#about: rain showers lost flowers

[marysfics]

The flowers came when the rain made you

As you’re growing, she seems frozen in time.

Slight Angst, Fluff

The first time Alexia brought you to Camp Nou, the stadium was empty.

She tugged at your hand, her touch firm but tender, guiding you through the players’ tunnel with an energy that was almost childlike. She was glowing—not with the confidence she wore in the public eye, but with something softer, more unguarded.

You’d seen her on the pitch before, commanding the field with a kind of grace that bordered on poetry. But here, stripped of the crowd’s roar and the pressure of expectation, she was just Alexia. A woman who had spent years carving her name into the history books, yet still sought the quiet solace of this sacred ground.

When you stepped out onto the grass, the sheer magnitude of the stadium made you pause. Rows upon rows of empty seats stretched skyward, their silence as deafening as the cheers they usually held. The air felt different here—charged, alive, yet hauntingly still.

Alexia tugged at your hand again, pulling you to the center of the field. “This,” she said, releasing you only to spin slowly in place, arms wide like a child greeting the sun, “is where I feel invincible.”

Her voice wavered on the word invincible, cracking slightly as if it wasn’t entirely true. You caught it—of course you did. She carried herself like an unstoppable force, but you had learned to read the moments when her strength faltered.

“You are invincible,” you whispered, stepping closer. Your arms slid around her waist, your chin resting gently on her shoulder.

She stilled in your embrace, leaning back into you as if drawing strength from your presence. Her breathing slowed, and for a heartbeat, you felt the weight she carried lift—just enough to let her relax against you.

“I don’t know,” she murmured, so quietly you almost missed it.

Her confession hung in the air, as vast and open as the field around you.

You tightened your hold on her, willing her to believe it, even if she couldn’t in that moment. “I do.”

Her head tilted slightly, her cheek brushing against yours. She closed her eyes, her lips curling into a faint smile, one that felt like a truce with herself.

For a while, the two of you stood there, your hearts beating in sync under the soft twilight. You didn’t need words to fill the space between you. The silence wasn’t empty; it was alive with the shared understanding that this—being here, together—was enough.

But later that night, the weight of whatever haunted her crept back in.

She’d insisted on walking through the city streets after dinner, her hand in yours as the golden glow of streetlights reflected off cobblestone. She talked about the game, her family, and the team’s upcoming schedule, but there was a distance to her voice. You could feel her slipping away, retreating into the fortress of her mind where you couldn’t reach her.

When you got home, she disappeared into the shower for longer than usual. By the time she joined you in bed, her silence was louder than ever.

She didn’t say goodnight, just slid under the covers and turned away, her back to you.

You reached out, hesitating before your fingers brushed against hers. You laced them together, squeezing gently, hoping it would tether her to the moment, to you.

But even then, her walls didn’t come down.

You laid there in the quiet, staring at the ceiling and wondering how someone who felt so invincible could seem so lost.

April’s Fool was the song playing on the radio when you first kissed her.

You were at a bar in Madrid, tucked into a corner booth where the noise of the crowd softened into a steady hum. The air was thick with the smell of beer, a faint haze of smoke lingering despite the no-smoking signs. Alexia sat beside you, her arm draped over the back of your chair, her fingers occasionally brushing against your shoulder as if she couldn’t bear the distance.

“You’re staring,” you teased, your voice playful but your cheeks warm under her gaze.

“Can’t help it,” she murmured, leaning closer. Her voice was low, intimate, a secret shared only with you. “You’re all I see.”

Her words hit you like a jolt, the sincerity in her eyes stealing the breath from your lungs. You tried to laugh it off, brushing her shoulder with your own. “You’re cheesy, you know that?”

“Maybe,” she admitted, her lips quirking into that half-smile that made your knees weak. “But it’s true.”

The song on the radio shifted, the first chords of April’s Fool cutting through the noise of the bar. The lyrics were melancholy, raw, a strange counterpoint to the bubbling excitement building in your chest.

You weren’t sure who moved first, whether it was her leaning in or you closing the gap. All you knew was the softness of her lips against yours, the way the world seemed to blur and fade until it was just her—her hands on your waist, her breath mingling with yours, her heart beating in time with the song.

It felt like fate, like the universe had aligned to bring you to this moment.

But now, months later, the song feels less like fate and more like a warning.

You’re changing. Growing.

You’ve started painting again, your once-dusty brushes now stained with vibrant hues. Your canvases, once blank and abandoned, are coming to life with bold strokes of color, each one a testament to the pieces of yourself you’ve begun to reclaim.

You laugh more, too. Not the polite, reserved kind you used to offer the world, but something freer, unrestrained. You’ve rediscovered the things that make you come alive—the books you used to lose yourself in, the morning runs where the world feels quiet and yours alone, the way sunlight dances on water.

And Alexia notices.

One morning, as you sit at the kitchen table sketching on the back of an old grocery list, she comes up behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders.

“You’re glowing,” she says, her voice tinged with awe. Her fingers trace lazy circles on your shoulder, her touch warm and familiar.

You tilt your head back to look at her, smiling as you reach up to cover her hand with yours. “Am I?”

“Mhm,” she hums, but there’s something in her expression—a flicker of sadness, of something unsaid.

“Hey,” you say softly, turning in your chair to face her. “What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Nothing. Just… I love seeing you like this.”

Her words warm you, but the shadow in her gaze lingers, and you can’t help but wonder what she’s holding back.

The thing is, while you’re growing, breaking free of old scars that used to define you, Alexia is standing still.

You’ve tried to pull her with you, to show her that life can be more than the weight she carries. But Alexia, for all her strength on the pitch, seems trapped in the confines of her own mind.

Some nights, you’ll find her sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at her hands as if searching for answers in the callouses and lines. Other nights, she’ll disappear onto the balcony with a glass of wine, her silhouette framed against the city lights, her thoughts as distant as the stars.

You try to reach her. To remind her that she doesn’t have to shoulder everything alone.

But Alexia, who can hold the world on her shoulders without flinching, struggles to let anyone else share the load.

“Come paint with me,” you suggest one afternoon, holding out a brush to her as she sits on the couch scrolling through her phone.

She looks up, startled, then smiles softly. “I’m terrible at painting.”

“Doesn’t matter,” you reply, grinning. “I am too, half the time. It’s not about being good—it’s about letting go.”

She hesitates, the wariness in her eyes unmistakable. But then she shakes her head. “Maybe later.”

Later never comes.

You try not to let it sting. Alexia loves you—of that, you’re certain. She shows it in a thousand small ways: the way she tucks a blanket around you when you fall asleep on the couch, the way she remembers exactly how you like your coffee, the way her hand always finds yours when you’re walking together.

But love isn’t always enough.

And as the months pass, the gap between your growth and her stagnation begins to feel insurmountable.

Alexia isn’t growing. Not in the same way.

You see it in the subtle way her eyes become distant when the conversations turn personal, in the way she retreats into herself, always a step behind, always holding a piece of her back from the world—and from you. She’s trying, God, is she trying. But no matter how hard she pushes, no matter how many wins she racks up, there’s something inside her that remains untouched, buried under layers of old wounds and unspoken fears.

She’s brilliant on the pitch, a force to be reckoned with, her name chanted by thousands, and yet, at home, she is quiet, contemplative.

Some nights, when the house falls silent and the weight of the day settles into the corners of your apartment, you find her sitting alone on the balcony. The dim light of the city flickers in the distance, and the air is cool, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves and the occasional hum of passing cars. A glass of wine is cradled loosely in her hand, her fingers playing with the stem in absentminded rhythm.

Her eyes are distant, locked onto something far beyond the horizon.

