#Now I want to draw him in a field of flowers with a blue sky above him but I am not sure if my IbisPaint skills are high enough for that

[true-blue-sonic]

have a transparent Silver :) you can make him sit on anything you want now!

Awww, thank you!🍀💕 Such a polite boi!

[honeybeezgobzzzzz]

𓅨 Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: Chapter Nine

Sleepy Bitch Syndrome: You've got narcolepsy and have been visiting the Dreaming daily for years. Then its Lord and King finally return and he doesn't know quite what to think of you.

Warnings: Death, Angst.

To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Narcoleptic!Reader, for you dear @aralezinspace.

Word Count: ~2.4k

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Fiddler's Green spreads before you, an expanse of rolling hills and blooming flowers. It's a place of peace and beauty, yet all you feel is an overwhelming emptiness. The colors seem muted, the scents dulled. You find yourself perched on a low branch of an ancient oak tree, staring blankly at the horizon.

"Why did it have to end like this?" you mutter, the sound barely escaping your beak.

Fiddler's Green appears beside you, his form solidifying from the landscape itself. His presence is a comfort, though it does little to lift the heavy fog of depression that clings to you.

"Sometimes," he begins softly, "the paths we tread are not the ones we would have chosen for ourselves."

You look at him, your eyes reflecting your turmoil. "I had so much left to do. So many things I wanted to say." Your voice breaks, the words catching in your throat. To him.

He nods, understanding etched into his features. "It's never easy to accept what has happened. But you must remember that your essence remains here in the Dreaming. You still have a purpose."

"Purpose?" You scoff, flapping your wings in frustration. "What purpose could I possibly have now?"

Fiddler's Green kneels down, bringing himself to eye level with you. His gaze is steady and filled with compassion. "You were always a part of this realm, even before you became one of us. Your presence here has always been significant."

"But it's not the same," you argue, the weight of your new reality pressing down on you.

"No," he agrees softly. "It's not the same. But that doesn't mean it can't be meaningful."

You fall silent, contemplating his words. The sun dips lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the vibrant fields. The tranquility of Fiddler's Green contrasts starkly with the storm raging inside you.

"I just... I don't know how to move forward from this," you admit finally. "I was looking forward to so many things with Morpheus and now— now I'm a bird."

Fiddler's Green's gaze remains unwavering. "Moving forward doesn't mean forgetting what you've lost. It means finding a new way to exist within it."

You close your eyes, breathing in the scents of the Dreaming, trying to draw some strength from the world that once brought you so much solace. "I don't even know where to start."

"Start by allowing yourself to grieve," Fiddler's Green advises gently. "Grief is not a sign of weakness but a testament to the depth of your love and your loss."

The mention of love makes your heart ache. Morpheus' face flashes in your mind—those intense eyes, the way his presence filled every corner of the room, the rare moments of vulnerability he shared with you. You wonder how he's coping with your absence, whether he misses you as much as you miss him.

"Lucienne said I should go to him," you whisper, unsure if you even have the courage to face him now.

"She's right," Fiddler's Green responds, his voice firm but kind. "Morpheus needs to know you're still here, even if not in the form he remembers. You owe it to yourself—and to him—to find out what comes next."

You shake your head, feathers rustling with the motion. "I can't face him like this," you say, voice tinged with a mix of fear and defiance. "I refuse to show him what I've become."

Fiddler's Green sighs, a sound like wind through leaves. "It's not about what you've become, but who you still are."

You hop from the branch, taking to the air with a swift flap of wings. The sky stretches wide and blue above you, but it feels like a cage. You fly aimlessly, avoiding the paths that lead to Morpheus' palace. Each flap of your wings seems to take you further from the courage you once had.

Lucienne finds you perched on a gargoyle overlooking a vast garden. She looks up at you, eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. "He's worried about you," she says, her voice carrying the weight of her words.

"I know," you respond, barely more than a whisper. "But I can't—"

"He's not as unfeeling as he seems," Lucienne interrupts gently. "You meant more to him than perhaps even he realizes."

Your heart clenches at her words, but the fear remains. "I can't stand the thought of seeing disappointment in his eyes."

"Disappointment?" Lucienne's expression softens further. "He's more likely to feel relief that you're still here in any form."

You want to believe her, but doubt gnaws at you. "What if he sees me as a failure?"

Lucienne shakes her head slowly. "You're not a failure, and he won't see you that way."

You turn your gaze away from her, staring at the distant horizon. "I just need more time."

"Time won't change what needs to be faced," she says softly but firmly. "But I understand your need for it."

You nod, grateful for her patience even if you're not ready to accept it fully.

"Take your time," Lucienne continues. "But don't let fear keep you from what might bring both of you peace."

She leaves you then, walking back toward the library with a grace that belies the heaviness of her heart.

You remain on the gargoyle, watching her retreating figure until she disappears from sight. The silence of the Dreaming surrounds you, a stark contrast to the turmoil within.

Perched high above the garden, you let out a sigh that seems to echo in the vastness around you.

"I'm sorry," you whisper into the wind, unsure if you're speaking to Morpheus or yourself.

For now, facing him feels impossible—but deep down, part of you knows that this isn't something that can be avoided forever.

But today is not that day.

You find yourself lost in thought, perched on a branch in Fiddler's Green. The beauty around you is almost painful, a stark reminder of everything you've lost. You wonder if Morpheus feels the same, if he even misses you. The weight of your new existence presses down on you like a leaden shroud.

Meanwhile, in his palace, Morpheus stands by a window, staring out into the Dreaming with vacant eyes. His normally composed face is etched with lines of sorrow and confusion.

Lucienne watches him from a distance, her heart breaking for him. She finally steps forward, unable to bear his silent suffering any longer.

"My lord," she begins softly.

He doesn't turn to face her but acknowledges her presence with a slight nod. "What is it, Lucienne?"

"Y/N is in Fiddler's Green," she says gently but firmly. You’ve been moping and punishing yourself long enough.

Morpheus' eyes narrow slightly as he processes her words. "I cannot feel their presence," he says, a touch of confusion lacing his usually steady voice. "Not in Fiddler's Green or anywhere in the Dreaming."

Lucienne steps closer, her gaze unwavering. "They are there," she insists. "If you would go and see for yourself, I am sure that your melancholy would lessen."

He shakes his head slowly. "If they are there I do not wish for them to see me like this," he admits, his voice strained.

Lucienne places a hand on his arm, a rare gesture of comfort. "You owe it to yourself—and to them—to see for yourself," she says softly. "They need you now more than ever, just as you need them."

Morpheus closes his eyes briefly, as if summoning strength from deep within. Finally, he nods. "Very well," he murmurs. "I will go."

Lucienne watches as he steps through a portal that leads directly to Fiddler's Green, her heart heavy with hope and worry. You remain on your perch, staring into the distance when you sense a shift in the air. A presence approaches—a familiar one that sends your heart racing and feathers trembling.

Morpheus materializes in Fiddler's Green, his dark silhouette stark against the vibrant backdrop. He looks around, his gaze sweeping over the landscape until it lands on you. His eyes widen slightly as they meet yours—an unreadable expression flickering across his face. You feel a rush of emotions—fear, hope, love—all tangled together in a confusing knot. For a moment, neither of you move.

Finally, Morpheus speaks, his voice soft yet commanding. "Who are you?"

The question hits you like a physical blow. For all your fears about this moment, you'd never imagined he wouldn't recognize you.

Oh gods you make an ugly raven, don't you!

Morpheus' question hangs in the air, a knife poised to strike. You feel the weight of his gaze, sharp and probing, cutting through the layers of your new form. The courage you'd tried to summon evaporates, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

“Hi Morpheus,” you manage to croak out, your voice a mere whisper carried on the wind. For a moment, disbelief flickers in his eyes, quickly replaced by an intense sorrow. He takes a step closer, and you see the pain etched into every line of his face. He’s never looked so pathetic.

"Y/N?" His voice trembles slightly, an emotion you've rarely heard from him.

"Yeah,” you confirm, your heart aching at the sight of his anguish. "I'm sorry."

He reaches out a hand as if to touch you but stops midway, uncertain. His fingers hover in the air, trembling with restraint.

"How—" he begins but chokes on the word, unable to finish the question.

You flap your wings awkwardly, feeling more exposed than ever. "I had an episode. I fell into a coma and... I guess I died while I was asleep.” Your words come out stilted, each one a fresh wound reopening. “It’s a little muddled.”

Morpheus' eyes close briefly as if trying to absorb the magnitude of your revelation. When he opens them again, they're filled with an unbearable sorrow. "I failed you," he whispers.

"No," you interject quickly. "It wasn't your fault."

He shakes his head, his expression darkening. "I should have protected you."

You want to reach out and comfort him, but your new form makes it impossible. Instead, you let out a mournful caw, hoping it conveys some semblance of your feelings.

"Being here isn't so bad," you say softly, trying to lift some of the weight from his shoulders. "I still get to be in the Dreaming."

You see the determination harden in Morpheus' eyes. It's a look you've seen before—a resolve that bends worlds to his will. A chill runs through your little bird body as he steps closer, his fingers reaching out again. What is he going to do…

"Y/N," he says softly, voice imbued with a power that sends ripples through the Dreaming. "I will change your form. I will restore you to a semblance of what you once were."

Panic surges within you. "No, Morpheus, you can't just do that on a whim!" you protest, your voice cracking with urgency. "This isn't something you can fix with a snap of your fingers."

He halts, his gaze piercing into yours. "Why not? You deserve more than this... prison of feathers and beak."

"It's not about what I deserve," you argue, wings flapping in agitation. "It's about accepting what's happened and finding a way to move forward."

Morpheus' jaw tightens. "I cannot accept this. I cannot lose you in this way." His words are laced with desperation, an emotion so raw it cuts through the air like a knife.

"But changing my form won't change the reality," you insist, trying to make him understand. "I'll still be dead in the Waking World. I'll still be... different. You can’t changing reality just because you don’t like it!”

His eyes soften, but the resolve remains. "You have always been different," he speak. "That is why I cannot bear to lose you."

Before you can protest further, his hand reaches out and touches your feathers. A warmth spreads from where he touches you, enveloping your entire being. You feel a strange sensation, like you're being pulled apart and stitched back together all at once.

"No!" You try to pull away, but his grip is firm. The world blurs around you, colors blending and shifting until you're no longer sure where you end and the Dreaming begins. The sensation intensifies, and for a moment, everything goes dark.

When the world comes back into focus, you're no longer perched on the branch but standing on solid ground. You look down at yourself and see hands—human hands—where feathers used to be. You stagger back, disoriented by the sudden change. Your heart races as you take in your new form—a reflection of your old self but tinged with a dreamlike glow.

"Morpheus," you breathe out, both breathless and horrified.

He stands before you, eyes filled with a mixture of triumph and trepidation. "You see?" he whispers softly. "You are still here, with me.”

Tears well up in your eyes as conflicting emotions flood through you—relief at feeling somewhat human again but also an overwhelming sense of loss for what was taken from you without consent. Being a bird wasn’t all bad.

"I really want to slap you," You grouse at him. He doesn't blink at your words, reveling in the sight you once again in his realm.

"If that is what you wish, you may do so without fear of repercussion," the Endless has the balls to inform you, presenting his cheek. You want to grind your teeth together in exasperation, but you can't seem to stay mad at him. A sigh escapes your lips.

“That was a very stupid thing to do,” you mutter weakly, but the conviction in your voice wavers as he reaches out and gently cups your face.

“Perhaps not,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “But I could not bear to see you suffer and I do not wish to exist without you by my side..”

The warmth of his touch makes you quiver and tremble in place, and for a moment, all the anger and confusion melts away. You’re left with a raw, aching need—a need to feel connected to him again.

"I'm still angry at you," You inform him, lifting your chin. Your face betrays your words and he can see it. A moment goes by with you staring into his eyes, wondering what would happen now, then his hand pulls your lips to his and he kisses you. Right on the mouth. In front of Fiddler's Green. You forget to care and kiss back.

Responding instinctively, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. The kiss deepens, growing more urgent as the world around you fades away. In this moment, there is only Morpheus—his warmth, his intensity, his love.

When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily. His forehead rests against yours as he gazes into your eyes. The stars in his eyes are blazing with vibrant elation.

“I missed you,” he admits softly, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Tears well up in your eyes at his words and your shoulders slump in final resignation. “I missed you too,” you confess, the raw honesty of the moment breaking down any remaining walls you have tried to hold up.

Date Published: 9/4/24

Last Edit: 9/4/24

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[milliesfishes]

hii ik you did billy celebrating reader’s birthday but could you do the reverse with billy’s birthday? like maybe reader gifts him a new hat and he flaunts it around like “my baby got me this hat :)”

⋆౨ৎbilly's birthday⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

As patches of sunbeam dotted the sheets, the plain and beautiful sight of Billy's sleeping form draped with the covers met your eyes. Careful not to step on the floorboards with a tendency to creak, you made your way onto the bed, crawling atop him so your knees bracketed his hips. Stretching your body across his, your arms folded to brace yourself as you pressed a single kiss to his nose, accompanied by one to each cheek.

It didn't take long for him to draw that signaling sharp breath, eyelids sleepily lifting. Lazily, like a cat padding through a wheat field, a smile overtook him as he saw you sitting on top of him. "Baby."

"Happy birthday, my love," you whispered, leaning in to give him a soft kiss good morning. He held your lips locked with his for a moment, relishing the feel of it.

Parting, he smoothed a strand of hair hanging like the branch of a willow tree behind your ear. "Is it my birthday?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten," you mock-gasped, settling atop him so your chests were pressed together. His palm was set atop your back, warmer than the sunlight on the sheets as it held you there.

"What, with my girl so excited? Never." Billy slung both his arms around your waist, rolling you over so he hovered atop you like a butterfly to a flower, wanting the sweet nectar within. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling softly. "You smell like sugar. 'n butter."

"I made us breakfast," you responded, playing with the lilted curls at the nape of his neck. "Pancakes."

"Oh, baby you spoil me, y'know that?" Billy pressed a smattering of kisses to your cheeks, his lips freckling your skin. "I'd be happy just kissin' you for breakfast."

Squealing lightly, you let him get his fill of you before he decided he was finished for now, pulling you up with him to follow the scent of baked goods into the kitchen. He kept his arms around your waist, nose dug into your neck as you prepared the food you'd risen early to set up.

Plating two servings of pancakes, you handed one to Billy, instructing him to sit at the table. Obediently, with a little grin, he began to fork your pancakes into his mouth, sighing and closing his eyes at the taste. If there was ever a way to make Billy melt, it was your pancakes.

You completed your own quickly, heels bouncing eagerly as you waited for him. The next thing was in the back of your mind, filling you with the bubbles of excitement.

Practically as soon as the last bite was in his mouth, you took his plate, stacking it on yours with a clatter and turning back. "Close your eyes."

Seeming nearly amused, Billy did, leaning back leisurely in his chair. His fingers resting at his knees tapped a steady rhythm as he contently awaited whatever you had in store.

Setting something in front of him on the table, you took in the picture of it before delightfully exclaiming, "Open!"

Lids revealing his sky-blue irises once more, they widened when he saw what was in front of him. A hat nearly identical to his old one, except in much better condition. You'd eyed the fraying brim and crushed top for weeks before going out and finding a new one, knowing Billy wasn't one to get anything for himself unless the old something was torn to shreds.

A smile like sunrise split his face as he examined it, bright eyes lifting to yours with the merriest of expressions. "Awh, baby, this is great, thank you!" He was standing before you knew it, lifting you off your feet and spinning in a dazzling show of affection you were excited by.

