happy' attitude, your allowed to sad, mad, frustrated, we'd all understand, you work hard, it's not like it's abnormal".

"but.." hanbin pauses, squeezing y/n's hands for comfort. "it's.. i wanna be a good leader, i don't wanna discourage anyone, i have to—"

"hanbin" y/n whispers, cutting into his sentence. "it's okay, you don't have to constantly pretend to be okay, you shouldn't have to feel like you need to hide how you truly feel".

hanbin bites his inner cheek, y/n isn't done talking yet. "that's not being a bad leader, you already are a good leader, whoever tells your not, clearly has no idea what your talking about".

at the words, hanbin gives a small smile, they somehow calm his nerves, and y/n brushes his hair out of his face. "i like your smile".

hanbin chuckles, looking away as his face goes red. "really?"

"yes, and your dimples" y/n states, poking his cheek as hanbin laughs and turns away once again.

y/n opens the door, guiding hanbin into their shared room and to his bed. hanbin pauses, and y/n raises an eyebrow.

"what?"

"i.. i can't go back to sleep".

y/n clicks his tongue, and hanbin sits on his bed sighing. he watches as y/n reaches towards his own nightstand and takes out his phone, scrolling through it, like he was looking for something.

"here you go" hanbin's eyes flicker down to his phone, and y/n takes out his earphones as he plugs them into the phone. "to help you sleep".

y/n shifts forward, helping hanbin put them on himself. "just listen to this".

hanbin blinks, listening as seasons by wave to the earth begins playing through the earphones. he feels extremely loved, and y/n smiles as he notices hanbin relax.

"thank you" hanbin mumbles, a smile coming to his face as y/n just nods, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"don't worry about the two youngest" y/n reminds him. "i'll wake them up in the morning, you get your sleep okay?"

hanbin seems to want to hesitate, but y/n gives him a 'you better not disagree' look, and he nods.

"good night, hanbin".

"good night, y/n".

for once, hanbin can sleep comfortably.

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 12 !!!

buckle up batchers we're in for it 😬

The Bad Batch 1x08

CROSSHAIR BACK FINALLY !!! I missed you grumpy toothpick man 💕

idk why but Rampart gives me the vibe that he can't swim and I just wanna gently shove him off a platform on kamino and just see what happens

Wrecker teaching Omega about bombs 🥺 then he just goes 'lmao now you try' 💀

"OBVIOUSLY NOT THAT ONE" brooo 🤣

his laughhhh I love you Wrecker

"I failed my first disarming test too" ~ Wrecker bby... is that how he got his scars? 🥲

Omega: "Wrecker says he's got it under control" Tech: "that's not comforting" PLS- 💀

ECHO HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE ??

oop well his chip has been removed but I'll keep counting I guess, just for funsies, Wrecker hits his head count: 9?

mom and dad are arguing again

Hunter 🤔 face

wait why did I never notice that they all still have their lil bandages on 🥺

Tech: "the power's back on" Wrecker: "yeah we can see that" lmao me yesterday @anonymous-galager 😅

"Come here beautiful" ~ Wrecker kissing bombs

mom and dad are arguing again

Omega is Tech's little helper 💕 it's giving handing your dad tools and holding the torch as a kid

idk why but I like that you can see Tech's chin under his helmet when he looks up

I wanna sit in a glowy kamino chair

Tech: "Crosshair won't be able to detect us, I'm blocking their scanners" Hunter: "that won't stop him" Crosshair: 'we won't be able to detect them they're blocking our scanners' 💀

REGS 💕

Tech and Echo scheming in plain sight hehe

Omega trying to be Crosshairs voice of reason too 😭

Crosshair steps forward the slightest bit and Hunter steps fully in front of her asjfoapaldue

"aim for the kid" CROSSHAIR NO 😡 *squirts with water bottle*

I find it interesting that when Crosshair says that, Hunter pushes Omega behind him, but he also turns around, almost as if he's not expecting Crosshair to shoot Omega first, he turns back to look at the regs first before moving again to face Crosshair

and still none of them fire...

Hunter picking Omega up again and diving on her 🥲

lol I love that Wreckers first instinct to being shot at with fire is to throw an explosive at the dude

Tech helping Omega into the engine chamber 🥺

Omega: "I've never been inside an ion engine before" Wrecker: "it'd be weirder if you had" 💀

Wrecker shoving Tech BRO

I think it's interesting that when Crosshair shoots at them, he only shoots AT them. we all know he doesn't miss and he is nowhere close to actually getting Tech or Hunter with that shot 👀 just thinking out loud

"try again Hunter" he is just taunting them

Wrecker: "what about plan 7?" Echo: "plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever!" he is so done 💀💀

absolutely adore the shot of all their hands grabbing explosives 💕

Hunter bent down to give Omega a boost up and Tech caught her and held her up !!! = Hunter just threw Omega to Tech 😂