The silence between you stretches, heavy and unyielding. You watch her for a moment, hoping that maybe tonight, she’ll speak, but she doesn’t.

“Talk to me,” you urge, your voice soft but insistent. You kneel beside her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before gently covering her trembling hands with your own.

Alexia looks at you, her expression unreadable for a moment, before she glances down at her hands. She shakes her head slightly, as if the weight of it all is too much to bear.

“It’s nothing,” she says, her voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it, laced with a sorrow you don’t know how to fix.

You’re not fooled. You never have been. There’s always something more, something lurking beneath the surface that she won’t—or can’t—let you see.

“It’s not nothing, Alexia,” you say, your thumb gently tracing the edge of her hand. “Please.”

The way she exhales is sharp, a release of tension that makes the air around you feel colder. She sets the glass down with a soft clink, the sound of it feeling final. Her hands are trembling now, her grip on yours tightening, and in that small, delicate moment, you realize the depth of her pain. For all her strength, for all the resilience she wears like armor, she’s still a woman carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

The weight of expectations. The weight of the spotlight. The weight of every moment she’s been taught to push past.

You can feel it—her fear of being vulnerable, of allowing herself to break in front of someone else, even you.

“I don’t know how to let go,” she whispers, so quietly you almost miss it. The words hang in the air like smoke, heavy and haunting.

Her voice cracks, and you squeeze her hands tighter, your heart aching for the pieces of her you’ve never been allowed to see.

“Of what?” you ask, your own voice shaking, though you try to keep it steady.

Her eyes close, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself, but the vulnerability in her gaze is undeniable. “Of the things I’ve done... the things I’ve lost. Of always having to be strong. Of never letting anyone see that I’m human.”

Her words, raw and broken, hit you like a wave, each one a quiet confession she’s never shared with anyone else. And though you want to say something to make it better, to tell her that she doesn’t have to carry it alone, you know that she has to decide to put it down herself.

But what do you do when the one you love refuses to let go?

You want to tell her that you see her. That you see the cracks beneath the surface, the things she tries so hard to hide, and that you love her all the same. But instead, you simply pull her into your arms, your hand cradling the back of her head as she sinks into your chest. You don’t need words for this moment. She doesn’t need to explain everything to you. You’re here, and that’s enough.

For a while, neither of you speaks. The only sounds are the distant hum of the city and the soft rhythm of her breathing, slow and steady against your heart.

And then, softly, almost as if she’s testing the waters, Alexia whispers, “I don’t know how to be… me anymore.”

The confession hits you like a punch. There’s no anger, no bitterness in her voice, only a deep sense of loss. It’s the sound of a woman who’s spent so much time building the person the world needs her to be, that she’s forgotten who she was before all of this. Forgotten the pieces of herself that didn’t belong to anyone but her.

“I think you’re already her,” you say, your voice soft and steady as you run your fingers through her hair. “You’re just… finding her again.”

She pulls back slightly, just enough to look at you, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. The weight of her pain is almost suffocating, and you can feel it pressing in on you, but you refuse to look away.

“I’m afraid that I won’t,” she admits, her voice breaking. “That maybe I’m too far gone.”

“Don’t say that,” you reply immediately, your voice firm with conviction. “You’re not gone. You’re right here. You’ve always been right here.”

The moonlight catches in her eyes, and for the first time in a long while, you see something shift. A quiet hope, fragile but unmistakable, blooms there.

Alexia is still carrying the weight of her past, her failures, her fears—but in this moment, she allows herself to lean on you. To admit that she doesn’t have to carry it alone.

And that’s enough.

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, holding her in the quiet of the night, the city murmuring softly in the distance. But in this moment, it feels like everything has stopped. No more expectations. No more pressure. Just the two of you, existing in the space between breaths, between the gaps of what’s said and what’s left unsaid.

But time moves differently for Alexia. And even in your arms, you can feel the weight of her unspoken thoughts pressing down on her. There’s a heaviness in her shoulders, in the way she inhales and exhales as though the air is too thick to breathe.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” she admits, breaking the silence after what feels like an eternity. Her voice is barely a whisper, as if saying it out loud might make it too real. She pulls back slightly, enough to meet your gaze, but she doesn’t look at you directly. Her eyes are unfocused, somewhere far away. “I don’t know how to make it better.”

You want to tell her that it doesn’t need to be fixed. That you don’t need to have all the answers. But instead, you simply hold her gaze, trying to convey everything you feel without speaking. You’re here. You’re not going anywhere.

Her lips tremble, and for a brief moment, you think she might pull away, might shut herself off again. But instead, she leans into you, her forehead resting against your chest, her breath shaky and uneven. And you feel the walls she’s built around herself begin to crack, just a little.

“I’ve spent so much time pretending,” she continues, her voice quiet but growing steadier, “pretending that I’m okay. That I don’t need anything. That I don’t need anyone.”

The words sting, not because you didn’t know it—because you’ve seen it, felt it—but because you know how deeply she believes it. She’s worn her strength like armor, but underneath, she’s been bleeding, silently.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” you murmur, your fingers threading through her hair, gently guiding her face back up to meet yours. “I see you, Alexia. All of you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

She swallows hard, a tear slipping down her cheek before she can stop it. You wipe it away with your thumb, heart aching at the rawness in her eyes.

“Even when I’m not… strong?” she asks, her voice fragile. It’s a question, but it feels more like a plea.

“Especially when you’re not,” you reply, your words firm, unwavering. “Because that’s when you need someone the most.”

For a long time, she doesn’t respond. She simply looks at you, her gaze searching, as if she’s trying to figure out if you’re telling the truth or if it’s just something you say because it’s what she wants to hear.

But in the end, she doesn’t need to ask. She knows. She feels it. The quiet strength in your words, the way you hold her without trying to fix her, without trying to make her feel like she has to be something she’s not.

Alexia exhales softly, her shoulders dropping just a fraction, as if the weight of the world is slightly easier to bear, just for a moment.

And then, she leans in, her lips brushing softly against yours, the kiss tender, almost tentative at first. Like she’s still unsure of what it means, still unsure of herself. But when you kiss her back, slow and sure, it’s as if the world falls away.

The kiss lingers. It’s a promise, quiet and unspoken, but full of understanding. You don’t need her to be perfect. You don’t need her to carry the weight alone.

For once, she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t retreat into herself. She lets herself be vulnerable, lets herself be held. And for the first time in a long time, you feel like you’re not the only one growing, not the only one learning how to let go.

But as the night stretches on, you know the weight of everything isn’t gone. Alexia’s past will always be a part of her, just like your own scars are a part of you. There will still be days when the silence stretches too long, when the distance between you feels too wide. But tonight, in this moment, it doesn’t matter. Tonight, it’s enough to just be with her, to be here, together.

And when the quiet returns, wrapping around you like a soft blanket, you know that despite everything, there’s hope. There’s always hope.

The morning after that quiet, tender moment, Alexia wakes up with your hand still resting over hers. The sun filters through the curtains, casting soft light across the room, and for the first time in what feels like ages, the weight of the world doesn’t seem so heavy.

She’s lying on her back, but there’s a peace in the way she’s breathing, a steadiness in her chest that wasn’t there before. Her fingers twitch under yours, as if she’s aware of the shift between you both, of the promise that wasn’t there before.

When you stir, she turns toward you, her eyes softer, not the guarded distance you’re used to, but something more open.

"Morning," she murmurs, her voice hoarse but with a warmth to it that makes your heart flutter.

"Morning," you reply, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. You watch her for a moment, seeing the faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It’s the first time in a while that she looks truly present, not lost in her thoughts or in the weight of past mistakes, but here with you, in this moment.