"You needed a new one bad," you giggled, kissing his cheek. The tender love in his eyes was enough to make you slide from his arms and melt into a pool of utter happiness. Billy wasn't one used to receiving things, unless it was an arrest warrant or a punch to the nose. Knowledgeable of this, you gave him every part of you, showing him that not every favor needed to be returned.

Billy was a man who thought good things applied to everyone but himself. He lavished you with all he had, unsure it was enough but giving it all anyways. You were in the eternal springtime phase of love; where doors and keys were eradicated, and everything was laid bare in the wilderness of your combined being. He thought he was red wine staining your white linen, but you brought him down and assured him you liked the crimson color anyways.

He thought he was a bad omen, but he blanketed you in four leaf clovers. You were lucky to have a love so boundless that stretched both wide and deep. In knowing so, you resolved to remind him how happy you were that he was alive on this, the day of his birth.

At Billy's insistence, you took an evening ride into town, and he donned his new hat in place of the old. He looked smart, and it was evident he felt it too. Dismounting the horse, you excused yourself a moment, wandering over to observe the stands of fruit from the day.

Handing over the coins for a bushel of peaches, you began to lug them back over, stopping short when you saw Billy chatting with a friend.

"Your last one was fallin' apart Billy, glad you got a new one," the man laughed, gesturing to the hat.

"Like it? My girl got it for me," Billy grinned, lifting his chin proudly. A burst of warmth lit in you like a bonfire, one that was sure to warm you for weeks to come.

When you made your way completely back to him, he took the bag of peaches from you as you leaned up and pressed a special, secret kiss to his mouth. Smiling in surprise, he secured an arm around you before bringing his mouth to yours again.

"Happy birthday, my love," you cooed, hand on one of his suspenders.

"Thank you, baby," Billy muttered, and you ducked under the brim of his new hat to kiss him once more as the sky dotted with stars just like the ones in your eyes.

[dasiesanddarkness]

Wesper winter day one!!!!!

Theme: first meetings

Prompt: childhood

Summary: “Hey!” Wylan looked up, his eyes wide. There was a dark skinned boy standing not far away. His fingers were tapping against each other at his sides, and he bounced on his feet. Wylan wanted to hold his hands and help him stay still. “What are you doing?"

no tw, all general audiences!

full thing below the cut!

Wylan was not supposed to be outside of his hotel room.

His father’s meeting had started early, so he’d been left in the room with his nanny. When he woke up, she was in the main room, talking to one of the maids about the breakfast the hotel served, and whether it would be up to his father’s standards or not. Wylan hadn’t really cared about breakfast. He’d woken up with an itch under his skin that told him to get out of the room, out of the building, out of the sight of the nanny and maids.

Now he was outside. The sky above him was deep, deep blue and wide- so much wider than anything in Ketterdam. There was a path to the town, but Wylan decided there were too many people. He didn’t wanna be around people right now.

So instead, he set off towards the bright orange fields. He wanted to get a closer look at the flowers- he didn’t get to see the whole blossoms back home, just what was picked out to chew on. But they looked pretty. They were so bright. He wanted to draw them. Maybe, if he found a heavy book once he got home, he could save the flowers for his Mama. She liked flowers like these, and she would look so pretty with some pinned in her hair.

Wylan picked a blossom from its stem and sat down to study it. The petals were papery thin, but so densely packed that you couldn’t tell at first. And they were even prettier up close than they were from afar. His nanny had seemed stressed, and so had the maids. Maybe if he brought them back some flowers, they’d smile and ruffle his hair or rub his shoulder, and tell him what a sweet boy he was. Maybe it would make them feel better.

He started searching through the flowers and picking out the best ones. As he did, petals stuck to his sleeves and hair, but he hardly noticed. He was focused on the flowers, on counting out how many he needed, and he was almost done, just two more-

“Hey!” Wylan looked up, his eyes wide. There was a dark skinned boy standing not far away. His fingers were tapping against each other at his sides, and he bounced on his feet. Wylan wanted to hold his hands and help him stay still. “What are you doing?”

Wylan looked down at his hands, full of flowers. Wasn’t it obvious? “I’m- picking flowers. For the maids.”

The boy squinted his eyes at him. “You have a maid? And why haven’t I seen you before?”

“I don’t live here,” Wylan said. He had no idea who this boy was. A local? His father had told him not to talk to locals. They could be dangerous, and want to harm him.

“Are you one of those fancy, uh… what’s the word? wafanyabiashara? That my da said would be coming?” the boy cocked his head. “You look too young to be one.”

“I’m not-”

“What’s your name, anyhow?” he interrupted.

“My name is Wylan.” This whole interaction was confusing. Why didn’t this boy know his name? Everyone else always seemed to.

“I’m Jesper.” Jesper stuck out his hand to shake, and Wylan accepted. He had manners, at least. “Your eyes are the same color as the sky.”

Wylan blinked. He looked up at the sky, then down at himself. What an odd thing to say. “Thank you?”

Jesper grinned. “Of course!” There was some rustling now far away, and he froze. Then someone called out in a language Wylan didn’t recognize, and he sighed. “I have to go. Da still needs help harvesting.” He looked down, and Wylan followed his gaze. He was staring at the flowers, now laying on the ground, stark against the dark brown dirt.

“I’m sorry.” Wylan said. He didn’t know the customs of this new place. Was it rude to pick flowers? There were so many of them, surely they could spare a few.

“Nah,” said Jesper. “It’s no big deal Da won't mind. He’ll just be happy someone liked them enough to pick them. But… maybe don’t pick any more.”

“I won’t,” Wylan promised. He bent down to gather his little bouquet in his arms, and then straightened. Jesper was staring at him. Wylan supposed he should leave. “Uh, bye, then.”

“Goodbye, Wylan. I hope your maids like the flowers.”

Wylan smiled. He did too. Then, Jesper turned and took off in the other direction. He ran so fast. Wylan could definitely not run that fast.

He set off back the way he came from, arms full of flowers, with his mind replaying the strange interaction as he walked.

Some info: I can only assume that Colm knew at least some Kerch, since he most likely worked with merchers as a farmer, and Kerch is probably the language of trade. But considering he's meant to be about nine in this, he wouldn't be entirely fluent, especially in unfamiliar words, which is why he says the one word in Zemeni instead.

Fun fact: the "Zemeni" is actually Swahili, because I looked it up, and Kit Young's mother is Ugandan (I believe) and Swahili is the most spoken language in Uganda.

@wesper-winter

[momijimanjuu]

wish その願い

academy's undercover professor

ludger x reader

where you drag ludger out for a moment of relaxation

“… Why am I here?” 

Ludger glanced around, finding himself in a grass field. He turned to you.

“Oh come on. You have been doing nothing but work for the entire day. I am doing you a favour by getting you some fresh air!”

“I believe a favour is something one does to help the other.”

“Correct. And I am helping you!” You laughed.

‘In what way?’ Ludger wondered. He was drawing up his next lesson plans in his office when you suddenly barged in and dragged him away by his sleeve, muttering something about ‘doing too much work’. He shook his head at that recollection, and silently prayed that Sedina, the unfortunate witness, did not interpret this as a kidnapping of her superior by a fellow professor.

‘Too much work?’ Ludger himself had never thought of it this way. He was used to such a life, even before Ceoren, even before coming to this world. Back then, he had spent all his time studying. 

‘Back then, I wanted so much to escape from mother’s religious teachings…’ 

So much that he never really had a chance to- 

“Slow down and take a breath. Even if it is just for today!” Your voice chimed in his ears. 

“…!!”

Ludger’s eyes widened slightly, as he slowly turned to face you. There you were, your figure illuminated by the warm glow of the setting sun. At that moment, your hair fluttered gently against the breeze. 

That same gust of wind reached Ludger, who slightly raised his arm against it.

It was such a simple sight, even more so for someone who had travelled around this world for the past 20 years. Yet such a simple sight somehow stirred his emotions. He could only stand dumbfounded, remaining still as you made your way towards him. 

“Ta da!” You shoved a bundle of something into his face. 

Ludger blinked at the bundle of blue flowers you had gathered in front of him, its sweet scent drifted in the air. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a tug on his sleeve.

“Come! Sit down!” You instructed. Ludger complied.

‘She’s just like Teacher…’ Ludger mused internally, recalling all those times when he had to do Grander’s bidding. 

Another tug that was now felt on his hair prodded him back to reality. Instinctively, he tried to turn around. 

“Don’t move! Or it won’t look nice.” Your voice came from behind. 

‘What won’t look nice?’ He pondered. But his question was quickly answered as he felt his hair being weaved into a braid. 

As you braided his hair, you can’t help but notice how silky and smooth it was. “Hey. What exactly did you do to make your hair like this?”, you questioned. 

“I did not do anything.” Came the reply. 

“Tch. God is unfair”

‘… She is’ Ludger can’t help but agree wryly.

“Done!” You gently let go of Ludger’s hair, and stood up for a better look at your masterpiece. 

Surrounded by tiny blue flowers, sat the man known as Ludger Cherish. His raven hair that was usually pulled back was now in a French braid, decorated with the same flowers that surrounded him. As the man turned around, your can’t help but gape at how the light reflected off his sapphire orbs. Against the setting sun, it almost seemed to glow red. A red flower in the middle of a flower field. 

“You are like a giant flower!” 

“Please don’t give me weird names.” 

“Pfft” You chuckled. You spread out your arms and let yourself fall onto the ground. With a soft thud, your landing sent some tiny petals into the air. As you inhaled the scent of the soil, you gazed at the sky. 

“Look, the moon is coming up” 

“I can see that” 

“You must lie down to see it properly” 

“There is no need. I can strengthen my eyes with-“

“That beats the fun! Come lie down!” 

Ludger glanced at you, wondering if you were serious. But when he saw those clear eyes of yours, he sighed. 

“… Just this once”. He mumbled as he stiffly uncrossed his legs and lowered his back to the ground. You stifled your laughter, having never seen a more reluctant act.

‘Oi’ 

Ludger shot you a look.

“What’s so-”

“Look, a shooting star!”

Your exclamation drew Ludger’s attention to the night sky.

As he looked up, a silvery streak shot through the sky, illuminating the path it travelled. 

‘…’

The vast darkness that he had been expecting with was now a deep blue, draped by a blanket of stars. It was as if someone had spilled a jar of jewels. Ludger blinked at the sight, trying to take in everything. At the same time, that one nursery song from his previous life played in his mind.

‘They really are like diamonds’

“What did you wish for?” You turned to face him. 

“Wish…” he returned a blank stare. 

You noticed how he had just recovered from being literally starstruck, and chuckled. 

“Then I shall go first! My wish was… ” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, before opening them.

‘Once this is all over’ 

“May the world be a place where you can smile at in the end”

As the words left your lips, Ludger froze slightly. 

‘This world…’ 

‘Is it even possible? Will I-‘ 

His thoughts were interrupted by you, who placed your palm in front of him. In the centre of your palm was a glowing four leaf clover, it emitted a silvery light, reminiscent of the stars. Unconsciously, Ludger reached out to it. As his fingers made contact with the clover, it burst into a trail of light, scattering into the air. 

“It will certainly be the case!” You spoke confidently. “Especially so with my good luck spell!”

Your words were met with a sharp intake of breath. Then.

“Pfft” A chuckle, followed by a soft, genuine laughter.

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. There was the man known as Ludger Cherish, now with a gentle expression, a soft smile gracing his features. 

“Thank you.”

‘May that be the case’

Extras-

The next day on Akashic Terminal:

“Yesterday night I saw Professor Ludger walking around with a flower braid!” 

"I saw it too! He looked, quite cute?"

"Ehh? Is it true?"

"Impossible"

“… Did you guys study too much?” 

“You guys must have hit your head too hard”

“The academy's counselling hotline is right here...”

"But I saw it!!"

Meanwhile, in your class:

The students glanced down at their lecture handouts.

'Are those... petals on our worksheet?'

nice to meet you! this is my first time here~ i've recently been reading the academy's undercover professor and i really liked the story so far! somehow I had the inspiration to write this one! its my first time writing such things, so i hope it was alright! ><

feel free to ask me anything or send any prompts! maybe i can write them!

-momiji 🍁

[msbutterfly5294]

30 Day Writing Challenge - With Ms. Butterfly 🦋

🌸🔥🦋

Day One : Describe My Personality

🦋 Truthfully , my personality centers on emotion . I am a very animated and emotional human . So , if I’m feeling happy , there will be laughter ; if there is feelings of sadness , there will be many tears . Whatever my emotions present will become my personality , more or less. . . But , if I had to look outside of myself to view my personality , I am : Thoughtful , Impulsive , Caring , Agreeable , Aggressive , Creative , Passionate , Open , Delicate / Sensitive , Imaginative , Dramatic , Pessimistic and - or Optimistic , Stubborn , and Moody .

< NOTE : I Missed A Day So Day Two And Three Will Be Added In One Session >

Day Two : Things That Make Me Happy

🦋 Butterflies , Rain , Gloomy / Dark Weather , My Darling Love , My Reasons , Fandoms , Lore , Storytelling , Story / Character / World Development , Psychology , Sociology , Spirituality , Tarot Cards , Writing / Journaling , Drawing / Art , The Science Of Cannabis And Various Substances , Comedy , Purple & Silver , My Darling Love's Giant Red Hoodie , Hugs From Specific People , Emotion Wheel Chart , Music ( Hollywood Undead , The Used , Falling In Reverse , Avenged Sevenfold , Sueco The Child , NateWantsToBattle , EDM , Dubstep , Rock , Heavy Metal , Emo Rap , etc. . . ) , Minecraft , Kidcore , Culture ( My Own + Others ) , Flowers And Plants , Universe / Galaxy / Space / Stars / Supernovas , Notes And Art From People ( I Keep Them All , Even From Potential Friends ) , Daz Games , Markiplier , Boze vs THE WORLD , MatPat , Pastel Colors , Age Regression , Being Included , Nature / Hiking , Stargazing , Dancing , Emotional Vulnerability , Patience , Gentle But Assertive Honesty , Being Checked Up On , And Many , Many , Many More. . .

Day Three : A Memory

🦋 < APPROXIMATELY SIX YEARS AGO >

The air was fresh and crisp , a subtle breeze zipping past every now and again . It was a perfect day .

I and my best friend , My Darling , were walking away from the school . The school hours have passed and now it was time to head home . He didn’t want me walking home alone because some bullies of mine lurked every now and again when I headed home , so he joined me on a short walk . He needed to head home soon though , so he said he would walk me as far as he could .

The whole world seemed to be vibrant in color and light . The walk was full of bounce in our steps , laughter , and giggles lifted the air . West of the school was an open field with a small park to the south , and the grass was a bright neon green that shimmered with light dew on them . The mountains in the distance stood tall and protected the land , they too were as playful as our hearts , even if standing still . 

We were both walking on the soft , wet grass , when he pulled me into an unexpected hug and dragged me down to the ground . We landed with a soft thump , my heart sang and echoed through my voice pipes , coming out as laughter . My Darling and I stared at the sky , still in a tight embrace , when he asked , “ What are we ? ”

“ Greedy humans . ” I responded , thinking that he was referring to society as a whole . But he had something different in mind. . .