Hunter covers Omega with his body again 😭

Crosshair's scream when he realised what was happening I- 🙃🔫

Wrecker catches Echo 🥺

Hunter bodily catches Omega 😭 "I've got you" ~ Hunter 😭😭😭😭

HUNTER WAS HOLDING ONTO HER THE WHOLE TIME THEY WERE FALLING

Crosshair immediately collapsing 😫😭

rip CT-8508 ily

oh look it's my favourite blue bounty hunter toothpick cowboy twink

lmao Cad Bane calling Hunter "son"

Omega reading Hunters hand signals 🥺

"That's unfortunate ... for you" ~ Cad Bane (s2 Tawni Ames 👀)

I can feel the hatred in Hunters eyes through his visor ooooo he mad

I can't deal with Omega's scared scream sobs 😫

Todo you're fine hush

"Little lady" hehehe

CROSSHAIR BROKE HIS LEG AND HIS ARM AND BURNED HIS FACE (and probably his lungs) I hate it here 😭

are we gonna talk about the Hunter POV groggy wake up visor cam scene??? *sigh* no, next time

Wrecker grabbing Omega's bow 🥲

Wrecker getting defensive immediately thinking Crosshair took Omega 😭

NO TBB OUTRO MUSIC

welp I am getting increasingly more stressed for s3 creeping up on us and me running out of time for my rewatch lol

I'm gonna do a few episodes a day now so these posts might start getting boring if they're not already lmao

thanks for joining friendsss 💕💕💕

[expectiations]

Dear Tia,

I am scared of pressuring you, but it is rather difficult to keep track of whether anonymous asks have been answered already. And I saw you answering asks and just wanted to check in whether you have gotten around to my ao3 asks yet. So that if you have, I can go scavenge for them :)

I hope you are having a good day <3

(And don't listen to the River haters; I pity them, it is so much better to love her)

ao3-anon

OH SHIT I AM SO SORRY. I genuinely thought you're the same participant. Or maybe it's two? Idrk 🥹 but anyways here are my answers. And I'm assuming (🥹) that these previous asks came from the same person? So I'm grouping them into this ask too.

– one

When I wrote that DNW, I was in a messy headspace (heh) so I just wanted lighthearted fluff stuff. However, it's also okay for me to have a few angsty moments while keeping the overall fic lighthearted in feels.

Playful DoctorRiver banter? Sure! They're fine for me.

I'm a bit partial to River but if the situation fits for Mels, go ahead! Same goes for using another regeneration of the Doctor.

– two

I am glad to say that I've been doing my best to sleep before 12 am 🫶🏻✨ (except last night. that was a fluke. and totally @croxxbunx's fault 🙄)

Aw thank you! I totally missed writing fanfics 🥹

I am proud to say I'm quite good at drumming up endless prompts. I'm just rubbish at moving it from prompt-level to fic-level lol

– three

I didn't include it since the questions have been answered but thank you for the hug!! 🫂

–

On another note, I just remembered how I came up with that prompt in the first place. I found it amusing to put the Paternoster Gang in a situation where they have to deal with DoctorRiver shenanigans but in a sort of loop. Cause I have this headcanon that the Gang are sort of like parental figures to River. And also provide marriage counseling on the side. And the fun Strax and young!River, who's still quite attached to her guns, would have together!

I mean we all know how the TARDIS totally adores her Water, right? So she makes River a room full of weapons and she and Strax have such a fun time there. Totally for the glory of the Sontaran Empire of course.

Like just imagine young!River, new to Luna U, struggling to be more 'human' than 'weapon'. Fighting the urge to punch/shoot first, ask second. Here comes along the Gang, who shows her how to find her balance, who comforts her and assures her it's okay to hold a weapon while also holding her back from going on a rampage at the slightest grievance.

Strax also had a nursing stint, yes? He nurses River's wounds (you really should be more careful, boy. you are not a strong and mighty Sontaran.) and teaches her how to take care of different kinds of wounds and how to fight for the glory of the Sontaran Empire. I can just hear baby River's giggle and see her bright eyes taking in everything Strax teaches her.

Jenny and Madame Vastra. Feminominons of the Victorian Era. Also River's badass mothers who try to teach her empathy and etiquette, how to give as good as she gets. I like to imagine them dropping in on River and making sure she's eating well, helping her study. (They also totally had nothing to do with the disappearance of the Professor who tried to claim her essay as their own. Absolutely not.)

[daimyosprincess]

fym the librarian isn't counted it's literally us like 🙄 anyways ship game gimme 14 18 19 27 and 48!!! RIGHT NEOW!! (also maybe add a little 50 for angst 👀)

Ship ask game

Lmfaoooo 😂😂

It makes me so soft to know you guys wanna hear more about Professor Boba and his princess jgslkdjsklgjs anyways here we go

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Boba is a more private person by nature so he doesn't do overly much in the ways of public displays of affection, saving those for more private times and places while she's more comfortable with PDA but respects Boba's boundaries and doesn't force him to show more than he's willing. He does encourage to voice her wants and needs freely and trusts her to respects his comfort, so if she asks to hold hands or have a kiss in public he'll almost always give it to her

(also I must add that although it's not really PDA but Boba absolutely keeps a hand on his girl's thigh at pretty much all times when he's driving with her in the car 🥴)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Oh hoo boy if she's not feeling well because she's sick/on her period/having an off day it is absolute princess queen goddess treatment because he cannot stand knowing his babygirl is even the slightest bit uncomfortable (unless she wants to be 😈). If he can't be physically with her, it's phone calls and messages and making sure she has everything she needs as best he can. If he is able to be with her then he is, stopping by between his classes to bring her soup or meds and making sure she doesn't lift a finger. If she's having cramps, he's more than happy to be her personal heating pad, letting her snuggle up against him while he rubs her back.