"Do you want to go for a run?" you ask, a playful glint in your eye. You’ve been waking early again, and while it’s become a routine for you, Alexia hasn’t joined you in a while.

She hesitates for a moment, then nods slowly. "Yeah. I think I could use a run."

The two of you lace up your sneakers together, the morning air cool and refreshing as it brushes past you. As you run side by side, there’s a rhythm to it. The sound of your footsteps is in sync, like the two of you are moving together through time, not in competition, but in harmony.

During the run, Alexia doesn’t retreat inward. She talks about everything and nothing at all—her favorite songs, the latest team strategy, something funny her teammate said yesterday. Her voice is light, free, and even though it’s a small moment, it’s a big one for both of you. For the first time in a long time, it feels like Alexia is letting the layers she’s built up fall away, step by step.

When you reach the park, she slows her pace and stops at the edge of a large oak tree, her hands on her hips as she catches her breath. You stand beside her, panting lightly, both of you soaking in the morning light.

“Thanks for this,” she says, looking at you with a soft smile, her eyes a little less guarded. “I needed it. More than I realized.”

You nod, reaching out to gently squeeze her shoulder. “You don’t have to do it alone, you know. You’ve got me.”

Her smile widens, but there’s something different in it now. It’s a little more confident, a little less uncertain.

“I know,” she whispers, her voice catching just slightly. “I’m trying to believe that.”

The next few weeks pass, and while things aren’t always perfect, there’s a shift. The walls Alexia had built around herself begin to crumble in slow, small ways. She begins to talk more, about her fears, her regrets, her dreams for the future. It’s not all at once, and it’s not easy, but it’s progress. She learns to let go of the idea that she has to be invincible, that she has to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders.

And you learn, too. You learn how to be patient, how to hold space for her without trying to fix everything, how to love her without asking her to be someone she’s not.

One evening, after dinner, you both sit on the couch with a glass of wine, the hum of the city softly filling the space around you. Alexia leans back into the cushions, her hand resting comfortably in yours. It’s quiet, but in the silence, there’s something profound—an understanding that wasn’t there before.

“Remember that night at Camp Nou?” she asks suddenly, her voice thoughtful. “When I told you I felt invincible?”

You smile, squeezing her hand. “Yeah. I remember.”

Alexia lets out a small laugh, the sound soft but genuine. “I don’t know if I feel invincible anymore. But I think that’s okay.”

You turn to look at her, your heart swelling with love. “Yeah, I think that’s more than okay.”

She meets your gaze, her smile deepening. There’s something new in her eyes now—something lighter. “I think I’m finally starting to feel like me again.”

And you know, in that moment, that she’s right. It might not be a perfect journey, and there will be bumps along the way, but she’s healing. You’re both healing. And that’s more than enough.

As you sit together, wrapped in the comfort of the night, the song April’s Fool plays softly on the radio, its melancholy notes drifting through the air. You don’t mind it anymore. You’ve come to understand the song’s quiet message—that growth comes in fragments, in pieces. Sometimes it’s messy, sometimes it’s slow, but it’s always worth it.

And so, together, you move forward. Not invincible, but strong in your own way. And with each passing day, you find a little more of yourselves, together.

And that’s enough.

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[asexualsinner]

Ghoul Hair Headcanons

This wouldn't leave my brain until I put it out into the world

Dewdrop/Sodo

Pin straight corn blonde that goes to his mid back

Very thin

Dry and damaged from his fire transition (Cumulus bullies him into letting her put oils and serums in it to help. He won't admit that he likes it)

Will wash his hair everyday/every time he takes a shower. This is sometimes multiple times a day. (Cumulus and Rain cry in despair)

Cowlick at the front part. Annoys the shit out of him when it dries funny

Let's his hair air dry after a shower

His hair used to be normally oily pre fire transition from the ministry's lake but noticed that if he swims for long periods of time his hair will be greasy and gross

Leaves hair EVERYWHERE. In the shower, on the furniture, clothes, you.

Uses everyone else's shampoo and conditioner bc he's too lazy to get his own

Will wear it up in a spider clip when practicing

Doesn't like people touching it, will let the other ghouls braid/style it on occasions or if they give him their best puppy dog eyes long enough

Somehow manages to not have bed head. Wakes up and his hair is fine. The pack considers this the 8th wonder of the world

Gets annoyed when his hair gets caught in his mask/balaclava bc he was too lazy to either tie it up himself or let one of the others do it for him preshow

Rain

Wavy hair that curls up just under his ears, blackish almost dark blue in certain light

Hair defies logic, will curl/wave in patterns that don't make sense

Uses 837+ products in it to make it glossy and soft after swimming (screams internally after Dew leaves barely a squirt of shampoo left in the shower and doesn't replace it)

Sleeps with a silk pillowcase

Will pin his hair back with pearl barrettes that papa gifted him

BEDHEAD. The WORST BEDHEAD out of all the ghouls. Wakes up looking like he lost a fight with a moose

Will let anyone run their fingers through it/brush it/style it. He will make you wash your hands beforehand though

Dries it using a cotton T-shirt. Usually the one he was wearing pre-shower

Washes his hair every 3-5 days

Mountain

Brown 3b curly mullet/Mohawk

Shaves the sides bc he finds the hair tickling his ears and horns annoying

Usually has leaves or flowers caught in his hair

Bangs cover his eyes

Cowlick at the crown of his head

Oil? Seums? Who is she, bc Mountain has never heard of her

His horns make headbands impossible so he will use bobby pins to keep his bangs out of the way while in the greenhouse or practicing

Bobby pins are everywhere. In the greenhouse, the practice room, living room, kitchen, EVERYWHERE

Consequently knows how to lockpick doors with said Bobby pins. No he will not tell you how he knows how to do this

Wraps his hair in silk handkerchiefs to sleep

Will wash his hair once a week if he remembers

Shakes his hair out like a dog to dry unless one of the others corner him with the Dyson hair dryer. (He won't admit that he hates the sound it makes)

Will throw in leave in conditioner overnight

Let's Phantom and Aurora put in cute clips that he forgets about

Once showed up to practice with a head full of colorful butterfly clips bc he forgot about them. Copia didn't say anything, wanted to see how long it would take Mount to notice while head banging. He didn't notice the entire practice until one flew off and hit his drum set

Swiss

Dark brownish black locs, sometimes will braid in colors if he's feeling like it. Mostly dark colors like burgundy or purple. Has been convinced to do gold before tours by the others

JEWELRY!!! LOTS of metal rings, cuffs and jewels. Loves being the shiniest thing in the room

Has as many if not more hair care products than Rain. Takes care to make sure his hair doesn't get damaged and is healthy

Sleeps with a silk bonnet to protect his hair

Has done fun style like space buns with his locs but will usually leave it down or in a top knot

Will wash it every 7-10 days or so unless it gets super dirty

Will take care of the rest of the packs hair, is the pack mom about it

Dew/Sodo frustrates the HELL out of him. What do you mean you don't use conditioner??

Will chew on the cuffs like a fidget toy

Takes great pride in his hair, will spend forever in the bathroom if you let him

If his hair isn't cooperating with him, that's it for the day you will not see him

Has injured himself/others while practicing from all the metal in his hair while headbanging/throwing himself around (was forced to wear a cone of shame during the rest of that practice)

Phantom/Aeon

Very wavy almost curly black hair with white streak on the left side

Hair thins out and curls around his shoulders with whispy bangs

Wolf cut girlie ✨

Soft and fluffy, loves to have his scalp scratched and hair played with. Will absolutely fall asleep while it's being done

Has tinted his hair with purple bc he likes the aesthetic

The others have found him in the bathroom at 3am with scissors bc he saw a trend on TikTok and wanted to try it (he was banned from scissors for 3 months)

Swiss cried when he saw it in the morning (what did you do??)