“ No. . . Like , us . What are we ? ”

“ Oh. . . ” My cheeks flushed and my jaw tightened . I liked My Darling more than a friend , but I didn’t know if he felt the same way . I kept my mouth shut and said , “ Bestest friends , of course ! ”

He then sat up , pulling me up with him . His hands were big and soft , and feeling them , touching him , sent a shock of adrenaline and giddiness through my whole body . I wanted to hold on to him and never let go . He sheepishly smiled and said , “ Would you like to be boyfriend - girlfriend ? ”

My eyes widened , my heart started beating faster , and the rush pushed through my veins and I basically bounced up and down . “ Yes ! Of course , I would ! ”

His sky blue eyes illuminated the world around us , his smile grew , almost like there was love on the tips of his lips . He grabbed my hands , caressing them gently before putting them down on his knees as he laid his head against my heart , and listened to the pulse sing with uplifting melodious tunes .

I ran my hands through My Darling's golden hair , feeling his scalp as I lightly scratched and massaged it . There was no one in this world but him and me . Even though the sky was kindled with light and a few white fluffy clouds , I could see the moon and stars . Everything was twinkling and fulfilling .

This is the perfect day. . .

The perfect day to fall in love .

And this was my first time falling in love .

Day Four : Places I Want To Visit

🦋 China , Lake Powell ( Utah ) , and Las Vegas ( Nevada )

🦋 Truthfully , I don't want to visit many places .

[abyssalpriest]

What the Angels Know, 19/10/23

Understand the point 0 through which experience is translated. Understand the point at which the angels exit themselves. Understand the point at which they say they join with their God. I've seen it, watched my favourite angel roll in bed for minutes pouring colours into psychedelic oil-spill ripples, lightshows, from his crown of flowing tendrils.

A flash in my room like lightning, Heaven is brewing a storm.

But oh, to be like that. What is it? Reality dims - more lightning in my room - in fact reality becomes something like earthquake shockwaves or heartbeats, it becomes the brief flashes in-between pits of something else. Flash - hands slide to my waist; empty golden Everything; another flash, his head beside mine, tightening grip, hand slides under me; oh, the gold, gold like the fleece of a golden lamb, gold like nothing else visible to the naked eye. It is no longer the thing that comes in flashes,ino longer confined to divine inspiration but now it is divine overcoming, where reality becomes the blackness of passing under bridges on a train. Reality takes the form of an idea that is transient and momentary. Reality begs to come inside.

Zeus is peripheral, tangible. He is marble that is sanded to a silken texture on the fingertips of the worshiper, towering over all reality in solid glory. Lightning is not made to pierce but to slide between... Angels talk of God - they talk of so many things - but their purest chatter is when moans and gasps turn to pure experience, where they find themselves in the great white palms of the Heaven as he curls around them. They know God in ways we do not, He is one of their eyes, their curves, their wide-eyed hypnotic smile meaningless to the ways their bodies speak but so meaningful to ours, they know Him as Heaven, Heaven, Heaven -

(I dreamt a giant birdcage around me in endless black when we fucked on our mutual vision quest the other night. I hung from the wooden bar at the too; from outside the cage I heard the God-scrying phrase I hadn't heard in years: "Holy, holy, holy".)

Zeus - oh. When angels cum, the Heavens part for them and then collapse. Tidal wave genesis. They see their Most Holy as one of them. Lev's voice now that I stop to recollect was a murmur of suggestion and more instrumental, hypnagogic dream-chatter, telling me to trust. I'm safe, pick a direction. He meant that in the way of soothing my autistic overload like pulling the reins of a scared horse to a complete stop, a solid, definitive pause to understand its surroundings before letting it continue; he meant for me to pick an energy, a fantasy, instead of attempting to reconcile all my want to submit to his lordship and all my visceral need to bite his neck until I made him part of me, but oh, I picked a direction alright. Up.

Marble gates of Heaven? Yes, don't they speak of Zeus' thighs in mystical ways, source of life, cryptic doublespeak. My favourite angel, oh, he heard me push open the filigree creaking gold and watched. Witness to my first experience of an ancient anatomy, a flow of water-electricity both divine and wretched in its abundance, a birthright buried by the temptation of the sweet desert's hips. Ancient: God's first creations, slippery sky-blue eels, were bursting at the seams echoing his orgasm that spurred the outwards spin of reality from him, an act that would take timeless time to have his writhing body calm to a point where it remembered its own names... They know what words spoke them into existence and they whisper it to you when they want you to understand how to create.

The gates of Heaven - no, I'm not literally there. I can't go back. It's a sweet recollection. I remember Him, the Father of all Sky Fathers, the fields pregnant and intoxicated on the perfume of endless flowers that draw visible lines on the sky, like dancing snakes of experiential pollen. Lev came to check on me, a singular form brief like a lightning strike through the bliss of remembering a time when we were young, and so thoroughly leg-tangled with the Heavens Himself. Before we knew the lightning, we knew the source. Before lightning: The absolute, ravaging need to connect so tangible it was chewable with heavy draconic teeth and -

Scripture tells tales of the beginning, only we knew the end.

[thistlethimble]

location: district 8 date: the reaping

I grieve to sew up my heart's delight. heigh ho says thimble.

district 8 was packed to the brim with each inhabitant of the textile focused urban infrastructure. as usual, the stage was set up in the main square of town just in front of the government buildings. while surrounding that and reaching well into the sky were the nicer factories. the wealthy and well-statused families were grouped and seated nearer the stage. the less fortunate had a much longer walk, and those of little cove could barely even see the large bowls of names from where they sat on the very outskirts.

thimble still felt uneasy. it was the first year that reaper blue, her older brother, had aged out of the process, thankfully, so she sat on their bench alone. well, not alone alone; there were all the other lucky lottery participants, but it felt absolutely isolated.

the night before, thimble accidentally pricked herself on a needle while sewing her reaping dress. the blood quickly welled up on the tip of her finger and stained the white linen fabric. that felt like a bad sign. reaper noticed too. he and clementine rose, their eldest sister, always spent the night before the reaping in the same room. soft carpets were rolled out in padded stacks across their grandmother's floor and pillows were littered in the corner. one messy stack of blankets contrasted sharply against the ones perfectly folded next to them.

clem was already tucked beneath those folded blankets and attempting to get some rest, but reaper noticed and frowned. thimble hadn't done that in years. he hopped up to get her a bandage and suggest that maybe she wear one of her dresses that were already done. there was no chance of that happening. thimble loathed to repeat a style, especially not on a day like this.

"I'll make it work. it is still fixable!"

he crossed the room and sank down next to her to tend to the minor wound. it seemed like there was a lot that he wanted to say, but for maybe the first time, could not find the words. he opened his mouth, but thimble interrupted him. "sing the song for me." she suggested instead. reaper obliged. he began to sing a ballad about falling stars while she stitched a big, red rose blooming from the stain on the corset of her gown. he sang until thimble herself tumbled into the mess of blankets all tuckered out, and the morning it appeared he had the words.

"thim." his voice had always been a pleasant tenor and warmth as winter breakfast. "listen. just save the one in a million for your dresses, right? I love you." he pressed a kiss onto her forehead. clementine brushed her hair out and arranged it with a flower before they went down the two levels to meet their parents and walk together towards the reaping. thankfully, their grandma was elderly enough now that she was no longer forced to witness this sort of sight.

it took forever for them to bumble through the first drawing. yet, the second happened so terribly suddenly.

the mic feedback whistled. 'THIMBLE VIRIDIAN RENALDI' oh. her brother cried out before thimble even realized what was happening. she looked over her shoulder to catch reaper doubled over and clem allowing silent tears to slide down her cheeks. thimble stood up. thousands of faces turned to look at her now, but every sound disappeared behind blood rushing in her ears. if thimble looked at her family again, she would weep. she couldn't cry now. the game had already begun. thimble tried to swallow which was entirely useless as her mouth was dry.

in a few steps, thimble made it out of the benched seating to the runway that lead up to the stage. it was a long walk. good. that would give her some time to calm down and think. no one was going to volunteer for her so how did she survive this? could she? could thimble win? yes. they could. it wouldn't be easy. there was no way the playing field would be even, but had it ever been? didn't she already play those odds? hell, it may not be worth it, but shouldn't she try?

as her pace remained steady, people began to whisper through the crowd. the cameras panned and pulled to see her full gown. style was always a statement. thimble, by happenstance or fate, was making a loud one. her dress made it appear as though blood were already pooling at her rib cage; stabbed in the gut as she had been by her name being called. it was appropriate. it told a story. a story that could help her. thimble took the stage, found the camera, and offered a knowingly empathetic smile.

this could work.

it had to.

[imhereforscm]

Hi i saw you're Tauxolouve x reader smut. It is fantastic 👏 💗

Can you write a second part? Like Tauxolouve and reader dating, and other cute stuff. Pretty please 🙏 🥺

"Sweet inexperience" Part 2

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: Receiving requests gets me so motivated. You guys pulled me out of my writer's block. Thank you 😌💐

You wondered around the flinty roads of the Heavens, humming to yourself the melody that's been stuck in your head ever since last night. Your hands were joined behind your back and your head swayed gently as you let your thought wonder freely.

Tilting your head up at the sky, you smiled at the bright blue spreading above your head like a veil, the clouds reminding you of the painting you had caught Tauxolouve drawing a few days ago.

Your steps made a halt and you took a deep breath into the scent of the flowers blooming on the balconies of the houses and then wrapping themselves around the railings, decorating the alleys with multiple colors and scents.

Your vision blackened as a warm hand covered your eyes and you giggled. "I know it's you."

He chuckled and pulled his hand away. Turning around, Tauxolouve stood there, a gentlemanly smile on his lips and eyes narrowed in affection. "You got me."

"I know what your hand feels like better than anything else." You said, but your eyebrows rose, when you rethought your words in your head. "I meant..." You chewed on the inside of your cheek and fidgeted with your fingers. "I don't think I can save that now."

Tauxolouve poked the tip of your nose with his fingertip and kissed both of your rosy cheeks. "I was looking for you." Wrapping a hand around your waist, he pulled your body close to his and together you walked side by side around the flinty roads and between the houses packed with all kinds of flowers. "I was even desperate to see you."

You smiled down at your connected hands and then back up at him. "That... Makes me happy."

He remained staring at you for a few seconds, the silence making you confused, until you raised a brow at him. "What are you thinking?"

"Well, it's obviously about you." Tauxolouve said, before giving you a wink. "About a place I wanted to take you to."

Your lips parted in silent realization. "Is it the place you've been painting?"

He nodded, touched you remembered. "Precisely."

Your smile broadened into a big, bright grin. "You're going to take me there?!"

"I promised you, didn't I?"

You did a small hop, before you skipped down the village with Tauxolouve's hands still in yours, excitement swirling in your body and pulsing in your veins.

Tauxolouve laughed and hurried to catch up, but mostly ending up getting dragged by you. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you seem excited." He joked.

You suddenly stopped running and Tauxolouve came crashing into you, almost knocking you both down, but his reflexes worked faster and he caught you, holding you both up.

You broke into laughter. Laughter towards the two of you, who almost went tumbling down the street like little kids playing carefreely in a field, under the warm sun. "We looked so ridiculous right now." You managed to utter between giggles, your shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

Tauxolouve followed your lead, joining in your laughter and basking into the glory of your happiness. Looking at your bright expression, an idea crossed his mind and he didn't waste time proposing it. "How about I give my little lady a piggyback ride?"

"A... Piggyback ride...?" You echoed, a little confused at his sudden brainstorming. "Right... Right now?"

He nodded, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. "Right now." He spoke against your soft hair.

Feeling a little bashful, but still wanting to try it, you walked around him and he bent down a little for you to place your hands on his shoulders and hop on his back.

He caught you immediately, holding you by the back of your knees, over your dress. "Is my princess settled?" He asked, loving how you wrapped your hands around his neck and cuddled up to him like that, genuinely trusting him to carry you like this.

"Yep." You replied, grinning as he rose back to his full height and began walking. You smiled down at your shadows following you across the road, from the small village to the place Tauxolouve had been meaning to bring you to.

Once reaching your destination, he set you down and you marveled at the beauty, completely awestruck. "It's so pretty." You breathed out, amazed.

A lake rippled in the center, lavender flower petals swaying around its waters by the bellflowers surrounding the lake. Trees stood around them, their vines hanging from them, like willow trees, but also lavender, petals falling off every once in a while and landing softly onto the surface of the water. The rays of the sun slipped between the trees and fell upon the ground and lake in strings of warm light.

"Do you think I portrayed it well?" He asked, coming to stand behind you and pulling you close by your waist, into a back hug.

"Yes, I never doubted your talent." You said and he smiled at your compliment.

His hands reached for the ribbon around your nape, which held up your dress and tugged on it, getting it undone.

You gasped in surprise, moving to keep your chest covered at the last minute. "What are doing you?" You asked, looking down at the ground shyly.

"Come on, let's go in together." Tauxolouve motioned with his head to the lake and your body stiffened a little in embarrassment. "I can always help if you're too nervous to do it yourself, you know." He said, peering closer to your face, his thin eyes catching the sunlight in them as they stared deep into your own.

Seeing as your hands refused to move by themselves, you nodded your head slowly. "If... You want..."

Tauxolouve's lips curled into a smile and with gentle movements, he undressed you, leaving your dress as nothing but a pile on the ground, before doing the same with his own clothes. Taking your hand in his, he guided you to the waters of the lake, your breath hitching at the cool temperature at first.

"It's kind of cold." You commented as Tauxolouve took you in his arms and you immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, the warmth of his body balancing the temperature, until you adjusted.

Hugging each other tightly, you swayed around the lake, purple flower petals landing on your heads and you giggled, but didn't try to brush them off.

"About last night..." He said and you listened closely. "It is something I'll never forget."

You smiled softly and your fingertips traced shapes on his smooth, wet skin. "Me neither." Looking deep into his eyes, your faces naturally drew closer and you kissed underneath the raining flower petals. "I love you." You whispered against his lips, your cheeks warming up at how bold you were without even realizing it.

"I love you more."

"No," You giggled. "I love you more."

"I said, I love you even more." He retorted and you laughed together, as you kept going back and forth.

"Don't argue with me! I love you more!" You brought your hand down on the water and your smack sent water, splashing Tauxolouve in the face, wetting his flawlessly styled hair. You laughed as he simply pushed them out of his face, leaving them as a frame for his handsome face and you squealed in surprise, when his fingers found your sides, tickling you there gently, just enough to make you squirm in his arms.

After some time, the two of you crawled out onto the shore and relaxed on the short, fresh grass.

Tauxolouve rolled onto his side and smiled at you, as he caressed the side of your face, tucking some wet hair behind your ear and watching on lovingly as your chest rose and fell with your steady breaths. Snapping his fingers, a small daisy appeared in his hand and he put it in your hair, making you blush and bit on your lip with a cute smile across your face.

"Just like I said last night." He scooted closer and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "You really are the most beautiful woman." His lips went lower, so he could pepper your collarbones with kisses. "And you're all mine, just like I'm all yours."

[decemebercircus]

Sofia's Birthday request

Sorry this isn't that good--

Riddle Rosehearts

"Congratulations Are in Order~!" Riddle called to the students, drawing attention. Most were still trying to take their place at the table.

"Its my pleasure to host this tea party for you Sofia" Riddle smiled

Sofia beamed.

Trey poured a cup of tea "happy birthday Sofia". Following it hundreds of voices chorused "Happy birthday Sofia!"

"Thank you for the birthday party!" Sofia said.

Deuce Spade

"Don't give her a cauldron idiot!" Ace teased.

"Shut up!" Deuce snapped. I uh got you a gift. Deuce blushed as he handed Sofia a white box with a pale blue ribbon. In it was a bright orange helmet.