Miss princess is just as astounded by Boba's superhuman immune system (how is the man never sick??) as she is frustrated at his tendency to put aside his own comfort to power through whatever task he's set before himself, whether that be staying up too late grading papers or not taking it easy at the gym when his knee is giving him trouble. She usually resorts to threatening him with such punishments as not sleeping until he does or putting Fennec on his case, but if she's really concerned about him she'll sit him down to talk about things.

(I have some plans to write a little something about princess taking care of her professor in Volume II of Ex Libris 🤭)

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Ok listen I am going insane over the thought of library princess making like a lil friendship bracelet type thing during like a library program or something and giving to Boba just to be cute then her realizing that he's been wearing it every day since dkgjaljggajg

Now since our beloved princess is a reader insert she doesn't have a body size so I can't say she would be able to wear any of Boba's clothes (so it's up to you my lovely readers!) but in a future Ex Libris chapter Boba is going to give her his class ring to wear on a necklace 😭

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Answered in this ask

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

So far, both of them have just been enjoying their relationship with no real expectations for the future (marriage, kids, etc.) but the way they're building their relationship easily leaves it open to those type of discussions.

Now when the topic of the future does come up and Boba tries to pull the old man card ("don't waste the rest of your life on an old man, princess") just know that she fucks him six ways from Sunday until he gets it through his head that she's not going anywhere without him 😌

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

@baufraus how dare you bring up angst in a house that enjoys angst (with a happy ending sksksk)?!?!!?

With the strong foundation that the two of them have set, I don't think there's a lot that could break the two apart. Both Boba and princess value and have made communication a cornerstone of their relationship inside and outside the bedroom so if there's something that could possibly be relationship ending, they would do their best to talk about it and figure it out before it gets to that point.

NOW for the true angst: what if for some reason they did break up???? Boba is shutting down internally, just completely closing himself off to any emotion. He's throwing himself into his work and won't see the light of day unless Fennec yanks him out of his office by his collar. He'll carry on but in black and white, without the joyful color his feisty babygirl brought to his life--no more flowers on his dining room table, no more kisses stolen before class, no more laughter snuggled under sheets.

BUT that's never going to happen because library princess is never going to give her man up without the fight of a lifetime 💖

Taglist 💖

(if you don't wanna be tagged in ask stuff just let me know!)

@agirlnamejacq @burningfieldof-clover @marierg @dukeoftheblackstar @imarvelatthestars @saradika @baufraus @historianwithaheart @andrakass2 @samspenandsword @liadamerondjarin @sleepingsun501 @sgt-morgan @rescuethewretched @rexxdjarin @ladytano420 @writingwintermoon @pheo-nixpas-calian @acatalystrising @erinthevampire @xxladysquishyxx @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @kimiheartblade @shinyshayminflower @wings-and-beskar @thirsty-boba-fett-posts @wolffegirlsunite @echocola @100lxtters

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Sooo I've decided to finally cross-post my Obey Me crack-fic from ao3, I hope you enjoy!✨️

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Cheek Clappin' Behavior

Ch.1

summary: Mc gets bamboozled by the game we all know and love 😭. They also happen to get yeeted right into it at full throttle, oops. How, you ask?? Who knows-

warnings: swearin/strong language, a quick innuendo, Mc just bein straight up wild tbh

misc: this fic doesn't accurately follow the story, literally just random shits 'n giggles for now lmao [pls it's so unserious ajfjshsjs] + the memes you see edited were done by me in my absolute mess of a gallery 💀

word count: almost 1k

It was just an ordinary day for Mc… Well, that is if you could call simping for fictional characters from a story-based gacha game ordinary. Okay, maybe they're a liiiiiiittle bonkers in the head, but we still love 'em 😋.

[Mc's POV]

'You've gotta be clappin' my cheeks unequivocally rn.'

"How tf am I gonna pull up AND get bumblefucked by this yee yee ass game 🤨🤨🤨??" Okay, so maaaaybe I got raw-dogged by a fictional world, but I can fix this for sure‼️

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Oh.

I didn't fix this. Far from it, in fact. Yet another 10 pull, wasted… 😟

Welp, whatever‼️‼️ Back to the story then hehEHEHEHE— HOLY FUCKIN' MOTHER OF GO— MAMMON YOU ABSOLUTE BABYGWORL TF YOU DOIN' LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?? 🤭🤭🤭

Even tho he plays hard to get, he ain't a match for MY sluttish behavior 🤪—

THIS? FUCKING?? $ Ł Ü ✝️? ? ? "The absolute fuckin' audacity I swear— AND this mf blushin' too? Consider tears runnin' down my leg fr fr for real fr‼️" YOU SEE THAT TUB OVER THERE MAMS?? YEAH HOP IN THAT BITCH CUZ I'M BOUTTA 😩😩—

Ahem.