Forgets to wash his hair but is still better than Mountain about it

Washes every 5-7 days

Originally would use a towel to dry until he found the Dyson and now is a menace

Will chew on his hair until it's brought to his attention

Headbands, headbands, HEADBANDS! LOVES THEM.

Has demon horns ones, cat ear ones, regular ones, even those zig zag ones that hurt he doesn't care he loves them

Will use whatever's in the bathroom but prefers softer smelling products

Hates hairspray with a passion

Doesn't sleep with any special pillow cases, etc

Double cowlick where his bags sit and at the crown

Gets really REALLY bad knots at the base of his skull. Will cry when Swiss or Cumulus has to brush them out

Aether

Strawberry blonde short hair and shaved on the sides

Slicked back fade, likes the greaser look from the 50s

Do not touch this man's hair

Not only is it slicked back with 50lbs of product he will also bite you

Has sideburns

Somehow still uses 3-in-1 despite being picky about how his hair looks

Will sing into the hair dryer while using it

Hair is dry, not damaged but definitely not hydrated/healthy enough

Doesn't wear any accessories except for a beanie in the winter

Looks like a peacock in the morning, hair is just everywhere. Sticks up in every direction when he wakes up

Washes it everyday due to the product he puts in it

Fell asleep on the tour bus once and there was a grease spot left from his hair gel

Uses hair pomade that smells like vanilla and sandalwood

Goes through a jar of pomade every two days. The ministry's budget is crying, shaking in their boots bc of this ghouls usage of hair gel

Is a walking fire hazard from the gel

Cumulus

4b curl pattern, rocks the afro with bangs

Natural color is a dark reddish brown but dyes it fun colors like sky blue

Loves to tie it up with a cute designed handkerchief or bun, etc

Will accessorize with butterfly clips or spiral hair wyrms/Jewels

Washes it once a week but uses hair oils/serums daily

Bullies Dew/Sodo into letting her care for his hair

Is the go to for hair advice after Swiss

Uses a silk bonnet and silk pillowcase to sleep

Will use a cotton T-shirt to dry it/scrunch it and then finishes with the dyson

Second biggest hair shedder after Dew/Sodo

Will style it like Rosie the Riveter for practice

Doesn't like it when people touch her hair unless they ask first

Even then the answer may be no

Likes floral scented shampoo/conditioner

Aurora

Straight flat hair with choppy bags

THICCCC hair, goes to the bottom of her shoulder blades

Platinum blonde but dyed underneath

Enjoys the shocked gasps she gets when she pulls her hair up to show the rainbow underneath

Doesn't hold a curl for the life of her, she's tried

Usually keeps her hair down, will do a low ponytail for practice

Twin braids on sides framing her face

Likes playing with the others hair since hers doesn't hold different styles well

No cowlicks but her hair knots horrendously. After show care includes at least two other ghouls trying to help her unknot her hair from her balaclava

Washes it once a week,prefers cinnamon scented soaps

Super greasy if she uses too much product

Is in love with the Dyson hair dryer, fights with Aether on who gets to use it as a mic

Cirrus

Thin, straight dark black hair to her mid back

Twinning with Dew/Sodo except she takes care of her hair ✨

Shorted whispy hair framing her face

Her hair looks blue in certain light, almost like an oil slick

Split ends? Couldn't be her

Favorite shampoo scent is mint

Will spend hours combing her hair

Prefers combs over brushes

Doesn't get bad bed head but her hair is super static-y.

Will wear twin braids when practicing or pin the braids to her head with clips

Hair always looks super elegant

Like Aurora her hair can't hold a curl

Doesn't use anything special to sleep with

Will wash every 3-5 days

Uses serums as needed but her hair is super hydrated

Very soft

Prefers not to be touched but will allow certain ghouls to braid it if asked

Is the one who bought the Dyson hair dryer, is super amused by everyone's feral reactions to it.

[everparanoid]

kisses in the rain w/ genshin men

various genshin men x gn!reader

a/n: I listened to Mitski's "Strawberry Blond" for Alhaitham's one especially. Also a lot of Hozier and "Northern Downpour" by P!ATD, but that's just normal for me so...anyways enjoy <3

cw: suggestive undertones, tooth-rotting fluff

characters: Diluc, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Ayato, Alhaitham, Itto

Diluc

“Although I don’t require one, you are welcome to use one if necessary.”

Diluc, typically reserved and private, has a rare soft spot for kisses in the rain. It’s during these moments of downpour that he allows his guard to drop, revealing a more tender side of himself. Imagine accompanying him on one of his hunting trips, camping out under the vast, open sky. The sudden patter of rain against the canvas of your tent lures you outside, where you find him sitting in the rain, seemingly at peace with the world. He sits there, unbothered by the rain soaking his clothes, his gaze lost in the rhythm of the falling droplets.

You join him, sitting beside him, sharing in this quiet moment. The world around you fades into a soft blur, leaving just the two of you and the gentle symphony of the rain. The kiss that follows is soft, tender, a delicate dance of rain-kissed lips. It starts as a gentle brush, a whisper of a touch that gradually deepens. Lips moving against lips; breath meeting and intermingling. His thumb gently traces the path of a raindrop on your cheek, his eyes closing for once outside the sanctuary of his home. In the solitude of the rain, when the world has retreated to seek shelter, it’s just the two of you. He holds you close, his heart echoing the rhythm of the rain. Each droplet, each kiss, is a silent prayer - a hope that the purity of the rain might cleanse the tainted spirits of the world, and perhaps, even his own. In these moments, under the veil of the rain, he allows himself to be vulnerable, to be tender, to simply be with you.

“If only rain could purify the tainted spirits of this earth.”

Neuvillette

“Ah, my apologies. This heavy rain must be quite an inconvenience for you.”

Neuvillette, much like Diluc, is a man of a more reserved and aloof nature, but unlike Diluc is neither here nor there about kisses in the rain. His solitude finds companionship in the rain, his contemplative frown mirroring the melancholy of the downpour. As the people of Fontaine seek refuge from the sudden shower, you spot him standing alone, his gaze lost in the vast expanse of open water. At first, he doesn’t notice your approach, so engrossed is he in his thoughts. But as your hand gently brushes his shoulder, he turns to face you. For the first time, you see the depth of sorrow in his eyes, a silent testament to the trials he has judged and the human emotions he has yet to understand.

It’s you who initiates the kiss in the rain after he apologises for the rain bothering you. His response is hesitant, unsure. As he, despite his years is still unfamiliar with human customs. But when you smile tenderly at him, whispering, “Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry,” something shifts. He kisses you again, this time with more certainty as if he’s found his anchor in the storm. The kisses remain comforting, a gentle balm to soothe the wounds of the soul. Out here in the rain, he allows himself a rare moment of vulnerability. A soft smile graces his lips as he relaxes into the kiss, his hands gently pulling you closer, cradling your back as if you were a delicate flower that might wilt under the weight of the world. With each tender kiss, the rain seems to abate, but the kiss doesn’t. It’s as if time itself has paused, allowing you both to find solace in each other amidst the chaos of the world. When the sun comes out Neuvillette steps back, and composing himself looks up to the sky.

“It’s over…”

Wriothesley

“Oh, it’s raining? That’s alright. A real problem would be if we could feel water dripping on our heads in the fortress of Meropide.”