"My magic Wheel won't be here today but it will be shipped here tomorrow! I was thinking I'd give you a ride around the campus" Deuce smiled

Sofia grinned. "I'll really get to ride it?" Deuce you're a good friend!"

Kalim Al-Asim

A Whole New Sight

"Jamil's a really good cook! I asked him to make these for you!" Kalim smiled proudly.

It was a bag of cookies. Upon a second look the cookies had strawberry jam filling. A few had chocolate.

Sofia bit into one "Thank you Kalim!"

I'll take you on a Magic carpet ride if you want!" Kalim dashed off pulling Sofia behind him.

"Really?" Sofia asked.

In a minute they were soaring through the sky and Sofia was taking in the somewhat blurry sights of buildings people and flowers.

Flowers?

Yep Kalim showed her flowers lilies, orchids, petunias, daisies..

It was a flower garden the size of a football field!

"This place! it's beautiful!" Sofia gasped Kalim grinned.

Silver "Vanrouge"

Sofia woke Silver up. "Happy birthday Sofia" Silver's unique violet eyes shined. He still looked half asleep but he wished her a happy birthday.

Sofia handed him a flower crown. "I made one from the flower garden I visited with Kalim," Sofia smiled.

"Shouldn't I be giving you a gift?"

"Let me put the crown on you and I'll call it even!" Sofia said.

"Alright," Silver sat up and leaned forward slightly so Sofia vould put the crown on his head. After a few minutes a few sparrows and squirrels joined them and silver looked like he'd fall asleep again.

"Your animal friends are so cute"

"I think they're here for you today" Silver smiled.

Notes:

My own apologies. Congratulations on turning.... However old you are. I recall you said you didnt want to reveal your age.

These are all short because I don't know anything about you truthfully and I didnt really want to write things you didnt like.

Happy birthday and congrats on living so long in a world that is probably not the best.

I hope the stories were decent I did my best. I can't DM this since last I checked in still blocked but YOU asked for a birthday story. I'm aware I was a asshole last time I spoke to you and I'm sorry for that. In any case HAPPY BIRTHDAY! best wishes to your new age.

I was in a good mood so I wrote this bonus fic. It doesn't have a twst character but you also don't have to read it.

Bonus story

"Salutations and Happy birthday Sofia! A hooded figure exclaimed.

"I'm Lapis Lazuli! I'm terribly late and I'm almost out of time but I've prepared a special place for us to go" in her left hand she held a dark blue bag. In her right she held a Jones White Mystery AirHeads soda bottle. It was open and had been drunk out of but not yet half empty.

"First put this on! It's the Ceremonial Robes you wanted!"

Lapis herself had strawberry flavored ice cream and Sofia had chosen a orange popsicle.

******

"That reminds me Lapis?" Sofia asked.

"Yeah?" Lapis  looked up "how are we talking right now we've never met in person have we?

"That's a secret! It's part of a favor from someone very important to me!" Lapis said.

She looked sad by this but hid it with a graceful flourish to the sights below. It was nothing compared to the view from the carpet ride but it was still amazung to see various lamps and streetlights begin glowing as sunset became Twilight. And Twilight turn to the actual night.

Again Lapis had a semi sad look and she was frowning at her sand timer. It was nearly empty.

Sofia looked confused. "Are you leaving?"

"Uh huh! I've run out of time" Lapis said pointing to her sand timer. About half a teaspoon of grains were left. "I really hope you enjoyed your birthday Sofia. Next time I'll plan more festivities"

Lapis untied her hair ribbon and retied it on Sofia's head.

"Go back and enjoy your party Sofia

You'll see me again next year! I look forward to watching the best of sights with you!"

Lapis reached into her Ceremonial Robes pocket and pulled out a handful of sunflower petals. Without a word Lapis scattered them in the wind where Sofia looked to the sky full of shining stars.

Sofia looked back to where Lapis was standing and her smile faltered. Lapis wasn't there anymore. Silver was.

"Where'd lapis go?"

"Who?" He knit his eyebrows.

"The girl that was standing here," Sofia answered.

Silver had a odd smile on his face. "You been seeing more fairies? I didn't think they would pay any mind I'm surprised they wished you a happy birthday. Must be because you're so kind" he came to the edge of the balcony and admired the stars with Sofia.

[legacyofacat]

[6] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Chapter 6

Zeitwächter led them across a route which required them to sneak dangerously close to coasts and reefs.

It was a necessary move to avoid the Fog patrols from Japan who also, at least partially, patrolled Chinese waters and would no doubt only get tighter now that both Kongō and the Blue Fleet were enemies.

Nonetheless, the black vessels entered a hidden water entrance courtesy of a surprisingly deep river and continued along it until reaching a lake where they then stopped moving.

Kongō looked in awe at the area around them. 

Red maple trees towered above the water like fiery sentinels, their crowns seemingly a sea of wild, peaceful flames moving in the wind, turning the water itself red due to their reflections and sheltering the tons of beautiful flowers under them.

She didn’t know how Zeitwächter had found this place, but she could understand why she seemingly returned here at least once a year.

Said battleship now begrudgingly opened her eyes and rose to her feet, rubbing an eye and smiling down at Kongō, before petting the still-dozing dog and holding out a hand in invitation.

The blonde chose to amuse her and accepted the hand, giving a small smile of her own as she was carefully tugged to stand and then led down the ship, the red hexagonal platforms gleaming orange.

One could almost think that Zeitwächter had been made for this environment.

They stepped upon the ground and Zeitwächter led Kongō on through fields of flowers and swarms of butterflies until they reached a clearing where the maples did not obstruct the view anymore.

"Kon-chama", the Mental Model turned back towards the other, still holding her hand, "welcome to Churchgrim's and mine personal sanctuary."

"I thank you very much – you have a beautiful place for yourself."

"Ne?", Zeitwächter let her hand go, Kongō instantly missing its warmth, "it's a secret, so don't tell anyone, okay?"

"Of course", if noone else knew of this place yet, then she wouldn't be the one to betray the immense amount of trust this reveal meant, "I'm wondering though, do you really want to pluck those flowers?"

Zeitwächter was a sentimental one. She would feel sorry for misplaced stones, keep scrap that had been in her possession for a few minutes, pieces of unimportant paper with enough white areas to draw on… Kongō just couldn't imagine that she would take even one of her flowers.

As if reading her mind, Zeitwächter shook her head: "I always go around to pick out the nicest ones and then reproduce them", she let a little blue flower out of nanomaterial appear in her hand and handed it over to the blonde with a little bow, "I don't want to kill any flowers just to decorate something with their corpses."

Kongō twirled the forget-me-not between her fingers: "What flowers are we searching for?"

The other beamed: "Anything to decorate a grave with! I can send you an overview?"

"Do that. How many do you need?"

Zeitwächter threw her arms into the air, all-cheery persona back in business: "As many as you can find! If we have too many, I'll just make a crown for you!"

"Alright. Shall we meet here again at sundown?"

"Sure, I'll go that way", she pointed into a seemingly random direction and ran off as soon as she got the okay from the other.

Kongō gazed up at the sky, finding the sun with her eyes. It wouldn’t be long until it started setting.

--

Kongō was the first to reappear; by now she had Churchgrim, who found her at some point after his nap, at her side and talked to him about random nonsense.

Zeitwächter came limping out not much later, flowers and something catching and reflecting light already in her arms: "Dear~, Kon-chama~"

Churchgrim reacted instantly and bound over, rubbing himself happily against her.

"Hello you, hello!", she would've petted him, but for that she simply didn't have enough limps.

"What happened to your leg?", asked Kongō.

Her friend had finished hobbling over and looked as if she was in slight pain, putting most of her weight on the right side: "Knee, actually!"

That didn’t really make it better.

"It's always the left side", she shrugged, "that's my error."

This Mask's error was a damaged left side? Well, alright, then she wasn't just mad, she also carried Fatum's old errors over – the world must really love her.

"If you need a break-"

"Nah, it's fine", she sat down in the middle of the clearing heavily, "I'm accustomed to this."

That didn’t make it better either!

"I shall whine the entire time the pain lasts, though."

Kongō and Churchgrim sat down beside her, both definitely more elegant than the tall woman: "I know, you always used to whine more than necessary."

Zeitwächter nodded her head calmly, beginning to sort the flowers into groups: "My theory is, that over the top whining makes you concentrate on that and dulls the actual pain."

Which might actually be a sound theory, but it still made the blonde cock an eyebrow.

"Do you know how to make flower wreaths?"

"I don't", even if, she was too busy wondering about the ring of fine metallic material the other was messing with.

Zeitwächter looked up once she noticed the lingering gaze and blinked while holding the ring up: "Ah, there's a Hmong village in the area. I kinda befriended them and they give me silver every year."

"Just like that?" 

"I told them what I'm collecting flowers for and they were eager to help, sooo…"

Some random Hmong village knew what they were collecting flowers for and Kongō, who was in on this entire situation, didn't? Mood.

"Kon-chama, I only know how to make them with a base too", that was the ring, "but let me show you how to make flower wreaths, okay? See it as payment for future piano lessons."

"You will need to teach me very well to pay for all lessons at once", Kongō quipped.

The other made an offended sound and pressed closer to her: "You say that as if I’m not artistically talented."

Kongō, bless her poor fragile heart, made a meaningful face before she could reign in her features again.

"OI! I can draw!"

"I'm not doubting your drawing skills…"

Zeitwächter pouted and laid her head on the blonde’s shoulder, before giving a dirty smirk as an idea struck: "Well, Kon-chama", she breathed against her jaw, "I could teach you a lot of different things instead~"

Now, the Fog was an asexual (except whatever Hyūga and Takao had going on) species – that didn't mean that they didn't understand certain innuendos, but it more often than not led to giving absolutely zero fucks (pun not intended).

So, Kongō really tried to keep it together, but in the end she stared at her and waited until Zeitwächter's lips twitched and she started cackling first.

Fastly catching herself, the Mental Model resurfaced from the ground she had sunk to as if nothing had ever happened, clearing her throat and taking up duty: "Let's begin with a random flower."

Kongō was almost impressed by how little the purple haired woman seemed to care about her own joke.

"You need to take care when making knots and bending the stems so that they don’t break off."

She nodded, following along with the second ring. 

Zeitwächter finished with the first few flowers and looked over at Kongō's, noticing that she was already halfway finished.

Oh well, she thought, not surprising.

It was really easy and Kongō was a fast learner anyway.

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[hwajin]

spring + picnic date in a field on flowers + felix (but like it turns into more than just a innocent date 😳 ++ softdom!felix)

also a request from back in august bro LMAO but here ya go

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱 ; 𝐬𝐩���𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐧𝐢𝐜 ; 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 ; 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦

the only thing your ears could make out in the chilly noon were chirpings of birds, hiding in the trees and making their way through the air, painting tiny black dots onto the clouded blue sky. it was especially warm today, allowing you to wear a long spring dress that laid smooth against the skin of your thighs, and you took the freedom to take off your sandals before making yourself comfortable on the big picnic blanket felix and you have brought to the lake. the slightly moist grass tickled your toes, and the warm breeze felt refreshing against you. you dreamt of staying here forever.

yet a touch, which didn't seem quite to fit into the innocent ambience, disturbed you out of your calmness. your lover's hand was on your figure, his small fingertips dancing across the fabric of your dress - which he wasn't short on complimenting beforehand - and your eyes opened to lock with his own. you weren't slow on noticing his smug smile, some other would call it a smirk, and you chuckled at him, and the feeling of his wandering movements. the warm touch went from your tummy, where he originally placed his hand, towards your waist, all the way to your hips where they rested for a moment while squeezing at the softness, caressing your body. you closed your eyes again, smiling to yourself as you enjoyed the loving antics of your boyfriend, until his hand went farther south, and his breath, hot and close, touched your neck. your figure as of froze, the sudden tension - and in public - catching you more than off guard. though you weren't one to deny the heat that build up in your core either at felix's actions, and at just how much riskier his hands moved with every of his breaths. you did enjoy it, as much as you'd like to fight it.

"babe, we're in public.." your voice was hushed, breathy, as if scared it would break if it was louder. you felt felix's chuckle come out in puffy huffs against your jaw, only playing further into your needing state, into your want for him.

"is that a problem for you baby? i can stop if you want.", he only whispered, though the deep chords in his voice sent a vibration through you, with how close the boy was, and you nearly whined out at simply that. when you thought about it; was it really a problem for you? there weren't people around, even, the perks of having found a quiet, secluded place coming in handy as unexpected as you could imagine, and you took a grip of felix's arm when you felt him already detracting his finger from your form. it only took that, and a small headshake from you for another chuckle to leave his lips, deep and slightly raspy, until his touch finally moved the direction you needed, fingers connecting with your clit after a while of teasing touches here and there. you didn't dare to make a sound, bit down on your lips almost drawing blood, while the boy circled his way around your clothed heat, the dress too long to go beneath it. and it wasn't even slightly enough, the fabric frustratingly thick, and such a nuisance that you almost cried out. almost. instead your eyes squeezed shut, a plead leaving your lips for felix to do something, anything, against the layers of clothing, but the male seemed not to quite understand the struggle you were going through, his demeanor amused.

"oh you're begging for me now? just seconds ago you were worried about being in public, i guess that doesn't really matter anymore baby, am i right?"

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

A Good World For Once - Kíli Durin

pairing: Kíli Durin x gender neutral!reader

wordcount: 1.9k words

triggerwarnings: none

summary: Rivendell seems to have given Prince Kíli the motivation to finally ask a very important question.

You strolled through the gardens of Rivendell, content with yourself and the world. You were happy - just happy for once. Overjoyed, almost. You dragged your finger over the various beautiful flowers that shone in every colour imaginable, from sweet pink to a deep midnight blue, over the trunks of trees and leaves of bushes. There was a stream somewhere, you were sure, you heard it even now, but you had not yet found it. You were in no hurry, though. There was still a week left to Midsummer’s eve, which meant you would not continue your travels until then. A whole week filled with the beauty of this garden, an actual, comfortable bed, and food that was more than just meat and berries. 

You smiled. You’d done that so much more often, you had come to realise, since you had arrived here. You knew that the dwarves were not particularly fond of the elves, Thorin still looking over his shoulder twice these days, but you were quite a bit. Not because you had such a marvellous relationship with them, but because they provided you with a warm blanket, beautiful dresses that soared through the air around you when you spun, and dances to wear them to that weren’t the dwarves swaying drunk around the campfire. 

You had rarely seen such luxury. Never mind living it. And oh, you could very well imagine staying forever. 

You loved the company. You did, really. But there was a beauty about this place you couldn’t seem to quite understand - a trance, perhaps, it had put you in the second you had set foot in it. And all you wanted to do was stay. 

Before meeting the princes, before the quest, before your life had taken such a turn, you had lived fairly simple. Your parents owned a farm, so from early childhood on, you had helped with horses, fields and got less education than others but more experience. You’d never missed anything, really, but now that you wandered through such glorious halls, such breathtaking gardens... There certainly had been a beauty about the farm, too. But a very different kind of one. And you found you preferred this to it. 

The splash of the stream grew as you came closer, and when you finally turned on a path to the left, you saw it, right there. A willow grew near, its arms reaching so far down they almost touched the water. Butterflies sat on its leaves, flew around and landed on water lilies that floated on the little river. They were of all colours - the light blue of the sky, red like blood, even black sprinkled with violet. 

You slipped off the shoes you had been given this morning and walked over the grass to sit and lower your feet into the water. It was cold, but rather a fresh coolness than an icy cold that made one draw their feet back. It caressed your skin, purling quietly. You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing the afternoon sun to warm your features. It was the middle of June - wonderful weather, days so long night became a different sensation every time darkness fell. The sun rose so early and the birds with it, and setting late enough to sit outside with a book and a drink for longer than seemingly possible. 