Caught myself lackin' for a sec there sorry bout that y'all 💀—

I then end up playing this damn game for a psychologically questionable amount of time. Such a long time, in fact, my raggedy ass fell asleep with the game open. O p e n. I didn't even get to charge my shit— hot damn 😬.

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Next thing I know, I'm exposing my eye sockets to a ridiculous amount of light.

✨️OWIE✨️—

Oh.

'Now why in the ass-eatin' fuck does this place look familiar?? This ain't my house OR my room🗿. Tf is goin' on in here on this ass-chappin' day 🤨🤨??'

Like, the more I look around, the more shit's appearance becomes clear to me [no d U h Mc?? C'mon get it together 😭].

'Tho it does look a bit [a fuck ton tf you mean?? 💀] like my room in Obey Me…🤔'

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"Did my bitch-ass get isekai'd into the world of Big Boobie Bitches— I mean Obey Me??????⁉️🗣📢🔥"

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' …You've gotta be tuggin' my schlong rn this shit is a different breed. No, literally. Does that mean I'm a whole ass sheep now⁉️ This ain't gonna work. I swear on my left kneeca—'

All of a sudden, someone's headass bursts into the room. I was about to chew them tf out like a baddie, but then I SEE 🕕🫦🕕—

'CERTIFIED BABYGWORL??? AJDJSJEEJ OMGOMGOMG IT'S HIIIIIIIM IT'S MAAAAAMMMMS OH MY—🥺🎊✨️🫧💖‼️🥰💛'

"Yo, human! Ya were s'pposed to hang out with me today! What's goin' on?"

I—

'Ugh. What a cutie 🥰. Look at him, lookin' at me like that 'n shit 😭💖.'

I stare right back at the white-haired babygworl— I mean demon, trying a lil TOO hard to fight the inner voices that are telling me to jump him unprovoked.

"Well, tbh tbh honestly tbh, I haven't the slightest fuckin' clue Monie.. Buuuuuuut you can still take me out if you want tho 👀." I give him a lil look. Yano, a look. A little lookie look. A look that looks like a lil look because it looks—

"Whatever, let's just go. You've been makin' The Great Mammon wait long enough." He then drags me outta the room as if I'm his bitch.

'OW MY PUSS- now hold on for just a diddly ding dang darn second ☝️🤓— here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around 🤨🤔❓️ ❓️ ❓️'

Welp I'll just have to worry about it another time ig 🤷.

Anyways, now we were makin' our way [downtown] through the Big Ass House of Lamentation, BAHoL for short, trying to get to wherever tf Mammon has plans for. Well, that is until we run into a certain someone.

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'GAAASSSPP IT'S HIIIIIM‼️ LEVIATHAN THE SWEET BOOOOOOYYYYY OHFUCKOHFUUUCK 🥰💖🫧🧡✨️‼️'

"Yooo, Levi! Funny seein' ya outside ya room for once." Both Mammon and I then proceed to start gigglin' like two lil bitches lmao.

Until this mf turns around 🗿.

…My face just about shriveled up inside itself.

'DID BABYGWORL #3 GET EVEN QUIRKIER 😳😳😳⁉️'

"Levi.. you good?? You're looking a bit differently different there bud 😭😭."

'I swear to shit there are literal SPARKLES just shootin' me in the eyes rn.'

"Idk what you're talking abt lol." He blinks and just shrugs at me like absolutely NOTHING is wrong like wtf my g—

"Tbh tbh honestly tbh Levi you're looking MAD ✨️bbg✨️ rn and idk how to cope with that so I think it's best you induce an anime withdrawal for just a singular sliver of a second the sake of my sanity 🗣🗣."

It takes him a couple seconds for the matter inside his cranium to process whatever tf just came out my mouth.

"B-Bbg!? WOOOAAAHHHH❗️🗣🗣🗣📢💥.. I-I can't believe you're calling a no-good otaku shut-in like me that!" He takes a moment to cover his now blushing face sextillion times more than his hair already does with his hand.

'Omg what a lil cutie I swear— got me swooning 'n shit <3.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! We've gotta get goin' now. See ya later, Levi!" Mammon cuts off the ENTIRE interaction quicker than it even started before dragging me away like a fucking rag doll.

'L?? M?? A?? O?? Tf is all this motion for 🫨🥴?'

What the plans are?? I still haven't the slightest of darn clues, buT I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT 🗣.

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I kid you tf not we literally only managed to reach the main entrance before getting jumpscared by none other than Lucifer himself—

'EYE- SWEET MOTHER OF DIAVOLO'S (. )( .)‼️—'

[✨️To Be Continued✨️]

[potatoes83]

Random...

K-Love is playing Christmas music now on the weekends. I love that!

Politerotica 3: Family 'round the Christmas tree...