Wriothesley is a man of preparation, so kisses in the rain are less common occurrences with him. On the rare occasions when he ventures out into the overworld, he carries an umbrella, a testament to his meticulous nature. However, one day when it rains, the sweetness of your shared kisses truly blossoms. Wriothesley, ever observant, notices you standing alone in the rain whilst waiting for him to arrive for your date. He stops, his gaze softening as he offers you shelter under his umbrella. You accept, and together, you walk in comfortable silence, the melodic patter of the rain on the umbrella the only sound accompanying your shared solitude. As you walk, he glances at you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the rain-soaked surroundings. At that moment, he leans in, laying a gentle kiss on your lips.

The world seems to stand still, the only movement being the falling raindrops, creating a symphony around you. The kiss, sweet and lingering, tastes like the rain, a perfect blend of the unexpected and the familiar. As you are still in public, Wriothesley is less likely to take it any further than a sheltered kiss, however, when you part he will smirk and tease you with the promise of more when you are behind closed doors. It’s safe to say you skipped the set plans for the date and made quick work of getting behind the promised closed doors. From then on, every time the sky darkens and the first drops of rain touch the ground, you find yourself yearning for those sweet, rain-kissed moments.

Ayato

Ayato, a man known for his cunning charm, finds a unique kind of romance in the rain. He relishes the thrill of a stolen kiss during a downpour, all while seeking temporary shelter under a Sakura blossom tree. The first time this happens, it’s an unplanned kiss, sparked by Ayato’s admiration for how the rain delicately adorns your lashes and moistens your lips. This unexpected moment occurs during a leisurely walk, a rare break for Ayato from his responsibilities with the Shuumatsuban, the Kamisato Clan, and the Yashiro Commission.

He pulls you close, intentionally seeking the sensation of your lips against his, fully aware that one of his associates is about to arrive. He cherishes how you cling to him, momentarily forgetting the respectful distance usually maintained when outside of his private quarters. He delights in hearing your composure break as he gently nibbles on your lips, drawing gasps from you.

When a throat clears in the distance and one of his associates makes their presence known, he suppresses a chuckle at the flustered expression that crosses your face when the intensifying kiss is interrupted by the timely arrival of an umbrella. What you don’t know is that each subsequent rain-kissed moment has been meticulously planned by Ayato. He intentionally invites you for walks on days he knows it will rain, because for him each rain-soaked kiss becomes a cherished memory, a testament to his affection, as beautiful and fleeting as the rain itself.

“Let’s take shelter for the time being. Don’t worry, one of my people will be here with umbrellas momentarily.”

Alhaitham

“Going out on a rainy day is the worst.”

Alhaitham isn’t one for kisses in the rain. He prefers the comfort of dry, warm places where he can indulge in his books in peace and tranquillity. However, since he met you, tranquillity has become a rare commodity. If he hasn’t distanced himself from you yet, it’s because he has grown to appreciate your whimsical bursts of chaos, which make the shared moments of peace even more precious. If you were to share a kiss with Alhaitham in the rain, it would either be because a sudden downpour interrupted a sunny day in Sumeru, or because you coaxed him out of the safety of a shelter at a festival that he attended merely for the food and to see you smile.

As you spin and clap your hands, lost in the rhythm of the dance, your clothes soaked and a bright smile on your face, the downpour only enhances the beauty of the festival of flowers. You notice Alhaitham leaning against a sheltered pillar, his arms folded, his focus locked on you. With a grin, you approach him with the grace of a fairy, taking his hands and pulling him into the rain despite his protests. He won’t dance, of course, but he’ll stand there, watching you dance around him, desire evident in his eyes, his hair soaked to his face. As you come to a stop before him, the world seems to fade away, your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes. The music merges with the sound of the downpour as you step closer till your lips meet his. Alhaitham warms ever so slightly, and he reciprocates the kiss. It’s not a dramatic kiss; there’s no touching or holding, the only point of contact is where your lips meet. As you pull away and spin off into the dancing crowds, you leave him yearning for more, his desire as palpable as the raindrops on his skin.

Itto

Itto, the ever-charismatic and headstrong Arataki gang leader, is known for his refusal to carry an umbrella, even when the skies threaten rain. You’ve always chalked this up to his stubbornness and his relentless pursuit of maintaining his ‘cool’ persona. Or perhaps, he simply doesn’t own an umbrella. On the other hand, you’re always prepared for the whims of the weather, armed with an umbrella when the forecast predicts rain. On one such rainy day, you find Itto, as expected, braving the rain without any cover. Seeing him soaked, you can’t help but want to share your umbrella with him. At first, he denies your offer but when it looks like the rain won’t be letting up he nearly snatches your umbrella from you trying to huddle under your small shelter.

Shocked, you try to tell him to calm down when a gust of wind sweeps in, snapping the umbrella in half, and leaving both of you exposed to the rain. You stare at the broken umbrella in disbelief, while Itto bursts into laughter. His laughter is infectious, and soon, you’re both laughing heartily, the rain forgotten. Once the laughter subsides, Itto looks at you, his eyes softening. He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. The rain only adds to the intensity of the kiss. Soaked to the skin, neither of you cares about the rain anymore. After all, it’s not every day you get to share a kiss in the rain with Itto. And though Itto may never carry an umbrella, you find that you don’t mind at all.

“True men don’t carry umbrellas, pff… Wow, it’s really picking up now, my word. Oh, come on, get yours out already! Come on, move quickly!”

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Kitten

7k words

Warnings: 18+ only! This is pure smut. A little dubcon. Your brother’s alpha besties want you but they’ve been so good for so long. What happens when a group trip turns into a one bed situation? Also reader is Sam’s long lost sister or something. Suspend your belief 😂 (I had to include some kind of Sam for our shared birthday)

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This really wasn’t supposed to happen.

They’re your brother’s friends. How did you end up like this?

They were supposed to be going on a boys fishing trip to celebrate your brother’s new job but he suddenly came down with something and wasn’t feeling up to it and, as his roommate and baby sister, they insisted you take his place. You didn’t know the first thing about fishing! But when it came to his two alpha buddies you got all tongue tied and your omega came spilling out like an over boiling pot. They were just so handsome and big and imposing and charismatic. They have great jobs and fancy cars and penthouse apartments. The ideal alphas.

It also didn’t help that you were a couple weeks away from your heat. It just makes their sway over you more powerful. They didn’t mean any harm. They were just used to being surrounded by other alphas. They didn’t know how to reign it in. Normally your brother was around as a buffer. You were rarely ever alone with them…

The two hour car ride was the longest you’d ever spent with just the two of them. They went on and on about baseball and beer and guns and other things you had absolutely no knowledge about so you just sat quietly in the back seat with your phone and your switch and prayed you were almost there.

But it would be fine! It was supposed to be a huge family suite with a bunch of rooms and a full kitchen and everything. You’d have your own space to retreat to if they became…too much for you.

But being there gave you absolutely no relief.

“I’m sorry!” The hotel front desk manager started after looking up your stay. “We accidentally overbooked and had to give away your room. We can rectify it tomorrow but tonight all we have is a single king.”

They readily agreed, not paying any attention to your protest. They said it would be fun. Like camping.

You never liked camping.

So now you stand between the rock that is Steve Rogers and the hard place that is Bucky Barnes.

“We’ll just take the floor, kitten,” Bucky smiles using the nickname they’ve called you since you were children. “I prefer it anyway. Better for my back.”

“Yeah. You get comfortable. Don’t worry about us,” Steve assures you. You just nod while the boys call down for extra pillows and blankets and food while you clean up from the long drive. It wasn’t super late but it was late enough that you weren’t going to do anything else tonight. The boys wanted to get up early. Apparently that’s when the fish are most active? The most you knew about fishing was from Animal Crossing and if any of that was true, they should be waiting for it to rain. Which reminds you that you that you need to water your flowers in your little digital town. You’ll do it as soon as you’re out of the shower…

Well, ain’t this some shit.