“I figured I would find you here”, Kíli greeted as he approached you from behind. You hummed in acknowledgement of his presence, but did not allow it to disturb you, never mind taking away the feeling of peace and joy that spread in your chest. Not that he ever did, no. And it wasn’t him that you feared would take you from that harmony you had come to cherish, but rather the news he brought. 

He stepped closer silently, and sat down in the grass next to you. You heard him take off his shoes, and rather than hear him dip his feet into the stream as well, you felt that. You felt the water around your legs searching for a way around his now, too, and how it flowed peacefully again once he’d settled. You laughed quietly. 

“Is the water turning brown already?”, you mocked slightly as you cracked open an eye and looked at him. “Because that would be a shame, I liked this place.”

Kíli chuckled and nudged your side with an elbow, just strong enough to make you sway a bit. You laughed actually this time and threw your head back, sighing deeply, knowing that no matter how beautiful the moment, it would be over now. You knew the prince. The way he looked, his shoulders tensed just the slightest, his smile vanishing rather quickly - something was up with him, and it irked you. 

You pulled up your feet, and turned around to put them on Kíli’s thighs, giggling quietly as his lips parted and he met your eyes, eyebrows raised and disgust written on his face. 

“Alright”, you said, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes and gently pushing his shoulder. “Spit it out, boy, what’s got you all stressed?”

He tensed even more, and looked away from you quickly, focusing instead on the small waves the water conjured, silently bubbling in the background. You raised your eyebrows, and the knot in your chest tightened. He must be carrying really bad news with him, if he was this nervous to tell. 

Some may not even have noticed the little changes in his behaviour - but you did. You’d spent a long time with the young dwarf, and you had always been good at picking up details. You knew him in and out. Probably better than you knew yourself, if you were being honest. He had all those little quirks and tells that allowed you insight almost nobody else got. Which, you had to admit, also came from him opening up to you. But when he closed himself off, when he shut the book you usually read to understand him, even then you had far better understanding of him than everyone else. Except for his brother, maybe. 

“Kíli”, you said, your tone growing dangerously. You loved him, you did, but you had no patience at all, and you already worked a great deal on it for him. “If you don’t tell me I’ll go and find it out myself.”

This seemed to push some button, because before you could do as much as move he muscle, he’d whipped around and grabbed your hand. “No”, he interrupted at once. “Don’t.” 

You raised an eyebrow and watched him struggle for words. He never did. Kíli Durin struggling to find the right words... you’d never seen that. Not once. So you kept quiet, pushing your impatience deep, deep down, and waited for him to find his usual childish courage again. 

Realising that he actually seemed to be unsure if he should talk at all, you took the hand he’d grabbed yours with, and intertwined your fingers with his, squeezing in reassurance. 

He’d really kill you if he didn’t spit out whatever it was he was chewing on soon. 

“You know I love you”, he eventually said, very slowly. Your grip on his hand loosened. Something cold slithered inside you, wrapping itself around your heart. No. Oh no. Oh dear god, no. He was happy with you, wasn’t he? He wouldn’t leave you, he wouldn’t break up with you, he loved you! And you loved him, and god, no, you suddenly felt very close to vomiting. 

Kíli must’ve seen that look on your face and identified it, because immediately he clutched your hand again and added “No, no, please, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not trying to- I would never leave you.” 

The cold that strangled you eased slightly, and you smiled warily at him, convinced yet not fully comfortable again. He’d shocked you. It had sounded like... yes, it had really sounded like-

“The opposite, quite”, he went on, almost stumbling over his own words, trying to reassure you and find the courage to speak further, especially after what he’d just said. “Really, the opposite- I...”

He trailed off, and then he sighed. Closed his eyes and sighed. 

You had no idea just what was happening. Never had you seen him this nervous. He was always smug, always proud, always confident. He was playful, arrogant, daring. You didn’t like to see him this hysterical. It drained you. But after just seeing your whole life unfold in front of you at the thought of being left, you didn’t really have any comfort to offer him. So you stared, brushing your thumb over the back of his hand, and watched him open his eyes again, new courage filling them, ease and that familiar sense of confidence. 

“What I’m trying to ask is... will you marry me?”

Your heart stopped. For a moment, you were quite sure you were not breathing. Your body turned to stone, your lips to metal, your hair to fallen leaves swaying in the wind. Marry him. He wanted to marry you. 

Forgotten was the cold you’d felt a second ago, the nervousness you’d sensed, the impatience that had almost boiled in your blood. 

There was nothing but a sudden warmth that started somewhere in your chest and spread all through you, until it had reached the top of your head and the tip of your toes. 

Marry him. 

“Are you serious?”, you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. Marry him.  He nodded, searching your expression for any sign of approval or disapproval, of any other emotion than shock. But you felt none. There was just and utter shock. 

And then, the warmth that had spread finally made sense to you, too. It wasn’t warmth, it wasn’t anything one could feel in only a single part of their body. No.. it was love. Love that had filled you from the day you’d laid eyes upon the prince. 

“Yes”, you choked out, not even noticing the tear that now rolled down your cheek, or the smile you broke out into. “Yes, Kíli, yes, I want to marry you.”

He was grinning too now, grinning like a proud child. “Yes?”, he repeated, and you nodded, again and again, yes yes yes. You couldn’t grasp it. You couldn’t understand what had just happened. But you knew one thing, even if it was just the tiniest, and perhaps the most important: you knew that you loved him, and you wanted to be with him, forever and after, and he’d asked you to marry him. Yes, god yes, you wanted to marry him!

So you cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him close, and then you kissed him like you had that first time, spontaneous and passionate, until you couldn’t breathe anymore and your heart beat against your chest and your head was spinning and your feet were off the ground - you were flying, you were in a trance, you were in love. In love with him. With Kíli Durin. Your Kíli Durin. Officially, now. 

“I love you”, you whispered against his lips as you eventually pulled away, your breath hitching in your throat, your cheeks red like fire and you could see only him. 

“Marry me”, he murmured, and you chuckled, pure and utter bliss spreading in your heart. “I will”, you reassured, brushing your hand through his hair and pulling him in again. 

The stream bubbled, the birds chirped, and the world was fully and wholly good for once. 

[technowoah]

Can you do a Karl x fem!reader where Karl keeps giving her gifts(flowers, armor etc) and reader is just really oblivious? Ty

I thought I was being obvious

THANKS FOR THE REQUEST! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT. I made it romantic if you didn't mind.

C!Karl Jacobs x fem!reader

⚠︎ fluff, mentions of weapons, im switching between 3rd person and 1st person but its all the same person (the reader)

It simply started with a chest full of flowers at her door step. When she opened the small chest every flower that she could imagine was inside, it was like someone picked every single one of those flowers from a huge field.

She had to try and bring those flowers back into the house so she decided in a moment of bliss to pick up the flowers from the box, instead of lifting the chest all together. Her arms were engulfed with tons of flowers tickling her nose while unkown to her a note was left on the grass beside the chest that held the flowers she is currently taking inside her house.

Dear my love,

I hope you enjoyed the flowers and I hope that you will accept this as an offer as a date, for us to be together for a small amount of time so that I can confess my feelings for you, but for now I hope that you can notice my advances. I would love to go on a date with you soon!

Love, Karl ♡︎

1st person

The next day was like no other day with you going out to either mine, or help and hang out with friends close by. She had ran into Tommy earlier and walked around with him while letting him talk and yell her ears off until they both ended up separating both having other people to attend to. Tommy went with Ranboo, which was unusual, while she went to Karl who was wandering around his house.

"Karl!" You said while waving the man in the colorblock hoodie.

"Oh hey y/n! Whats up?" Karl waved as you made your way back over to Karl where he was standing in the grass.

"I just had a walk with Tommy until he went with Ranboo for some reason, but I wanted to talk to you-"

"Really?!" Karl's eyes widened until he regained his composure.

"Yeah I wanted to check up on you! Like we always do." Your voice was weary not knowing what Karl's intentions were at this moment.

He looked disappointed in some way and you didnt know why. It was sad and confusing not to know why he was feeling this way and the only thing you could do was ask.

"Karl are you okay? What's wrong you know you can talk to me about anything!" You put your hand on his shoulder in a reassuring way.

His gaze was focused on the ground until he turned his head toward the hand the was laying on his shoulder.

"Im fine! Im all good its okay." Karl sent a smile towards your way trying to keep up his spirits up.

"Alright. I'll believe you. So what do you want to do?" You asked still weary if the situation.

"There's this field of flowers we could hang out in."

The next time it was a sword sheath with an enchanted netherite sword that glowed in the darkness that she revealed it it. Her mouth dropped while she put the sharp sword back into its sheath to protect her from getting cut.

She couldn't believe who would send this to her, but the gifts kept coming and she was no where close to knowing who it would be. There was a small note attached to the end of the sheath and she had picked it up and read the note that hung on a small string.

Dear Y/N,

I had made this from the leftover netherite in storage, I enchanted it and named it Toska, I love the meaning of that word and I hope one day I can tell the meaning to you. Thank you for always putting me friat in your mine and I hope you see me doing the same.

Love, Karl ♡︎

She finally she knew who was kind enough to send these gifts to her. She had placed the sword somewhere safe, so she could use it for combat, or even just keep the sword as a memorabilia from a friend. The sad thing was that she couldn't tell Karl's romantic advancments to her.

The next time this happened Karl had sent her an enchanted bow and arrow and netherite boots. She couldn't belive he remember that her original netherite boots broke. He had sent another note that went the same as the others, sending his love without blatantly saying that he loves her. He wanted to wait till they were face to face to say it, but at this point he thinks that they will stay just friends.

He could tell because if the gestures he would see from her, there was no revelation that he loved her for a while. She somehow didn't notice his advances and that made him want to give more until she finally noticed.

1st person

"Karl! Thanks for the sword It's beautiful." You said as you saw Karl walking on the Prime Path doing who knows what.

"Oh of course! Did you see the note with it?" He asked you with hopeful eyes.

"I did! It was really sweet. What does Toska mean?"

"Oh yeah! It means a longing for a specific something, somone." Karl said.

"That's adorable!" You said while Karl waited for something else.

"That's it?" Karl asked kind of annoyed.

Your eyes frurrowed, "What do you mean?"

Karl shifted while the two of you still stood in the middle of the Prime Path, his gaze was glued to the ground.

"Karl please tell me what's going on! You've been acting like this everytime we are standing together. Please this is bothering me!" You pleaded for your friend to talk to you.

He looked up with another one of his smiles, again, he looked disappointed behind those gleaming eyes.

"I thought I was being obvious, but its okay! Lets do something, let's go see what Big Q is doing." Karl rushed through his words as he grabbed your hand leading you through the prime path, trying to get his mind off of anything, but how good the feeling of your hand felt in his.

The next couple days you woke up to multiple peices if jewelry each day with small notes.

The first day after the bow and arrow was a necklace with a blue diamond with a note.

I LOVE YOU

-KJ

The day after that was a gold bracelet that you had feel in love with and ended up wearing everyday with another note attached.

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

-KJ

You hadn't seem Karl after that one day when he dragged you around the whole smp kingdom, and you were getting worried with all the gifts that he was working for. The fact that he spends time to find diamonds, enchant netherite, and find jewelry makes you worry for his sanity. Him spending this much time on you when you want it to be equal playing fields. You didn't want to feel like a queen, you just wanted to be loved.

You drew the line when in another chest there was a totem of undying.

Y/N I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WANTED TO SAY THIS TO YOUR FACE, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE ITS NOT CLICKING SOMEHOW. I REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO SAY THIS. I will love you till your last breath, if you happen to use the totem of undying, well it speaks for itself.

-KJ

You had rushed over to Karl's house where he was sat on his stairs looking out into the distance and the sky. He looked ao pretty with the wind in his hair and his colorful hoodie he was wearing.

You had stomped over to him with the totem of undying glowing in your hand.

"KARL!" You had raised the totem in his face and he was taken aback because you had raised a glowing piece of gold too close to his face.

You continued your rant, "Karl I like gifts, but this is drawing the line! A totem of undying?! This is way too much. You could've told me you loved me straight up front without the gifts! I would've accepted, whatever you were going to do! I love you too and you know that! I love you as a friend and as lover, I would love to be your girlfriend." You calmed down as Karl's eyes progressively started to return to their normal size instead of widened.

Karl started to chuckle with a small smile on his face.

"I thought I was being obvious!" Karl laughed and you lightly chuckled as well.

You brought him onto his feet and brung him into a hug in which he reciprocated. You both stayed there for a while until he pulled back and gave you a small, shy peck on your lips juts testing the waters. You had done the same giving him a small peck in return, both of you widely smiling at eachother.

"Y/N will you be my girlfriend?" Karl asked.

"Yes I will, only if you take the totem back."

"Deal!"

Authors Note//

After imagine thoughts: this was shorter than I thought- also have yall noticed I love Karl's eyes. Hope you liked it! 💜

Btw I didn't proofread, i usually dont, cause I wrote this during school hours..

[expectingtofly]

I was just stuck in traffic for an hour and a half (without reception to boot) so what better way to use my involuntary free time than to write a fic with dean, cas, and toddler jack in the same situation?

In hindsight, it made sense that in a life where nothing ever went to plan, an attempt at a relaxing Winchester beach vacation turned into an adventure called how long can you sit in traffic without losing your goddamn mind?

Slumping in his seat, Dean stared mournfully at the line of cars which seemed to stretch for miles into the distance. For an hour now they had sat on the freeway at a standstill, inching forward at odd intervals. Dean had turned Baby off fifteen minutes ago when even those slow forward crawls ceased.

Jack hummed in the backseat where he colored with a box of crayons. Cas tapped his fingers on his thighs, craning his neck to look behind and in front of them. No escape. Dean was pretty sure he was considering the merits of zapping all of them—car, luggage, and all—to their destination. Sure, the people around them would have plenty of questions about a car vanishing into thin air and Cas would be exhausted for three days, but it might be worth it.

Might save their sanity, at least. So far, they had cycled through staticky radio stations, played twenty questions three times over, eaten two cans of Pringles, argued about potential detours, and listened to several renditions of “Born This Way” sung at increasingly piercing high volume courtesy of the six year old in the backseat.

In all that time, they had moved forward about ten feet and Dean was starting to entertain thoughts about abandoning Baby on the asphalt and walking back home.

“I won’t abandon you,” he reassured her, stroking the steering wheel.

“What?” Cas asked.

“Uh. Nothing.” So now he was talking to inanimate objects. Great.

“Let’s play eye spy,” Cas suggested.

Dean gestured around them. Trees, weeds, parked cars, and the highway divider. “Not much to look at.”

“How about that game where you name an item for every letter of the alphabet? We can do celestial objects.”

“That’s not fair, you know all of them.”

“Well, we already did rock bands and you won that too easily.”

“Dad,” Jack complained. “I’m out of yellow.”

“It’s probably back there,” Cas said. “Maybe you dropped it.”

“There better not be a crayon melting back there.” Dean twisted around in his seat to check.

Jack sighed and threw down his crayons dramatically. “I’m hungry.”

Cas fished around in the snack bag. “I think we have some carrots left.”

“Hey, kid, this is pretty good.” Dean went to pick up the crayon drawing, but Jack threw his upper body over the paper.

“No! It’s not finished!”

“Alright, sorry. I’ll wait for the final product. Lookin’ good so far.”

“I’m drawing us,” Jack told him, reaching for another crayon while keeping a hand shielding the drawing.