Well, around the Thanksgiving table, but it didn't rhyme. Commit to the bit, yeah? So. The shambling dinosaur on life support that is the liberal legacy media has been telling us for weeks now how we can prepare ourselves for those evil, bigoted Trump voters that are about to darken our doorstep for the holidays. To be clear, I am one of those; I use the 'we' as in the targeted populace of their posts and broadcasts. Including, but not limited to just uninviting them. Classy. Grandpa's uninvited for Thanksgiving because he wants peace, a strong economy, and to not end up eating cat food because the grocery bill is too dear.

So I was at my in-laws for Thanksgiving. I know they voted differently than we did. They know we voted differently than they did. And who we voted for, and why we did, and just a full political recap... was never once mentioned. Not once. Now, I am not ashamed in the slightest of my vote, and if questioned, I will happily defend my position. But instead, we talked about what we've been up to. About family, about friends, about the holidays. About the things that actually mattered. Because here's the thing. Two things actually. First off, whatever happened to the big three not coming up in polite conversation; money, religion, and politics? Controversial topics. But even beyond that, politics is mind-numbingly, head shatteringly BORING!

Oh yeah, I voted Trump, but then we also had a local school board election, and don't you know it, there were only three people running for four spots, and I wasn't overly invested in the incumbents anyway, let alone those two millage proposals, and speaking of incumbents, how about those circuit court judges, I mean...

And no, it's not like we were uncomfortably avoiding the topic, stilted silence and awkward pauses revolving around the orange man bad elephant in the room, it's just that we not only have mutual respect for one another, but also have INFINITELY BETTER THINGS TO TALK ABOUT. Especially when we're all but doing a dine and dash; we got on the road after work Wednesday, stayed Thursday, and had to leave by noon on Friday. Which, as an aside, totally sucked, because they're in the greater Kalamazoo area, and Thanksgiving night through next Tuesday is seeing lake-effect snow bands just ripping through. The entirety of the I-94 corridor through Ann Arbor was off and on whiteout blizzard conditions and shitty roads.

...for those of you not familiar, lake-effect snow is something that greatly affects the west side of Michigan; it can extend throughout the state, Buffalo, New York also gets it bad. Cold air whips over the relatively warm Great Lakes (Lake Michigan is still about 50 degrees right now), picks up stupid amounts of moisture, and dumps snow. It can be blue sky and sunny, fluffy clouds, and turn to black sky and whiteout blizzard with an inch of fresh snow on the ground, and then back to sun out... in the space of literally fifteen minutes. And it just keeps doing this.

But getting back to it, we have been bombarded with politics now for the last what, year and a half? I mean, let's be honest, politicians start running for reelection the minute they're elected into office, but it obviously really ramps up before the election itself. In our social media, in our legacy media, in conversations around the proverbial water cooler, it has been absolutely inescapable. It's done. Let it fucking go. Like, seriously, the only thing worse than being bombarded with political ads during the election would be to be bombarded with politics after the election. I didn't walk in holding my hand in the shape of an L on my forehead going suck it bitches, we won, I asked if there was anything I could do, and helped peel the potatoes. They didn't splash me with holy water as I walked through the door, they made me breakfast. And we chatted and caught up, because even more so this visit than most, it was over in a flash and we had to come home.

Yes, politics are important, and many of us have been immersed in them because they are directly related to the direction of the country, which has been on the wrong road for the last four years. But if you can't put that aside for what is really important, or moreover, if that makes up so much of your identity that you can't look away, that well and truly is a shame. And I would also point out, that it's usually a one-way street. Because you notice how all the advice is how to cope with the Trump voter... not how to deal with the deluded Harris camp and company. 🥔

[aesteraceae]

Happy Birthday

Pairing: Chan/Everyone

Summary: Chan gets railed for his birthday. That's really it.

Tags under the cut!

Tags: gangbang, lingerie, biting, slapping, spanking, subspace, nipple play, crying, safe words, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, cum play, overstimulation, degradation, mommy kink, fingering, spit roasting, face fucking, edging

AN: Yes I am very aware that Chan's birthday was like 2 weeks ago, but this fic kicked my ass so it's being posted now. It's fine, October is Chan's month anyway.

Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus @toastyseungmo @sstarryreads

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"Are you guys sure about this?"

Chan's fidgeting on the bed, staring down at the lacy panties Jisung placed in front of him.

Felix wraps his arms around Chan's shoulders, tucking his head in his neck. "We're so sure. It's your birthday! You work so hard for us, and we want to help you feel good."

Chan can't help but melt, picking up the panties.

They're thin but nice, with decorative stitching and a little bow on the front. Chan can't imagine something so pretty on him, but he didn't have to imagine, did he?

He slides off the bed and tries not to shake under the 7 pairs of eyes staring him down as he strips to nothing, sliding the panties on.

They fit, somehow, his cock fitting nicely into the silky fabric. It feels nice, the material makes his skin tingle and the cut is high enough that he still feels naked, exposed.

He is absolutely not prepared to look up, though.

Jeongin's right in front of him, and the moment their eyes meet he's all Chan can focus on, because he's shoving him back onto the bed.