You didn’t exactly pack to share close quarters.

The only PJs you brought were mini shorts and cropped tank tops that were pretty much transparent in the right light. You should have brought a comfy sweater or something to cover up in but you wanted to pack light. You didn’t want to look like ‘that girl’ with a suitcase for every night. But at least you’d have a sleeping sweater…

You roll your eyes at your idiotic lack of foresight and choose the least see through ones and hope they don’t look too closely.

So much for that.

The second you walk back into the main room, two sets of blue eyes are on you. They suddenly forget all about their baseball, their beer, and their guns at the vision in front of them. Your soft curves are clearly visible through your lack of clothes: a sight they’ve only seen when the group goes swimming. They can barely keep it together with you prancing around in tiny fabric triangles that barely cover your wet and obviously cold body. But normally your brother was there to keep them at bay.

No older brother in sight. Just you left alone for the two of them. All. Weekend. Long.

Steve is the first one clear his throat and avert his gaze. “We ordered some pizzas. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yeah! Pizza’s great,” you smile nervously. “I’m done in the bathroom if either of you want a turn.”

Bucky doesn’t even spare Steve a glance as he makes his way to the bathroom. “Age before beauty,” he snarks at the blond leaving the two of you alone.

You just smile at the tall blond sitting on the edge of the bed before rifling through your luggage for your Switch unknowingly giving Steve the perfect view of your peach ass through your tiny shorts.

“Shit,” Steve breathes, tilting his head slightly to see what else you’re hiding under there.

“What was that?” You ask pulling yourself out from your duffle.

“Oh, nothing,” the blond says quickly snapping his head back to the TV. “Just the game. Crazy play…” he trails.

“Oh?” You smile and nod already knowing you won’t understand what’s going on so you don’t bother asking. You snuggle up against the pillows to play your game and ignore whatever sports ball game is on.

“What are you playing?” His voice doesn’t initially reach you as you shake your head and focus on the alpha watching you. When did Steve’s eyes get so pretty? They’re like kaleidoscopes of green and blue. Hmmmm…

Wait. He said something, didn’t he?

“I’m sorry?”

“What are you playing?” He asks again leaning back to see the screen of your handheld console.

“Animal Crossing,” you whisper. He’s so close you can feel the body heat radiating off of him. He’s never been this close…

“That game’s super popular lately, huh? Never tried it. I used to just play Halo and GTA when I was as your age.”

“GTA is pretty fun,” you smile.

“What’s an innocent little thing like you know about GTA?”

“I get on my brother’s PlayStation every once in a while,” you admit. “I’m not that innocent,” you giggle singing the song.

“I feel like we’ll be learning all kinds of things about you this weekend,” Steve laughs as his hand finds your ankle, stroking the smooth skin gently. You practically leap from your skin. He can’t do that! Can he? He can’t do it again…

And then he does, his rough fingers tracing the inside of your ankle, and a wave arousal spills from you like clockwork. His fresh rain and smoke scent washes over you heavily and a soft whimper escapes your lips.

You can’t do this! Not for a whole weekend!

A knock at the door has you leaping away from him, tugging your feet away quickly.

“Someone’s jumpy,” Steve laughs before getting the door. Saved by the bell. A hotel employee brings a stack of pillows, blankets, and towels before rolling in a cart with two pizza boxes and two pitchers of beer.”

“We figured you wouldn’t eat much,” Steve laughs grabbing a chilled glass and plate before leaning next to you on the bed.

“Food’s here?” Bucky grins stepping out of the bathroom in a pair of low hanging grey sweats. Just a pair of low hanging grey sweats…

So many muscles…so much outline…

You’re going to die here.

His hair was still wet and messy as he mimicked Steve; grabbing food and finding a spot on the other side of you on the bed.

“What’s up, kitten? You gonna eat?” He asks before taking a bite.

“Uh, yeah,” you whisper and slide out from between the two giant men. When did it get so hot? You’re suddenly glad for your lack of clothing.

There’s no chairs or a table in this room. It really is the barebones. It’s hard to believe that this is the same hotel with three bedroom suites.

You sit on the edge of the bed, taking Steve’s spot and nibbling on your food quietly.

“Kitten, you know we love you but you’re blocking the TV,” Bucky groans. “Come back up here.” No. No no no no. Not back there between those two big imposing men.

“Your spots still nice and warm for you,” Steve sighs patting the spot in between them. You didn’t need warmth. Warmth was the last thing you needed. But you slide your plate across the bed and scoot back between them.

“Ain’t this nice?” Bucky asks.

“You don’t want a drink, kitten?” Steve wonders.

“Oh no,” you smile. “Beer isn’t really my thing.”

“Shit! We should’ve ordered something for you. We should know you better by now,” Steve sighs.

“Rosé, huh, kitten?” Bucky asks guiltily.

“Yeah, a rosé would be nice but I’m fine,” you insist and shake your bottle of water before taking a sip.

“That’s no fun kitten. We want you to drink with us. I’ll call down and get a bottle.” A whole bottle? Oh no! You attempt to stop the brunet alpha but he’s already on the phone ordering their best bottle.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten. We’ll pay for it,” Steve laughs. That’s not the problem! You almost shout at him but then he uses that alpha influence on you. “Sit back and relax. Please.”

“O-okay,” you whisper and settle back into the pillows.

“Who knew you could be so obedient?” Bucky laughs hanging up the phone. “You never listen to your brother like that?”

These two are not your brother.

“Did you see that play?” Steve shouts.

“He’s going! He going! He’s going!”

“Come on, Evans! Fuck yeah! You’re going to owe me a fortune at the end of the season,” Steve laughs.

“My bracket’s going to turn around. Just you wait, punk.”

“Whatever, jerk.” You smile at their antics. You’ve heard it your entire life but it never stopped being adorable.

“You two are cute.” The words slip from your mouth before you get a chance to stop yourself. Their blue gazes are back on you in an instant.

“Cute, huh?” Bucky smirks, biting his bottom lip slightly. Oh no.

“You would know, wouldn’t you?” Steve grins leaning slightly closer to you. No no no no! You almost claw your way out from between them when there’s another knock at the door. Thank God!

You move to get up but Bucky presses your thigh back down. “Sit. I got it.” He returns only to hand you a glass of wine. “Drink up. You have a whole bottle to get through.”

“There’s no way I’ll finish that, Bucky,” you laugh taking the glass with both hands.

“You won’t know until you try, kitten,” Steve smirks poking your nose with his index finger.

These two are going to kill you.

You’re soon giggling at Bucky’s jokes and leaning into Steve’s touch after your third glass of wine.

“You should’ve seen him. He was puking over the railing. Those poor fish!” Bucky laughs at the man behind you’s expense. Steve attempts to fight off his own laughter, gripping your waist and pulling you closer against him as you laugh at Bucky’s story.

“Whatever. You keep talking shit. I’m going to take a shower,” Steve chuckles and pulls away from you.

“So, kitten, tell me about your first date?”

“What?” You laugh, taking a sip of your wine.

“We told you about ours. I wanna hear about yours,” Bucky smiles running his hand up your thigh.

“Oh, it really isn’t all that interesting. It was just this guy in high school. We went to the movies. I think we saw Superbad or one of those Michael Cera movies. He tried to kiss me before my mom could come get me up but I wasn’t feeling it.”

“You wouldn’t kiss a guy after one of Michael Cera’s attempts at acting?”

“No,” you giggle. “He’s a fine actor. I just wasn’t feeling it,” you shrug.

“Alright, tell me about your first kiss then.”