“Remember I’m taller than him,” Dean said, nodding at Cas. Cas gave him a dirty look. “Just for accuracy.”

“My true form greatly towers over your human body,” Cas said haughtily.

“Aww, Cas, you tryin’ to flirt?”

Rolling his eyes, Cas handed back the bag of carrots to Jack. The mess in the backseat of papers and crayons—though stressful—gave Dean an idea.

“Hey, Jack, hand me some paper.” He took two papers and told Cas, “I’ll draw you and you draw me.”

Cas took a paper with a gleam in his eyes. “What does the winner get?”

“Whaddya mean winner? This is supposed to be just a fun thing.” That was a lie. They could, and did, turn everything into a competition. “Worst drawing has to pay for snacks at the next stop.”

“Easy,” Cas said, taking a green crayon from the box. “I could draw your every freckle from memory.”

“Stare enough to know what I look like,” Dean muttered, feeling his ears heat. He caught Cas reaching for the red crayon. “Hey!” Of course the fucker would draw him blushing.

Giving him a sly smile, Cas tucked himself against the opposite door to shield his drawing from him. “Just going for accuracy,”

“I wanna play too!” Jack said.

“Alright, best drawing from all three of us. Hope you brought your credit card, Jack.”

“Nope, ‘cause I’m gonna win!”

“No, you’re both going down.” Dean snatched up a stubby green crayon. “Go!”

Despite the lack of a time limit, furious scribbling followed. Dean liked to think he was a decent drawer, but using crayons—most of which were broken—sure made it difficult.

He set Cas in a sunny field with a fluffy cloud sky. Without yellow, the sun had to be green, but he thought the purple trenchcoat and blue tie he drew for Cas turned out pretty good. Add a few flowers, maybe a tree—fuck, that didn’t turn out so good. The important part was Cas, though. For good measure, he added some wings colored with every crayon in the box and an angel blade that he couldn’t get to look sharp enough with the blunt silver crayon, but gave the general idea.

Holding the drawing up, he couldn’t help smiling at it. It was Cas, alright. Down to the blue eyes, half smile, and sensible shoes.

“Done!” Jack announced.

“One second,” Cas said, eyebrows drawn up in concentration. After a few careful lines, he said, “Okay.” He clutched his drawing to his chest. “On the count of three.”

“One, two, three—” Dean flipped his drawing around at the same time as Cas and Jack.

And instantly burst out laughing.

“What?” Cas asked, offended.

“Dude.” Wiping tears from his eyes, Dean took the drawing from him. A stick figure man with a scribble of brown hair, lopsided green eyes, and dots which he guessed were his freckles. “I haven’t been this skinny in years. Wait a moment.” He frowned at the stick legs. “You gave me freaking bow legs?”

“Dean, this is…” Dean looked up to see Cas holding the drawing of himself. “This is really lovely.” He traced the wings. “It’s like you can see them.”

“Shit, it’s not that good.” Fucking hell, he was blushing again.

“Look at mine!” Jack said, waving his paper.

“Woah, kid, you outdid yourself,” Dean said, taking it from him. Three stick figures, each a bit taller than the next. Two with wings, one in a blocky shirt which looked suspiciously like flannel.

“Buddy, this is great.” He pointed at Cas’ figure, turning the paper so Cas could see. “Looks like he got your true form.” Animals and swirls, colors and shapes.

“That’s beautiful, Jack.” Cas pointed to the smallest stick figure with the biggest wings and smile. “I love how you drew yourself.”

“Do I win?” Jack asked.

Dean handed the drawings back. “Take a look at all of them, be our judge.”

Jack studied the three drawings seriously for several long seconds before announcing with a cheeky smile, “I win!”

“Seems rigged but okay,” Dean said.

Cas elbowed him. “You can pick out any snack you want when we find a place to stop,” he told Jack. A dangerous idea, but they might not even make it there. Their drawings would soon be outdated when they turned old and grey in their seats.

Bracing himself for the worst, Dean checked the line of cars again and was surprised to see movement up ahead.

“Hey!” He turned the car on. “Here we go, Baby, back on the road again!”

“Finally,” Cas sighed. Bouncing in his car seat, Jack cheered.

The line of cars thinned out as they picked up speed, finally making progress after… Dean checked the time. Two hours. At least the last hour had passed quickly with their drawing competition.

“I’m going to frame these,” Cas said, tucking the drawings into his bag. “I think they’d look nice in the living room.”

“Daddy?” Jack spoke up.

“What’s up, buttercup?” Cas asked, looking back at him.

Jack giggled and Dean smiled at him in the rearview mirror. Then Jack announced, “I have to pee.”

Dean stared at the road. Of course.

“Can you wait?” Cas asked, checking the GPS. "The next stop is… twenty minutes away.”

“I have to go now!”

Cas looked at Dean, and Dean sighed. “I’ll stop.” Turning on his turn signal to move into the shoulder, he told Jack, “Time to pee in the bushes, kiddo.”

Jack cheered and Dean shook his head, a laugh escaping him despite himself. Always an adventure.

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Sol et luna — The Sun and the Moon | G.W.

(Soulmate!AU)

pairing: George Weasley x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of food and eating, alcohol, vague mention of sex, insecurity

summary: You head out to the countryside with your friends, renting a cabin by the lake for two weeks, during which you notice a correlation between yours and George’s soulmate tattoos, unsure what to do about it.

word count: 9130

tags: @izzyyy-1​ ; @amourtentiaa​ ; @hufflepuffalice​ ; @slytherclawbitch​ ; @famdomhideout​ ; @mollenniumfalcon​ ; @accioweaslcy ; @catching-the-train-to-hogwarts​ ; @justasmolballofstress ; @hufflepuff5972​ ; @calmspencer​ ; @pandaxnienke​ ; @harrysweasleys​ ; @ickle-ronniekins​ ; @4amhotchner​ ; @weasleysprofessionalhoe​ ; @lunarlovegoodx ; @henqtic​ ; 

a/n: This took me so much time and effort, I’d appreciate any kind of feedback, thank you!

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—⒈—

You gazed out of the car window, sitting in one of the back passenger’s seats. The journey was pleasant, a nice prologue to the vacation you were about to begin – Ginny, Hermione, Angelina and Alicia, your travel companions sharing snacks and blasting muggle pop songs while singing along.

Natural curiosity made you wonder what the atmosphere was like, in the other car – which Fred, George, Lee, Harry and Ron travelled by. They had been driving behind you for some distance, before passing you by and disappearing in the distance – you supposed Fred had a bit too much fun behind the wheel.

It seemed like you’d be lucky with the weather for most of the two weeks of your stay at the cabin – that day was pleasantly warm with just a bit of refreshing wind, and the Sun was shining beautifully in the bright, blue sky.

The whole area around the place you were supposed to be staying at was just stunning. The cabin was by the lake, surrounded by nature, with just a small village nearby – no noise, no pollution – it was really going to be a great vacation.

When you arrived at your destination, the boys’ car was already vacated, parked in the front, some distance from the cabin.

“Took you long enough!” Lee commented, emerging from the front door after hearing the commotion of your group unloading the car. “Why such a hurry?” asked Ginny, pulling her last bag out of the trunk and stepping aside to make room for you. “Yeah, we had a great time..” added Angelina, already carrying her bags inside, and shrugged at him defiantly.

You made it inside with your heavy luggage and did not hesitate to dump it on the floor right after you entered, to have a look around the place. The layout was quite modern – the front door opened into a great open space, which still had a cosy feeling to it. Complete with a lounge area, a dining table to fit all of you, and an open, yet a bit secluded kitchen. Directly opposite the front door, on the far end of the room was a large, glass sliding door, giving you a preview of the back of the house, where you could see a deck, complete with a furniture set. Looking at all the spaces, you couldn’t help but imagine small moments you could have throughout the following fortnight, what sharing a house with your friends would be like.

Most of your friends were downstairs, you heard their bickering in the background as you debated just taking half of your baggage to then come back for the rest, when George approached you, without you noticing. “Want any help?” he asked, with no tease to his tone, nor any exaggerated kindness – merely, as if giving a helping hand was the simplest thing in the world. “Uhm…” you stammered, knowing well you did - but also thinking, you could do this on your own just fine.

George, evidently bored of waiting for your reply for more than two seconds, grabbed the bags with a scoff and a small smile. “Thank you,” you said, genuinely, signalling you had not lost your ability to speak too.

Walking out the back, onto the deck, you could see Fred by the lake. You took a moment, standing by the bannister – listening to the sounds – the very faint sound of water moved by the gentle wind, soft rustle of tree leaves and the birdsongs, undisturbed by anything. You could smell the grass, the trees, the flowers around, as well as the lake water.

You walked down the wooden steps and through the grass field, to the lake, to have a closer look.

Fred was skipping stones, he turned around for a moment when you walked up and smiled, acknowledging your presence – then continued. You watched him closely – there was something satisfying and soothing about skipping rocks, yet you were never able to do that yourself. No matter how many times it was explained to you, you had barely succeeded a couple of times in your life. You’d prefer to avoid sharing that fact about yourself - so for now, you just enjoyed watching Fred do it.

As he threw another rock, it splashed a bit, startling you. You winced a bit at the sudden contact of the cold water against your exposed legs – Fred snickered at you, and you heard George laugh, as he was approaching from behind.

Seeing him once you turned around, you felt the sudden need to explain yourself. “It’s cold,” you said sheepishly, a bit embarrassed, and followed with a chuckle. George scoffed, grinning. “Don’t give us any ideas,” Fred feign-threatened with a mischievous smile, yet you didn’t understand him. “…or you might end up finding yourself in the water,” George followed, looking you straight in the eye with the same expression. You felt a shiver down your spine.

“You wouldn’t…” you pointed out, wanting to believe that and crossed your arms over your chest. Fred and George knew a boundary. Right? George shrugged, continuing his act as he walked up to you. “We’ve got two whole weeks, love,” he said melodically and squeezed you against his side, way tighter than necessary.

When Angelina, Ginny and Harry came back from a grocery run, they gathered the whole house to take a walk around the area together.

Each step you took was as easy as if it was weightless; soaking up the views around you, you breathed in an immense sense of freedom, unobstructed by anything. You had left all worries, responsibilities and expectations at home. The sounds of the surrounding nature paired with the footsteps of the nine people around you were like music to your ears.

“Look, a tree!” Fred gasped in the most obnoxious way, pointing at one, with many other trees around you. Fred Weasley would never admit to be enjoying himself on a simple walk and he evidently found the tranquillity too boring. You could almost feel Angelina’s eye roll to your side before he spoke again.

“Merlin’s beard, a rock!” he exclaimed with another gasp as he looked to the side of the path, keeping his acting level high. “We get it, Weasley, no need to keep going,” Alicia told him. “No, I don’t think you do,” he replied, and the conversation continued.

You smiled to yourself, realising that the two weeks with all of your favourite fools has officially started and you couldn’t wait to see what it would bring.

—⒉—

The next day you woke up quite early, while your roommate, Alicia was still out in her bed. Walking downstairs, you saw that you weren’t the first one up in the house.

Hermione was strutting around the kitchen in her pyjama and dressing gown, with her hair up a bit messily, most likely making breakfast for herself. Sitting by the kitchen island over a bowl of cereal, was George Weasley.

“Morning,” you said quite cheerfully and Hermione said it back with a smile, while George just lifted the fingers of one of his hands in a lazy greeting. The kitchen was neat, all cleaned up after you all had dinner together last night, in a family-like atmosphere. So you fixed a quick breakfast with a mug of warming tea for yourself, and sat down by the island counter too.

Day two was pretty slow, you could tell everyone was just enjoying being able to do nothing, away from home. After lunch, you sat out on the deck with a coffee, following a game of cards played by the boys. It wasn’t a game you knew before, so you did not join them, but enjoyed watching from the sidelines instead, secretly rooting for whoever was doing the best each round and slowly memorising the rules.

Hermione enjoyed reading outside most of the afternoon, unbothered by anything or anyone – one could feel a bit calmer just by looking at her, in her element. Angelina on the other hand, felt inspired to move her usual workout routine out onto the grass, then hung out inside after a shower. Alicia turned back to her old hobby of drawing – Ginny, energetic by nature, seemed to be everywhere at once.

You had volunteered to prepare dinner for everyone that evening, and so did George Weasley. Happy to not have to do everything by yourself, you wondered how much experience he had in the kitchen, it was something you’ve never talked about – maybe he’d inherited Molly’s skills?

Frankly, you’ve never really had much opportunity to hang out with or even talk to George without anyone else around. It only made you more happy and excited – getting to know your friends more personally being added to the list of this vacation’s benefits.

You found George already in the kitchen, examining the contents of the fridge. During a short conversation to decide what you were going to make, you were able to deduce, he did know his way around the kitchen pretty well - just not Molly’s level quite yet.

It seemed that awkward silence did not exist around George Weasley, though it felt odd having such a simple chat with him – just about what’s been going on recently in your lives, or what you were hoping to do throughout the rest of the stay.

As you finished one step of the recipe, you moved over to stand next to George to help him out. You began to peel some veggies for him to chop, when you noticed the tattoo on the front of his left forearm. It caught your eye because it was similar to yours - well visible on your right forearm, resting next to his above the countertop. You found it quite funny at first.

But then you had a closer look.

Your soulmate tattoo. It had appeared on your 18th birthday, and you were pretty lucky it did. According to folktales, one’s soulmate tattoo would appear on midnight of their birthday – but it was never mentioned which one. Some people found out much later in life, some already married and with kids, having married said soulmate or not, some people would die before theirs would etch into their skin.

Yet yours had appeared. Half a full Moon, cut off with a clean line, facing your palm.

His – half a Sun, cut with a clean line, facing up, towards his elbow.

He noticed that you had stopped working. Out of the corner of his eye, he had noticed the two tattoos as well - and once he followed your gaze, he knew, you’d been staring at them.

Would George Weasley be your soulmate? How could he? - it didn’t make any sense. Sure, you got along fine, but you were both so different. What could he possibly see in a girl like you? Not just appearance-wise, but personality. He was wild, funny, charismatic – a breath of fresh air on a hot, sultry day; a rainbow on the plain sky. In comparison to him, you were boring. You’d never even considered George as anything more than a friend, he was just out of your league.

“…Are they… matching?” he asked very slowly.

It was over now. Once he became aware of the similarity, or rather the correlation, the matter became serious, disallowing you to just put it away, until you’d figured out how you feel about it. Did they?

“I- uh… I dunno…” you muttered, struck dumb. “They have to, they wouldn’t-…” George stammered, thinking way quicker than he was able to speak. “They wouldn’t be that similar if they weren’t supposed to match, would they..?” he noted with some confidence in his voice, only making you all the more nervous.

He took notice of your silence and frown, and waited a few seconds more, hoping to see just a glint of enthusiasm break out on your face - but it didn’t.

“You’re disappointed…” he said quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself. “No,” you denied almost immediately, shocked by his statement. You, disappointed with him? How much you’d give for a guy like George to see you, to really see you. “No, I-… just thought you probably are,” you mumbled quietly, trailing off the sentence, wishing for that conversation to just stop.

George caught on, however, he opened his mouth to speak, to express himself, but he really didn’t know how – your words just puzzled him. Why would you immediately assume he’d be disappointed to have you as his match?

“We should really get on with it, it’s gonna overcook…” you concluded firmly, glancing at the pot on the stove, closing the previous topic. George didn’t feel in place to drag it further since you clearly didn’t wish to talk. But he was really not pleased with how that conversation had gone, and it left him with this uneasy feeling somewhere in his chest, eating away at him.