He feels the bed dip around him, and Jeongin pulls back just enough for Chan to see the others standing above him, staring down at him like he's a prime cut of steak.

"Um. Um, I- do I-"

"If you ask "do I look good?" I'm going to slap you."

Changbin's voice is already dripping with arousal, and Chan swallows hard because that didn't sound like a bad deal.

"Do I look good?" He whispers, the slightest smile in the words, and Jeongin moves over so Changbin's straddling him instead.

"You want me to slap you?"

He's so careful, and it makes Chan's heart do something so weird he can't form words. He just nods, and before he can even blink Changbin strikes him across the face, sending lovely fireworks of pain across his cheek.

It's not very hard, considering, but Chan still cries out and he still writhes, wanting to hold the flushed skin. He tries to do just that and finds that Felix and Hyunjin are holding his hands back, and kissing right above him. The sight really has no business being so hot, but his attention is stolen by another slap, from Seungmin this time.

There's a hard look in his eyes, predatory, like he was planning how best to tear Chan apart, and it's enough to make him whimper.

His hearing cuts out for a moment, already slipping into another headspace, something soft and pliable. He watches Jeongin and Seungmin bicker for a moment over who gets to straddle Chan, but they both end up on one of his thighs.

Seungmin bites at his ear and neck, harsh and almost violent. It's strange how much Chan likes it, but the idea of taking away Seungmin's usually impenetrable wall of composure is doing things to his brain.

Jeongin is scratching down his chest and pinching his nipples, the mixture of pain and pleasure dancing just on the line of maddening.

"Fuck, please," he moans, though he isn't sure what he's begging for. Someone coos next to him and kisses him, and Chan doesn't even need to look to know who it is.

Minho holds his chin, fingers fanning out on his bruised cheek, pressing against the sensitive skin every time he presses deeper into the kiss. He moves Chan like a doll, tilting his head this way and that to get a better angle. It's dizzying, all the different sensations all at once, and he doesn't realize that he's crying until Minho swipes a tear away.

All of it stops, and Chan's so outraged by this that he only cries harder. He knows this isn't exactly the way to get them to keep touching him, but the rational part of his mind has shut itself off.

"Green," He gasps out, reaching back for Felix and Hyunjin so they tighten their grip on his wrists again. "It's a lot but it's good, please don't stop."

Felix and Hyunjin are convinced, pinning his hands back down to the bed, and he sobs in relief.

"Are you sure?"

Seungmin's looking at him, the heat in his eyes replaced with worry, and Chan wants to bite him.

He does, craning his neck to bite the fleshy part of his palm. It's strangely satisfying, and he bites down a little bit harder before letting go.

The embarrassment sets in soon after, but Seungmin kisses him before he can apologize.

"Fuck."

Chan laughs into the kiss, mostly confused, but there's more lips on him, more hands, and he's not going to do anything to make them want to leave.

"You're so- fuck. I want to tear you apart."

Minho's talking, whispering filth into his ears, and Felix is sucking on his fingers, and Jeongin is sucking his nipples and Seungmin is kissing him and Chan is going insane.

None of them have even touched his dick and he's already shaking, whining, begging to cum.

Or at least he would be if Seungmin would stop kissing him long enough for him to get a word out, but still.

"You're so pretty like this, Channie. Tell us how good it feels, yeah?"

Jisung pulls Seungmin off of him by the hair, freeing his mouth, but Chan had a better chance of talking with his lips occupied, because the sight of Seungmin, arching back into Jisung's touch makes his mind go blank.

Changbin starts to bite and kiss Seungmin's neck, and Jeongin shifts just perfectly—

Chan cums with a startled shout, far louder than he intended, and everyone freezes to watch him, sobbing and writhing as a wet patch forms on the panties.

"Good answer," Jisung says, laughing, and then the panties are off and Jisung's licking up the cum and Chan physically can't handle this.

His skin is still buzzing from the first orgasm but seeing Jisung lick the panties clean almost throws him straight into another one, whining and hooking a leg over his shoulder.

Jisung takes this as an invitation and begins cleaning up his cock too, with broad strokes and absolutely filthy noises.

"Jisung, oh my god- fuck, wait wait!"

He doesn't seem to care that he's shoving his orgasm right into overstimulation, even as Chan thrashes underneath him.

Changbin puts an arm over his hips and keeps him still while Jisung works and the tears start up again, but instead of worrying they just laugh at him, now.

Minho's voice is silky smooth in his ear, just a bit too condescending to sound properly worried.

"Oh, honey. Is it too much? Being held down and forced to take what we give you? That must be so overwhelming, huh?"

He grits his teeth and tries to hold back a scream but fails miserably, only succeeding in sounding even more pathetic, if that was possible.

"Go on, scream. We all want to hear it."

What comes out is a pathetic little wail, and Jisung finally lets him go, licking his lips and sucking his fingers, like Chan's cum was a Michelin star meal.

"You're insane." He huffs, thankful for the opportunity to breathe again.

"And you taste amazing," Jisung says, with the tone of a man who regrets nothing.

Chan has absolutely nothing to say to that, so instead he shuts his eyes and tries to drag himself back to existing.