“My first…?” You ask scrunching your brows up at the alpha. “Umm, well…”

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been kissed,” Bucky laughs leaning a little closer. His hand hitches a little higher on your hip, gripping what’s exposed of your ass. Any other time you would have been running as far away from him as possible but right now his sandalwood and lavender scent is going to send you straight into an early heat.

“Promise not to laugh?” You ask looking up at him through your lashes.

“I won’t. Scouts honor.”

“Like you were ever a scout,” you smile in disbelief. “Well, I didn’t have it until college.”

“Late bloomer, huh?”

You nod. “I went to my first ever college party and got really wasted and I was dancing with this guy.”

“Recipe for disaster,” Bucky grins, pulling you a little closer. You happily curl into him, slotting your leg between his. Your hand comes to rest on his lower stomach. You’ve never felt such strong abs before. You can’t help but feel a little bit. You hope he doesn’t mind.

“I told you not to laugh!” You smile.

“You’re telling the story so dramatically I can’t help it.”

You groan softly and continue your story. “So I was dancing with this guy and my friends were ready to leave so we left and he came with us. Walked with us all the way across campus, it had to have been a couple of miles and he lived close to where the party was.”

“He was trying to get some,” Bucky laughs spanking you softly.

“He was! And he wasn’t subtle about it at all! We were plotting how to ditch him the entire walk. So my friend, Milly, said just make out with him and we’ll have the automatic doors at the dorm lock him out. She didn’t know I’d never kissed a guy so I was just dreading it. Like, why do I care how this guy thinks I kiss but we made it to the dorm. They’re looking at me expectantly, waiting to slam the auto doors on this poor kids face. I just copied what I’d seen on TV, lured him right into the doorway and I just went for it. I literally puffed out my cheeks and pressed my lips against his and he tried to stick his tongue in my mouth and it was horrible! It scared me so much, I stepped back before the girls said go but Milly was on the wrestling team so she has lightning fast reflexes and she slammed the door right on his tongue.” You can’t help the laughter that spills from you and Bucky’s soon follows. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!” You cry pressing your hand against his chest.

“How could you expect me not to laugh at that?” He chuckles. “Poor fucker. Didn’t know what he was getting into with a feisty little omega like you.”

“Feisty? Me?” You laugh.

“Yes, you,” Steve laughs from behind you, sliding back into the bed freshly washed and in only a thin pair of boxers and a tank top. “What’d you do, kitten?” His strong arms wrap around your waist pulling you slightly from Bucky’s grip. One hand splays across you stomach and the other rest a little too high on your ribs to be friendly.

“She was telling me about her first kiss. She’s an evil little thing.”

“Oh, not our kitten. She’s an angel,” Steve admits nuzzling his face in your neck. It feels so good. To be wrapped in two pairs of strong arms. Both their scents settle over you so comfortably. You wish you could drown in it. You practically purr at their touch. In fact…

“Kitten,” Bucky laughs. “Are you purring?”

“No!” You deny quickly pressing away from them. “We should really get ready for bed-”

“Aw, come on, kitten,” Bucky sighs pulling you back down into his embrace. “Hang out with us.” Hang out? The last thing these two were doing was hanging out but you fall back into his arms anyway. “Was your second kiss any better?” Bucky asks distracting you from Steve’s touch.

“W-well, yeah. They were all much better after that.”

“So, you’re a pretty good kisser, huh?” Steve asks pressing his lips against your neck then licking at the sensitive skin there just above your scent gland. “Do you kiss as good as you taste?”

“Wha-! No! Steve!” You whine squirming under his touch.

“Kitten, really. I wish you’d relax for us,” Bucky sighs. “You haven’t slammed anymore tongues into doors?”

You shake your head no while Bucky’s hand grips your ass, pulling you into him and right into something more stiff than his abs but they don’t even give you a chance to react to that.

“Can you show me, kitten? How you kiss?” Steve asks softly, his hand snaking under your tiny shirt and pressing you down onto your back.

“Stevie, Bucky, w-we really shouldn’t be doing this,” you whine looking up into Steve’s ocean eyes. He really does have beautiful eyes.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Bucky asks pressing kisses to your bare shoulder. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“We’d never hurt you, kitten. You have no idea how long we’ve waited to get you away from your brother.”

“Practically since you presented.”

“That long?” You whisper, attempting to look at Bucky.

“You developed all these tantalizing curves, kitten. How could we resist?” There are hands all over your body. You can’t tell which ones belong to who. All you know is that you don’t want them to stop.

“We know you want us,” Steve sighs pressing your tiny shirt up over your breasts. “Your scent is fucking intoxicating.”

“And it spikes like crazy when we’re around. Just let us make you feel good, kitten. If you hate it, we’ll leave you alone,” Bucky promises.

“But we know you’ll love it.” Steve presses down your body and nips at your breast. You whine, spreading your legs to accommodate his large body.

“See? You already love it,” Bucky chuckles. He finally presses his lips to yours and it practically takes your breath away.

“Bucky,” you whimper against his lips as his scents spikes for you.

“Fuck,” Steve groans against your nipples. “Open up for us. Good girl, kitten.” You whine as your core clenches around nothing. You need them. You’ve never needed anyone more in your life. A set of fingers find your clothed core and you arch off the bed dramatically. “Warm her up for me, Buck?”

“You got it, pal,” Bucky chuckles around your lips. So many of your senses were firing at once. You didn’t know what to focus on. Steve’s tongue on your nipples and Bucky’s fingers at your clit. Fuck. It was all too much.

“Please,” you whisper not knowing what you wanted but you needed it.

“Please?” Steve chuckles. “Whatever you want, kitten. We’ll give it to you.”

“But you gotta tell us,” Bucky mutters. His fingers clear your tiny shorts and make contact with your naked pussy. You gasp at the feeling making them both chuckle softly.

“What can we do for you?” Steve asks.

“I-I wanna-I wanna-“

“You wanna what, kitten?” Steve’s mouth sucks at your sensitive nipples and Bucky’s fingers press against your quivering clit.

“Wanna cum!” You whine sharply.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky chuckles and pulls away from you along with Steve.

“Wai-! Where are you going?” You pant as they sit back to watch you.

“We need to get rid of all these clothes first,” Steve explains and presses your legs together to pull off your shorts while Bucky tugs your tiny top over your head. Then they work on themselves. Your eyes widen as you watch them peel off their bottoms, revealing their hard red leaking cocks.

“What’s wrong, kitten? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” Bucky smirks as he tosses away his sweats and grips his heavy erection, a steady stream leaking from it’s tip and making his scent so much more heady.

“You’re alright. Just relax,” Steve’s scent permeates beyond Bucky’s settling over you like a weighted blanket as he strips revealing his own giant cock. Precum bubbles out of his tip in thick globs making you gulp.

“Y-you’re both so big,” you whisper.

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Steve laughs. “We’ll get you nice and warmed up. You’ll barely feel us.” Barely!? You want to run away but you’re paralyzed under their gaze. “Now, let me get a real taste of you.” Steve tugs your legs up over his shoulders until you’re dangling with the top of your head on his lap and staring blankly at a now upside down Bucky. You don’t even have time to think about it before his tongue licks a strip up your core and you’re left screaming for him.

“Told you we’d make you feel good,” Bucky chuckles. “Now look at you. In the perfect position to fill up that cute little hole.”

“Wh-“ But you’re cut off by Bucky tapping his tip against your bottom lips. “That’s not gonna fit!” You protest but it’s on deaf ears as he presses past your lips into your hot, wet mouth.

“See? We know what we’re doing, kitten. Trust us,” Bucky sighs as he strokes himself against your lips. A hand wraps around one of yours and guides it around his thick member, showing you how hard to squeeze. “There you go, kitten. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck. How long do you think she can stay like this, Stevie?”