—⒊—

It seemed as if your mind was permanently clouded now. You kept shifting between obsessively thinking, about what George being your soulmate would mean, and not believing it was true at all. The Sun and the Moon?

But he was right, the tattoos wouldn’t have that much of a correlation if they weren’t a pair. And as you kept going in circles, each time you came to this conclusion, you felt the nervousness start to take over. How were you supposed to act around him now? Because of that, subconsciously and without thinking, you avoided him – just to not have to wonder about what your interactions should look like.

George gave you space, you were glad he didn’t try to corner you, but during dinners you’d feel his glances on you from time to time - as if he was trying to see through you, to find out what was going through your mind.

It’s been two days, spent awkwardly avoiding George with your eyes every time everyone ate together. Two days of trying to appear busy at all times, so that no one would notice that something’s troubling you, and ask about it.

That night you had trouble falling asleep, your distressed mind wasn’t helping you. The air inside felt stuffy, even with the window open. You gave up, for the time being, kicked off your blanket, put on your slippers. The main room was semi-dark illuminated by strong moonlight coming through the large windows. The Moon was full that night.

Upon opening the glass door you welcomed the slight chill on your skin, taking a deep breath of fresh air. You turned around to close the door behind you when a voice spoke to you.

“Hi,” said George softly, sitting to the side on one of the outside sofas. Your heart almost stopped when you noticed him - the one person you tried to avoid, and you knew it was too late to run away. “Hey,” you replied with a defeated smile, wondering if he was aware. He gestured to the seat next to him, smiling at you, almost shyly.

You were glad the only light came from the Moon in the sky because you could feel yourself shaking slightly, as you walked up to him and took the spot. You sat down and looked ahead, fiddling with your fingers in your lap. You could smell his scent, feel his presence right next to you and it felt like too much to bear, too personal.

“Haven’t seen you around much lately…” he began, vaguely, and you could sense what he was thinking. “I wasn’t avoiding you..!” you blurted without thinking, only realising afterwards, that it made it sound exactly as if you were. He hummed shortly, biting his lip with a small frown.

You sighed deeply and said, “I wasn’t avoiding you,” truthfully, making sure to accentuate the last word. Because you weren’t, you were only avoiding your cluelessness which took over you while you were around him. “Oh,” he replied after a second upon working out what you meant, “…okay,” but did not ask further.

“You know, nothing has to change,” he began, and you turned to him to listen intently. “I mean, don’t force anything. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” he continued, bringing you some comfort, yet simultaneously a bit of confusion – what was the custom when finding out you were soulmates with someone? Did people usually throw themselves at each other immediately, that’s why he was saying that?

“We can take this slow, alright?.. Figuring out this whole- ‘soulmate’ thing.” You nodded, not sure what to say, crossing your arms over your chest as the slight chill of the night started getting to you. George looked at you for a bit, thinking, then lifted his arm gently, inviting you in. You ignored the small voice in the back of your head and scootched closer, allowing yourself to be embraced. For the first time, somewhere in the back of your mind, you welcomed the thought of having him as a soulmate.

You stared up at the Moon and it seemed to be staring back. You just couldn’t decide if it was taunting you – pointing out your silly overthinking, or rather comforting you in a motherly way, feeling partially responsible for binding your fate with the one of the man next to you. Why was it the Moon? The Sun – it fit George. Blinding you, only allowing to be admired from afar, yet never to be looked at directly.

“I’d like you to feel comfortable with me… so, whatever’s troubling you, I’m here,” George said with such sincerity, it sent shivers down your back. “… but no pressure,” he hasted to add with a chuckle.

“Thanks, uhm-…” You wondered, would he want to confide in you? “...Same to you.”

—⒋—

The following day, you woke up lighter in spirit. Knowing you could give yourself the time you needed, gradually lifted off the pressure of figuring out where you were standing.

After breakfast, when your friends were occupied inside or still sleeping, you decided to go out into the backyard. As always, welcomed by the birdsongs, you allowed your eyes to feast upon the views for a moment.

Without much thought, you walked up to the lake and as if it were mandatory, crouched to dip the very tips of your fingers in the water.

You saw the rocks by the edge of the water and stared at them for a moment, debating. Fully prepared to fail, you picked a flat-looking one and got up. You took a deep breath, then swinging your wrist – threw it, and with a loud ‘plonk’ it went down.

You heard a muffled snicker behind your back and you turned around instantly, to see George there. “How does this keep happening?!” you exclaimed, as he walked up to you without being able to hold back his grin. “What do you mean?” “You keep walking up behind me without me noticing..!” you explained, beginning to laugh and he chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “I walked out soon after you because I was bored inside, but I couldn’t help myself when I realised you didn’t see me,” George explained, and you accepted it.

“You need to swing it like this,” he instructed with a demonstration. “I know, that’s what I did,” you replied defensively, certain that all the rocks in the world just had a pact against you, not allowing you to skip them.

“Look,” George said, showing you once again how to do it. His rock skipped so many times, you lost count.

“Now you try and let me see,” he told you, watching you closely. You felt a bit of pressure, but even though you knew you’d fail again, you tried. And the rock sunk.

“Is that okay if I show you?” he asked and you didn’t understand at first, before he made a move to stand behind you with one hand on your shoulder and the other over your hand, but waited until you replied.

“O-okay,” you stammered, so he picked out a rock to hand it to you, then moulded your body into the right posture, to then help you throw the rock. You noticed how tiny your hand was in comparison to his. To your amazement, it skipped a solid 4 times.

Both his hands were on your shoulders when you turned around and smiled, beaming at him, and he thought he could get used to it.

“Do you want to try on your own?” he asked, but you couldn’t get a word out, because you didn’t. He nodded, holding back a smirk, then repeated the whole process, and the throw was successful again.

You did try throwing by yourself after that and it was as if the curse has been lifted. Thanks to George you got the swing of it, with each time it seemed easier and easier, and you did better and better.

In a moment of confidence you joked about having a contest – and George, being George, wouldn’t let you back down. But he’d also let his rocks sink right away from time to time on purpose, to then pretend he didn’t know what happened.

“Thank you,” you said sweetly, on your way back towards the entrance. It was amazing how nice it felt to be taught something, by someone, who didn’t make you feel inferior. “Anytime,” he replied. “But tell anyone about this…” you changed your tone, to feign seriousness for that threat.

“What’re you gonna do to me, huh?”

 A certain sense of companionship was formed between you and George from that moment on, some type of feeling, quite hard to describe.

Your relationship was an odd one now. In any other circumstances, the two of you wouldn’t be close enough to really know you could depend on each other, trust each other with anything. But such a simple thing as a possibility, that you could be destined for each other  - by fate, or magic, or whatever it was – changed everything.

You also found yourself paying more attention to him – catching yourself pointing out all the small things you liked about him, in your head. Like his soothing voice, or the facial expressions he’d make.

George sat in a chair next to you during dinner that afternoon. Again – previously, you would’ve seen it as a coincidence, but now you knew it wasn’t. Maybe the fact that you had been the first one to sit down and all the other chairs were empty, contributed.

There were moments where it felt like the two of you were sitting in a separate little room, surrounded by invisible walls. Nobody else noticed when George accidentally made a piece of salad fly right onto his shirt, while you stifled a chuckle – earning a light shove to your legs underneath the table. Throughout the whole meal, from time to time you’d hear him mutter jokes or anecdotes about his brothers when they spoke, while more of your stifled chuckles served as a reward for him.

The next day, Friday, it was very warm right from the morning, and it was only getting warmer as the Sun kept rising. By the time everyone was up and breakfasted, the weather was just perfect to enjoy the lake.

Once you walked out the back door in your swimsuit, you felt a bit more self-conscious about being so exposed – more so than usual, not really understanding the reason behind it.

After setting up your towel next to Angelina, you were content to spend some time just lounging there, maybe reading a bit, while the girl went off into the water.

As you followed her with your eyes, your gaze ended up on George, far away from the shore. His hair soaking wet, water dripping down his face with pure happiness written all over it, with his contagious, soul-lifting smile.

You couldn’t help your eyes wandering down a bit – you’ve had a few opportunities to see George shirtless before, you were perfectly aware of how fit he was. Why was he making such an impression on you now, then?

He turned his head all of a sudden, making you freeze as he caught your eye. He sent a cheeky wink in your direction, with a grin, and you quickly dropped your head. Ugh, why have you done that? It was simply the most awkward thing you could do. But what should you have done? Smile? Wink back? Why did this man have to be so forward, making you flustered?

When you looked back up, he was occupied by something else, once again.

 The next day, a few of your other friends and some people invited by the boys were to come by for a party that evening. There were a few more of them than you had expected, most you haven’t even seen before.

The party wasn’t concentrated in one part of the house, there were people all over – you spent the majority of the evening out on the deck with your closest friends and a light drink in hand.

Music was blasting from the inside, but you enjoyed your time away from the main crowd. Your housemates were scattered all over, you saw most of them at least for brief moments – the deck was where everyone headed to cool down.

Once it was dark and the chill started setting in, you came back inside. Seeing George with a group of people – who you assumed were his friends – felt odd. For a second, a thought crossed your mind, that you should be spending this time with him. Everything indicated that you were his soulmates, so you should be bonding, should you not? Why was he in the presence of some other girls, then?

But you shook that off – it was irrational. George was his own person who could have his own friends. Hell, you couldn’t even be sure if he was single..! You stopped your brain from going down that path too, grabbing something to drink, and approached some of your other mates.

For the rest of the night, however, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. It was natural, he looked so good. How could you not have noticed he was that handsome, throughout all those years? And the outfit he had on didn’t help in keeping your eyes away, either.

What you didn’t notice, though, was that his gaze landed on you, from time to time, too. Not once at the same time as you, not once catching your eye, no matter how badly he wanted to. But you just seemed totally uninterested in him.

—⒌—

The next morning, you left your room in your PJs. You passed by Ginny, sitting in the lounge room with a newspaper, lazily skimming the articles.  Going into the kitchen, you noticed George having breakfast there, with some girl sitting next to him, leaning into his personal space a bit.

You tensed a bit, feeling hot all of a sudden. Did she spend the night with him, then? Why else would she be there right now? Most people have left right after the party.

“Morning,” George greeted you with a small smile. You almost smiled back genuinely, but then the girl greeted you as well. She was very pretty. “Hi,” you replied, forcing a polite smile, before you turned your back to them, to prepare your breakfast.

The girl continued her sweet talk, trying to keep up the conversation by asking about his shop. She flirted without any shyness, not caring that they weren’t alone in the room. You envied her in a way, you could never bring that kind of confidence out of yourself.

George didn’t seem interested, though. You supposed she wasn’t his friend, after all, but someone else’s and just taken a fancy in him. But the way she talked did not strike with much intelligence.

You dragged out making your food, not wanting to sit down with them, making the situation feel even more awkward. Luckily, once George finished eating, they both went away somewhere. And you didn’t want to think about her all throughout your breakfast, but it was very hard not to.

“Too bad I didn’t wait with having my breakfast,” George said sliding into the seat next to you, startling you a bit. “Why?” you asked, with a slight tone of confusion. “So that I could have it with you,” he replied cheerfully.

“Bimbo not entertaining enough?” you said, regretting it instantly. “Ooof,” you practically heard his shit-eating grin, not daring to look at him as you bit your tongue.

“Aww, are you jealous?” he asked merrily, leaning on the counter, trying to get you to look at him. “No, I have no reason to be.” “If you say so,” he almost sang, teasingly.

“How did you sleep?” you tried desperately to change the topic. It was only afterwards that you realised you could’ve made it even more awkward if he had slept with that girl. “Alright. Can’t sleep for too long after having a bit to drink, though. How about you?” “Yeah, alright too,” you replied, and had no more ideas as to what to say.

Once again surprising you by doing things not at all out of the ordinary, George invited you to have some tea with him outside.

You set your mug of tea down on the table out on the deck, but you stood there for a bit, with your arms crossed on your chest.

“What is it?” George asked, having already sat down on the sofa. “It’s a bit colder than I thought, with the wind. I think I’m gonna run up quickly and get something more to wear.” “There’s my jumper laying somewhere in the lounge, you can take it if you want,” he offered, surprising you a bit. But you did want to.

“Okay, thanks,” you said, turning to the door. “You can put it on in front of the bimbo,” he said after you with a sly smile, making you shake your head, holding back a grin.

But you did, feeling a bit guilty about this childish behaviour. Just a bit, though – it was satisfying.

It gave you a bit of a boost in confidence – and since you were wearing his jumper already, why shouldn’t you sit down right next to him? That’s when you realised – you felt comfortable around George, inside and out. None of it was awkward – the silence, all the things you did or didn’t say; your morning hair or your oily face you haven’t washed yet after waking up.

“It’s been a week now,” George conversed.

Since you noticed your tattoos? That’s a bit of an exaggeration…

“Since we’ve come here,” he added, noticing your puzzled expression. “Have you enjoyed your stay so far?” “It’s gone by quickly,” you replied, frankly, frowning a bit. You didn’t know where all the days have gone. “Oh, we’ve still got a week,” he tried comforting you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, we do…” you replied, deep in thought, leaning more into his side.

The fact that a full week has gone by was worrying you, that the second one would pass just as quickly. What could you do, to use it to its fullest?

 You did not have to wait long for an opportunity to present itself.

Overall, since that conversation on the deck on Sunday morning, George and you would hang out more. Just like the previous day, late in the evening, already in your PJs, you sat with him at the dining table playing various Wizarding games.

You were starting to feel tiredness get to you, everyone else in the house had already gone to their rooms for the night, and your laughs were often followed by yawns you tried hard to suppress.

“Let’s go for a walk,” George suggested out of the blue once you finished a game. “What?” you questioned, wondering if he was just joking. “I don’t wanna go to sleep yet, the night’s warm… let’s go for a walk.”

You studied his face for a moment, but he appeared absolutely serious, looking at you back with a small smile. You glanced outside through the great sliding doors, as if to check if it was really dark, despite knowing the time, then at your attire.

“Go get changed, I’ll wait here,” he convinced you.

Once you were out of his sight you ran up to your room as quick and quiet as possible, then changed, careful not to wake your roommate.

You took the path leading out from the cabin to the forest. You had to admit it was exhilarating. George’s spontaneity awoke something in you, the way he just made up his mind in a second and stuck to it. You’d have never think of taking a nightly stroll through the middle of nowhere, you’d be terrified of doing this alone. But the fact that he was walking next to you, and walking so casually, with his hands in his pockets, made all of that feel just as normal as anything else.

The walk woke you up, the comfortable silence broken from time to time by either one of you.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?” you asked, swaying your hands inside the pockets of your unzipped hoodie. “Nah, not really,” George replied indifferently, shrugging. “But- you’ll remember the way back, right?.. I haven’t been paying attention to where we’re going at all,” you said frankly, as you stepped off the path, walking straight through the forest now

George laughed at this, he found it cute, how you followed him into the forest without any care. “What were you paying attention to, then..?” he asked teasingly, giving you a meaningful smile.

“Nope, not getting dragged into- AAH!!” you screamed, scared by a bird suddenly moving around in leaves on the ground. Instinctively you jumped back and half-hid behind George, grabbing onto his arm. He tried his best to hold in a laugh, as you were coming down from the shock.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out his other arm to you. You hugged him tightly, hiding your face in his chest. “Now I’m just annoyed I got so startled over some stupid leaves,” you complained after a small groan. You allowed yourself to stay in his arms for a bit longer, feeling those negative emotions leave you as if nothing bad could happen to you there. “That’s alright, happens to the best of us,” he comforted you.