Minho has other plans, however, because he guides Jeongin off of him and coaxes Chan onto his stomach in the center of the bed.

"Minho?"

His senses are still spotty, but he's lucid enough to catch Minho's response.

"Oh, you didn't think we were done, did you? Gosh, you keep getting cuter."

There's something about how condescending Minho sounds, like Chan was nothing more than a dog.

"You're so tense. If you're going to take us, you'll need to relax a little. Hyunjin, Felix, help him out, yeah?"

There's hands on him again, but a simple glance back shows that it's Felix and Hyunjin this time. Hyunjin's massaging his thighs, squeezing and pressing into the knots there, and Felix is groping his ass, thumbs pressing against his hole every so often.

It's just the perfect amount of pressure to drag Chan back into subspace, and he's barely more than a puddle on the bed by the time Felix finally presses a finger into him.

"Fuck, I can't imagine how it'll feel to fuck you if you're this tight around a finger."

Felix's hands are small but deft, like he got a detailed manual on how to melt Chan's brain from the inside.

There are 2, then 3 fingers, and Chan isn't going to be able to handle any of their cocks, he knows, because he's already shuddering now.

He already feels like a pit of molten lava, but Felix presses the pads of his fingers down and Chan's brain goes completely offline.

He's sobbing again, because he can't get his mouth to work right to scream and Felix is evaporating his mind.

The pressure doesn't let up, Felix is just pushing and Chan doesn't even realize he's close until Felix stops and it feels like his entire body is going to explode.

He does scream this time, loud and enraged, and Felix's laughter is so infuriating that he bites down on the sheets again.

"Shh, little one. You'll be filled again soon enough, don't worry."

Hyunjin pulls him back until he's sitting on his hands and knees, settling in front of him.

Chan's not sure when he took off his pants, but he's too preoccupied with being annoyed at Felix to care.

Hyunjin guides his cock forward just as Chan feels Minho behind him, lining up with his ass.

"I might bite you." Chan rushes out, as Hyunjin's cock hits his lips.

Hyunjin just shrugs, "I don't really care."

Chan doesn't have time to process that because Hyunjin is pressing past his lips and teeth and Minho is pressing inside of him and for one blissful moment, Chan feels nothing.

And then his skin lights up in sparks and fire, like they ran an electric rod through his body and put him in the middle of a thunderstorm.

"Fuck, baby, so tight. So perfect for us, huh?"

Human bodies can't be expected to handle this much sensation at once, can they? It's hard to breathe around Hyunjin's cock but Chan can't bring himself to complain because the lack of air is making him pleasantly floaty.

"That's it, honey. Take my cock nice and deep, choke on it."

Hyunjin's voice is gravelly and warm, a fresh wave of motivation to suck harder, push deeper, even as he gags around it.

There's a hand in his hair and he thinks it's Hyunjin going to pull him in deeper, but instead it pulls him back, away, and Chan is left empty from both sides.

He can't explain how jarring it is, to be left adrift and gaping with so many eyes on him, so many people who could be touching him but aren't.

He wails, hiccuping and hyperventilating and he's moving, pressed against someone's chest, but he's empty, and it takes everything in him to force out words. "Don't stop, please don't stop. I need it, please."

Someone's talking and Chan can't even tell who, but they're lifting him onto their cock, and everything slots back into focus.

He melts against Changbin's chest, held tight in his arms, letting out soft moans while his hips rock in and out.

"We won't stop unless you tell us to, okay, love?"

Minho presses a gentle kiss against Chan's forehead and pulls him forward again until he's back on his knees, but he leaves Chan's head on his thigh instead of nestled between his legs, where he wants to be.

He whines but Minho's hand is unyielding, and soon enough he's too focused on Changbin and his punishing thrusts to really care.

His eyes are crossing in seconds, and the only reason he recognizes anything other than Changbin's cock is Minho, moving his head this way and that to make him look at the others.

Felix and Hyunjin are rutting against each other, shirts still on, and Jisung is reaching between them to grind their dicks together.

Seungmin is making a mess of Jeongin's thighs, biting and even drawing blood in some spots. Jeongin looks like he's cum a few times already, and Chan wonders how out of it he was if he missed it.

"Look, baby. Look how horny you made us all, look how jealous they are that they're not fucking you right now."

Hyunjin looks at him with desperate eyes, lips swollen and pink, and Chan is going to die if he doesn't get to kiss him now.

He reaches out an arm but Hyunjin's already turned back to Felix, kissing him instead, and that's almost better. Pink on cherry red, flushed freckles and sweat-stuck hair.

"Channie...!" Jeongin's calling for him, moaning his name as Seungmin sucks on the tip of his cock, and it's almost instinct to slide their hands together.

Jeongin's grip is almost bruising but Chan loves it, the extra point to focus on.

Changbin's thrusts grow erratic, and Minho laughs above him.

"Looks like Changbin's going to cum soon. Who wants to fuck our little whore next? We can't leave him empty."

Jeongin perks up but Seungmin sucks him a little harder and he's screaming out an orgasm. He's little more than a shaking puddle when Seungmin finally pulls away, but Hyunjin and Felix aren't much better.

Jisung started fucking Felix's face at some point, and they both seem close while Hyunjin guides Jisung's hips. It doesn't even seem like they heard Minho at all, too absorbed in their pleasure, and something about that makes Chan's insides hot.

He feels like a toy, something they can leave aside until they're ready to play with it, until they're finished with a more interesting toy.

Changbin drapes himself across Chan's back and he barely gets a groan in warning before he's pumped full of lava, with Changbin's moans in one ear and Minho's praises in the other.

"That's it, good boy. You're taking it so well, such a good little fucktoy."

His bones feel like they're melting, and his chest is heaving, and he thinks he's screaming and it's so much-

"Mommy!" He's not sure why he says it, but Minho sounds so intoxicating, so condescending and so warm that Chan can't think of anything else to say.

He's too out of it to see how Minho reacts, floating in a haze of too much and not enough.

"Mommy, please, oh my god..."

He turns his head to bite Minho's thigh, because Jisung's cumming too and he really can't handle the way they sound moaning together.

"Shh, baby boy. Mommy's got you."

Minho pulls his head up again and finally guides him down onto his cock, and the satisfied groan Minho lets put is almost enough to make Chan cum again.

It's hard to focus on anything other than Minho's cock, but he still notices Changbin's absence when he pulls out.

He isn't empty for long, as Changbin shifts out of the way and Seungmin slides behind him, nails scratching red lines into his back as he lines himself up.

Minho pulls him off to breathe and he catches a glimpse of Jeongin moving underneath him, but he doesn't put it together until he feels something hot and wet wrap around his cock.

The sound he lets out is embarrassing, high and desperate, and it only gets louder when Seungmin pushes inside of him.

Minho's laughing at him, tugging at his hair and holding him just above his cock, making him stick his tongue out like a dog to taste him.

"So cute. Seungmin, fuck him harder. I want to hear our puppy scream."

Chan chokes on his own spit as Seungmin speeds up, hips slamming against Chan's ass. It feels like they've put his brain in a blender and set it to pulse, driving him mad with steady thrusts.

He does scream, often, until his voice cracks and all he can manage are little whines.

Seungmin doesn't let up, and when he gets close he only moves faster, scratching Chan's back and thighs.

Jeongin bites at his stomach and drags his teeth along Chan's cock, teasing, dangerous, and it's maddening.

He floats in a haze of pleasure and laughter and skin against skin, only vaguely aware of Seungmin leaving, of Felix taking his place.

Felix is gentler, but he's infuriating in different ways. His thrusts are slow and he's thick and Chan is too out of it to stop himself from bucking back against him, stretched so wide and still somehow wanting more.

He's sobbing and drooling and barely aware of his own heart let alone his mouth, but Minho keeps guiding him, drags his outstretched tongue against his cock, and groans like it's the best thing he's ever felt.

Chan wants so badly to blow him properly but every time he tries someone pinches his nipples or jerks him off or bites him, and he's too busy crying or screaming to do anything useful.

Earlier everyone split off into their own thing, but now they're all focused on him.

Hyunjin's marking up his neck, sucking hickeys and drawing blood, and Changbin is whispering in his ear. He tells Chan just how good he is, how pretty he looks, and Chan nods because when he shook his head at being called perfect Changbin spanked him so hard he blacked out for a minute.

He made Felix stop and held him by the jaw until he repeated it, until he described just how perfect he was, and Chan had to choke the words out through an orgasm. It was the only time he'd been able to rest after an orgasm, but it didn't last long. Felix picked up speed and Minho started fucking his face in earnest, and Chan fell back into uninterrupted pleasure.

That is, until Minho pulls away from his mouth and Felix pulls out of him.

He's gearing up to scream, to whine, to beg them to fill him again, but Jisung quickly takes Minho's place and— oh.

Chan never understood the phrase "fucked out of your mind", but it seems like Minho is determined to teach him.

He's pressing against Chan's hole, and he somehow feels bigger now, groaning at how little resistance there was.

"Such a slutty little thing. You want momma to fuck you?"

Mercifully, Jisung pulls him up high enough to shout "Please."

Minho is huge, and he moves slow enough to let Chan feel every inch.

He's sure he's making disgusting noises, but he can't bring himself to stop. Minho fucks him like a doll, pushing in completely with every thrust. Jisung's groaning above him, fucking his mouth at the same pace as Minho's hips, and it's maddening.

Jisung comes first— he falls back and bites his hand, shouting into it and gently pulling Chan off. Seungmin kisses him before he can swallow, licking the cum directly out of his mouth, and Chan can do little more than whine against his lips.

Chan's orgasm barrels into him like a bull, and he's glad Jisung wasn't fucking his face anymore because he's sure he'd choke, now. He wails, kicking at the bedsheets, bucking up against Jeongin's mouth.

Minho thrusts into him once, twice, and then he's draping himself over Chan's back and moaning directly into his ear, like a siren dragging him down even further, punching the aftershocks out of him.

The last thing he hears before the world goes black is Minho, telling him, "Happy birthday."