As you pulled away, you made a move to hold onto his arm but he took your hand instead, holding onto it firmly.

“Look,” he said softly after you walked a bit further, pointing with his finger, where between the trees you could see water.

In the opening there was a small lake – it had a mysterious feel about it, seemed long unvisited, the boardwalk a bit old, yet sturdy as ever.

You sat down at the end of it together, above the trees was a perfect view of the sky above the valley, sky littered with stars.

“I should make it a point to stargaze more often,” you admitted, in awe of their beauty. George watched you, face illuminated by the moonlight. “I could remind you from time to time,” he offered.

You dropped your gaze, deep in thought once more. All of that wouldn’t stop once you left the cabin – George would still be in your life, out there, in the real world.

“Mhm… you could,” you agreed, dropping your head to the side, leaning it on his shoulder.

—⒍—

“Soulmates?” asked Alicia in a tone of surprise. “… the two of you?” added Ron doubtfully. “What’s that supposed to mean?” George snapped at his younger brother.

You and George talked the same morning about how it was probably the best time to just tell your friends everything. You were getting more suspicious looks from them, whenever you’d hang out late with George, whenever the two of you would have tea out on the deck together, or when George would make some kind of teasing remark to make you laugh. The looks kept getting bolder too, though none of your mates dared to suggest there was something going on between you. That’s how you went to share the revelation with them during dinner one evening, showing them your tattoos too.

“Maybe just that you have nothing in common..?” Ginny suggested boldly, clearly unpleased with the idea for a reason unknown to you. You glanced at the rest of the table quickly – no one else spoke up, but their faces appeared to say that they agreed with Ginny.

“That’s not true…” you said, getting a bit more emotional than you would’ve wanted, more emotional, than you would’ve expected.

It made you angry, though you couldn’t understand why. You got along with George just fine, so how dare they think you have nothing in common?! What right did they have to have an opinion on whether or not the two of you were meant to be?

“If you say so…” Hermione said softly with a small smile, then frowned at Ginny, silently reprimanding her.

Meanwhile, George was looking at you, judging your reaction – as if checking whether you meant what you said, if you weren’t about to agree with Ginny with a hearty laugh, having all that’s happened yet between you go to waste. Unknowingly, you glanced at him too – you locked eyes for a moment and you exchanged nervous smiles through the ripple between you.

And the rest of the dinner went on in silence.

Surprisingly, no animosity was left afterwards – you still felt a bit watched while around George, but now for a different reason. He, however, did not seem to care one bit.

George floated in the water peacefully, making all appearances that he’s simply relaxing, as most of the cabin’s inhabitants were doing at that moment.

But he was wracking his brain, glancing at you every once in a while – he told himself it was boredom, and getting your attention would be the best way to relieve it. It was like some force, drilling inside him constantly, the inability to leave you be when he saw you lying on your towel in a bathing suit. So he was thinking, thinking of a way to poke the ants' nest that was you.

You did not expect a thing – all of a sudden George ran up to you and scooped you in his arms. The feeling could be pleasant, were you not worried about what he had in his mind.

You yelped in surprise. “What’re you doing..?!” you asked, more as a formality, not expecting to receive an actual answer. “I promised you something when we arrived here,” he replied with mischief written all over him.

“No, George..!” you pleaded, hanging onto the back of his neck as he ran in the direction of the lake and onto the boardwalk. “Yes, George..!” he exclaimed, before jumping off, into the water.

Once you surfaced, he was already above the water, along with his shit-eating grin. “Idiot..! What if I drowned?!” you shouted, trying to keep serious, but it was hard to keep yourself from laughing. “Come on, I wouldn’t have let you,” he reassured you, making your heart thump for some reason.

He flashed you another dazzling smile, before swimming off on his back.

“I’m not swimming after you!” you called, before heading out of the lake.

Slight goosebumps appeared on your skin once you were out of the water, but you were not cold. Getting a drink of water, you heard splashing behind your back – signalling someone was coming out of the water.

A pair of footsteps was definitely approaching you, until you felt George’s big hand on your waist, making your skin tingle, as he stood next to you.

“You’re not really upset, are you?” he asked with a small smile, just to make sure, as you took another sip. “No,” you replied, keeping your eyes on the bottle you were closing now.

Then, suddenly, he leaned down and kissed you on the cheek. “Good,” he concluded, before walking off again.

You looked at his back, dumbfounded. He just left you there, puzzled, and weirdly lightheaded.

—⒎—

 You looked around the room – the room in which you’ve made a bit of your own space, even though you’ve not spent all that much time in there, throughout all of your stay. The inside was brightly lit up by the sunlight pouring in through the open windows, the light wind swaying the curtains, but you didn’t feel like staying there.

Outside the room, there was nobody, you knew your housemates were somewhere else, in one of the rooms.

The downstairs was peaceful, all the windows along with the back sliding doors open, inviting nature in and calling you to go outside. Going down the steps, you judged it must’ve been late afternoon on a sunny day – the kind of sunlight that does not suffocate with heat but allows you to enjoy the outside and somehow makes everything look more beautiful.

Then you noticed George there, standing by the door – he turned around to face you, smiling right away, making your heart swell. You wanted to run up to him, drown in his arms.

He told you there was no time to lose, you should go outside and enjoy the time you have left, so you gave him your hand and allowed yourself to be pulled outside, through the deck and onto the plain grass by the lake.

You regretted not having spent more of your time admiring those views around – the mountains, the trees and various other plants. Everything was blossoming, despite it being the middle of summer – flowers all around you, on the trees and shrubs, flowers in the grass George was now pulling you onto.

You sat side by side on the grass, holding hands still, and his hand in yours felt like nothing else. The warmth of it – entirely non-physical – was so great, so extraordinary, and it seemed to radiate all throughout your body to your very heart.

And your heart, it felt as if it was about to stop and as if this was the only way it could function now, looking at him. His smile, his happiness felt like the sole fuel that could power your being and in a moment, you knew there was nothing you wouldn’t do, to make that man happy.

He looked at you adoringly, how you wished you’d have at least a fraction of the size in his eyes as he has in yours.

Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. – you repeated, though the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth.

But he’d heard them – shifted closer to you and placing his hands on your waist, rendered you hopeless. With great difficulty, it seemed, you placed yours on his shoulders – and it felt unlike any other similar action, that simple touch made you feel so connected. How you wished to have more, as his lips were coming closer and closer, excruciatingly slow.

Almost there.

“Y/N..” you heard a female voice from behind the same moment as you closed your eyes, but you didn’t pay attention, you were too close now, you had to kiss him.

“Y/N, wake up,” the voice repeated, and everything was gone – the sunshine, the grass, George too.

You groaned in frustration, rolling onto your stomach and hiding your face in your pillow. “What,” you grumbled against the material.

Alicia chuckled, “It’s kinda late, sleepyhead,” she replied, before stepping out of the room.

To say you were confused was an understatement. Frankly, you were annoyed, you just couldn’t be sure at what exactly.

Was it at yourself? At your brain, for making you dream that dream? – Why would you dream about George this way, why would you feel about him that way in a dream, it didn’t make any sense – and it frustrated you, even making you embarrassed a bit. How were you supposed to look him in the eye now? Or was your annoyance the result of the dream ending? Because it felt so wonderful? Because that short, single dream you didn’t even get to experience a kiss in, felt better than any romance you’ve ever had in real life?

Only downstairs, Fred and George were, to avoid boredom, teasing their little brother in a childish game, tossing his wand lazily between themselves. Ron, at first even tried to get it back, but he was losing motivation, thinking they would have to give it back eventually.

“Hey,” you greeted everyone quietly, walking down the steps, headed to the kitchen.

“Aaay, look who’s up!” exclaimed Fred. “Sleeping beauty,” added George, making your cheeks heat up suddenly.

Ron seized his chance, snatching his wand back, to both twins’ dissatisfaction.

It was pretty late, you’ve noticed, glancing at the wall clock – everyone else was already up.

The girls were having coffee at the table. Joining them with your breakfast, you’ve noticed they were chatting about how none of them was ready to leave the vacation to go back to their daily life at home.

“It’s brilliant here,” Ginny admitted with a bit of a pout. “If we could just stay here, life would be great, I mean, look,” she pointed at you with a chuckle, and you showed her your tongue teasingly. “Had such a good sleep?” she asked. “Just great,” you replied with a snort.

Once another slow day was starting for you, you took a bit of time for yourself. After everything that’s been happening those last few days, you needed to let yourself think.

Going over and over your thoughts, as the sun travelled along the sky, you finally allowed yourself to come to conclusions. It was all intense, feeling as if long months have been condensed into a few short days. As if the most important moment got concluded in a single sentence. So what would happen if you’d missed a bit?

At first, George felt a shift. As if something changed in your pace, and now you were always a step ahead of him. Always slipping away.

Until it seemed like a whole earthquake, when he started feeling as if he was a stranger to you. Fully deprived of you.

It was on Friday afternoon, when Fred came up to him outside, wanting to discuss some business matters. Even interaction with Fred seemed unsatisfying to George at that moment, when it felt like a piece of him was missing.

He was humming and nodding in response, tracing fingers over his tattoo absentmindedly.

“Getting the silent treatment, are you?” Fred quipped with a raised brow, giving up his attempts at a serious conversation. “Huh?” George was pulled out of his thoughts. He scoffed, “I guess.” “And what did you do, dear brother of mine?” Fred leaned back in his seat, expecting an amusing confession. Instead, George frowned a bit sadly, “I… I don’t know,” he admitted. “What do you mean ‘you don’t know’,” Fred repeated, “have you tried asking?” he asked dully. “No.” “Why?” he questioned, confused by his brother’s behaviour.

“I don’t… We’re not…” George shook his head. “Do I have any right to? She’s allowed to do what she wants,” he sighed, fiddling with his hands a bit frustratedly. “Soo, what do you have to lose, huh?” Fred asked simply.

George thought for a moment. Reluctantly, he agreed with Fred, admitting to himself that not having asked you sooner was probably stupid of him.

The very same day, before dinner, he tapped you on the shoulder gently. “Can we talk? After dinner, outside?” he asked quietly, not wanting to attract anyone else’s attention. He didn’t fail to notice how you avoided his gaze, hesitating to answer. “Okay,” you finally replied, getting into your seat, disappearing inside your bubble hastily.

It was hard for you to focus on your meal and your appetite was barely there. You pretended to follow everyone’s conversation, sipping from your glass from time to time with a friendly smile.

Your heart was thumping wildly, as you kept glancing at your friends’ plates – judging the time left before the dinner would be considered over.

—⒏—

The Sun was setting, lighting up the sky with pinks and oranges. You could almost look at it – half of it hidden below the line of the horizon, only half visible. It was soothing.

George walked up to the edge and leaned his elbows on the bannister, looking out at the nature all around.

“Did something happen?” he asked, getting the question out rather quickly. “No,” you answered, feeling deep down that it was a lie, as you walked up to him. “Are you okay?” he continued, looking at you this time, almost frustrated. “Yes,” you lied again, trying to sound persuasive.

He sighed quietly, turning away from you again. “You… you’ve been avoiding me again, haven’t you..?” he said, with hurt in his voice.

You felt so selfish at that point. You were thinking about yourself all this time, seeing George as the one who always initiated things, who always strikes up conversations. You didn’t take any time to consider how your distancing yourself would make him feel.

“You’re right, I’m sorry…” “Why? Have I done something?” he questioned again, with his heart-wrenching sincerity. “No..!” you hasted to let him know. He didn’t interrupt again but just stood there, leaning on the wooden bannister, hoping to get an explanation that would soothe his heart.

“You’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, you’ve been great, this whole time,” you began opening your heart to him. “I’ve noticed myself starting to fall for you. That’s when my doubts started coming back to me.”

George’s facial expression was unreadable, showing his pleasure upon hearing about your feelings for him, along with worry about those doubts you’ve been having.

“It’s just that… I still don’t know if we should be so sure, about us being soulmates? I’d love for it to be you, I really do, but what if it’s not?” you paused, allowing that sickly cold feeling to sink in again. “What if we started going out, maybe we could even be happy - but what if 2 years, 5 or 10 years from now, you find your other half of the Sun? What then?!”

“Who cares about stupid Sun?! What if it’s the Moon I want? It’s the Moon that always draws me in. It’s the Moon’s beauty I’m always admiring. It keeps on changing, and each yet each of its phases is just as mesmerising as the other,” he recited, full of emotion, having your eyes well up with tears.

“I care about the Sun. It’s always there, bringing me warmth, comfort, happiness… It’s got better and worse days, sometimes being dimmed by the clouds, but I’m the happiest-“ you paused, having to take a deep breath to keep your tears from falling. “-when it’s shining bright. And my world would be forever dark without it.”

George turned his head away and looked up into the sky, trying to keep himself together. As the Sun set fully, it magnified the silence around you, despite birds, crickets and cicadas in the distance.  A single tear fell down your cheek and you wiped it with your hand quickly.

“Well, you know there’s a way to find out,” George stated. It confused you, however, there wasn’t a way you knew of – there was barely any information regarding soulmates, circling around, wizard to wizard. Perhaps if you went to the library and browsed some books on that type of magic, you’d find out more. And if he knew of a way, why has he only mentioning it now?

“You don’t…” he noted. “I thought you did, that’s why I-…” “Well, what is it?” you asked impatiently, as everything indicated he was telling the truth.

George got visibly flustered, something unusual for him. He had trouble getting himself to look you in the eye, even. “The tattoos are supposed to… tingle, or something like that, when… the soulmates kiss for the first time.” “Oh,” you managed to get out, hearing a faint ringing in your ears.

Why did he have to say that? – you thought to yourself. Some first kisses happened suddenly, in the moment, some with a bit of nervousness, after chasing around each other for a while – but this felt pressuring – you wished he would’ve just kissed you first.

But then the real fear struck you – with the real possibility of finding out whether or not you were soulmates, you were scared of it. You were scared of it not being George, as he stood, now in front of you, waiting for anything else from you.

“Say something,” he pleaded in a whisper. “I’m scared. I want it to be you,” you replied, barely audibly, not daring to look him in the eye.

That’s when he bent down a bit, cupping your face in his hands to look into your eyes. You surrendered under his gentle gaze, so dear to your heart. He saw that, reading you like an open book, and leaned in quickly to connect your lips. You jerked away, however, after they barely touched, having felt an incomparable to anything else kind of sensation, right where the other half of your Moon’s circle should be.

“What was that?!” George asked between laughs, party out of relief, partly just seeing you jump around as a giggling mess.

You jumped at him, throwing yourself at his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder. He squeezed you back just as tight, picking you up to twirl you around, eliciting more heartfelt laughs of pure joy out of you, reaching right into the depths of his heart. You both knew now.

“So am I gonna get a real one now?” he asked with hope in his voice. “Mhm,” you hummed happily in reply.

Looking into his eyes once you’d finally allowed yourself to open your heart to him, you felt almost dizzy. You couldn’t help the grin on your face, seeing how he looked at you, placing both his hands on your waist, getting used to having you within his reach, to feeling you underneath his fingertips. His lips were slightly chapped but ever so sweet and loving. He wished this kiss could last forever, but your soaring heart said otherwise. You felt a smile creeping onto your face until you could not fight it anymore, beginning to giggle.

George shook his head gently with a charming smile. Glancing at your forearm, however, he could not believe his eyes.

There, instead of a lonely half a Moon, was his part of the Sun attached to it, creating a whole. He lifted his own arm, to reveal the exact same image.