Steve pulls away long enough to mutter, “Until she cums,” before diving back into your hot pussy.

You whine around your oral burden feeling the blood simultaneously rush to your head and your core until you feel like you’ll pass out from the pressure. Your whimpers get more frantic and your attention on Bucky’s cocks gets more spotty until you’re legs are clamped around Steve’s head for dear life. You get so close as everything gets so dark and fuzzy around the edges. You can’t hold on anymore. Your eyes flutter shut just as sparkles burst behind your lids and you cum flooding into Steve’s awaiting mouth.

Fuck…

Fuck!

Your eyes wretch open at the impossible stretch inside your core. “Ah! Ahhh! Stevie! Bucky!” You cry out softly as the walls of flesh around you start to console you.

“Hey! Hey, kitten. You’re okay. Calm down,” Steve instructs, his scent starting to lull you into a sense of security as his fingers stroke your cheek gently.

“We told you you’d barely feel it,” Bucky laughs from behind you.

You feel it now! He feels impossibly large and how is he fucking you twice?

You glance down to see between your and Steve’s bodies.

No. No no no no! You let out a strangled scream as the pain of having two monster cocks inside of you starts register.

“Hey! Relax!” Bucky barks. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Being this full of us?”

“Just imagine being full of our babies,” Steve grunts.

“Fuck, you’d look so beautiful. All round with huge, leaking tits,” Bucky chuckles as his fingers dance across your hard nipples.

“You aren’t on birth control, are you?”

“N-no,” you whisper, smothering your face is Steve’s shoulder.

“Good,” they both reply at once. Not good. You weren’t ready for babies. You didn’t even have a mate…

“Stop,” Bucky calls to his partner sensing your distress first. “What wrong, kitten?”

“Tell us. Let us fix it,” Steve seconds as they both still inside of you.

You can barely think straight with them stretching you like this let alone reply.

“Can’t-can’t have a baby,” you strain.

“Why not?” Steve asks, stroking your braids from your face before cupping your face.

“I-we-we’re not-“

“Out with it, kitten,” Bucky groans smacking the side of your ass.

“Bucky,” Steve reprimands. “Talk to us, kitten.”

“We’re not mated!” You finally moan into Steve’s shoulder.

“Oh?” Steve laughs.

“Is that all?” Bucky chuckles. “Don’t worry about that.”

“You’ll have marks all over you by Sunday. No one will ever question who you belong to,” Steve smirks before gripping your hips and beginning to thrust into you anew. Bucky follows suit and you wonder just how much the human body can take before it splits in half. It’s too much. Far too much. They’re too big! They take up too much space in your little body. Just when you think you’ll pass out again Steve grumbles that he’s going to cum and Bucky mimics his notion shortly afterwards.

“Please, please, please,” you chant, slurring your speech with how close your own release is.

Then one of them hits that spot just right and you’re screaming for them, clinching around them enough that they cum spilling inside of you. And then you’re left screaming again as their knots pop into place keeping all that essence bottle up inside you as they continue to spew their seed.

You gasp as you feel your belly bloat with all of it, bowing outward against Steve’s strong abs.

“Too much!” You whine at the feeling. Too full. Too tight. Too heavy. Far too much.

“Hey! I know. I know. It’s a lot. Hang in there for us,” Bucky attempts to soothe but you immediately feel another round of hot cum paint your insides and ballooning your stomach even more.

“Can’t!” You cry but both men rub your arms and your face, attempting to calm you just enough to get you on your side. Bucky’s hand finds your bloated stomach and rubs soft circles into it while Steve whispers sweet praises in your ear.

“You were so good for us, kitten. The best girl we could ask for. You gonna hold on to all that hot cum and make us a bunch of babies?” You can only nod slightly as you attempt to get comfortable. Your quickened breaths eventually get heavier as you start to doze off. “There you go, kitten. Get some rest. You deserve it.”

“She’s tight as a drum, Stevie,” Bucky sighs as his fingers find your navel. It’s straining against the need to pop to give the cum inside you a little extra room.

“We might have over done it,” Steve chuckles until he feels his partner starting to strain against his knot. “The fuck are you doing?

“She’s just so hot like this. I can’t help it,” Bucky groans as he humps into their little partner.

“Fuck, Buck!” Steve hisses trying to ignore the friction against his own cock. “You’re gonna make me cum!” But Bucky just ignores him thrusting shallowly into you while you sleep.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fu-“ Bucky sighs cumming into you once more and pulling Steve closely behind with him. You whimper softly in your sleep as your tummy bows out even more.

“Fuck, Buck! No more. She can’t handle it,” Steve says with an air of authority as he holds you against him protectively.

“I’m exhausted anyway,” the brunet yawns and cups your breast and your stomach as he follows you into sleep.

You wake up far more bloated than you remember when you fell asleep but at least both your alphas knots had gone down.

Your alphas…

It was interesting to think of them like that after so long of them being your brother’s friends. Your alphas sounds…nice.

You scramble from between the two sleeping giants and rush to the bathroom to release the load they deposited in you. You watch your bloated stomach deflate and wonder what pregnancy would be like.

You quickly shake your head of the thought. No babies without mating! You don’t care how much your omega instincts want to take over, that was never going to happen!

You return to the main room and find Bucky and Steve had turned into more comfortable positions without being knotted inside of you. You still crawl in between them and curl over Bucky’s chest in exhaustion.

“Hey? You alright?” He yawns feeling your weight as you nuzzle into him. You just nod and attempt to snuggle further into his chest. “Hang on. I want my pick of spots. Sit up for a second.” You sleepily obey, sitting on your heels before him while he scrutinizes you. He tilts your head to the left and bares his fangs into your shoulder right above your scent gland. Your eyes widen at how simple it is. No posturing. No rituals. Just a mark and you already feel more drawn to him. “There. All mine,” Bucky smiles proudly. “Punk! Wake up and claim her!” You can’t help but giggle at the two before you slide into Steve’s arms. You hold up your head on the opposite side of Bucky’s for him and that’s it. He’s marked you for life. You feel his pull start to tug you in as well as you press a kiss to his lips. You crawl from his arms and attempt to curl back in between them.

“You are far too active for a pregnant woman,” Steve mutters turning over to face you. “It obviously didn’t take and we need to try again.”

“I agree,” Bucky laughs only for you to protest and use the sheets as a shield against them.

“We have all weekend, right? You two can destroy me again tomorrow?”

Bucky smirks at you knowingly before averting his gaze to Steve. “Only if that’s a promise, ‘mega.” Your eyes widen at your brunet alpha.

“Goodnight, kitten,” Steve wishes and presses a kiss to your temple. “Get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

You were suddenly very awake.

“Kitten? Rise and shine, my beautiful little omega.” You curl further into the sheets after hearing your name.

“Too early,” you mumble.

“What happened to you being ours today? You promised.” You whine softly and peek from the pillows to see Bucky watching you expectantly. He’s already dressed for the day and so is Steve as he rubs your back from behind you. So sore. You wiggle your hips hoping to alleviate the pain but it doesn’t help.

“We should let her sleep in,” Steve sighs pulling you closer to him.

“She’s fine,” Bucky insists. “Get up and get dressed.” You stretch against Steve’s body, the sheets falling away from you and instantly reminding you that you’re completely naked. You let out a soft gasp and cover your chest out of instinct completely forgetting about last night’s activities.

“Shy all of the sudden?” Steve laughs and kisses your cheek. “You don’t have to hide from us. Come on. Get up.” You roll from the bed and stumble into the bathroom as the events from the previous evening start to flood your mind. You’re mated now. To your brother’s best friends...

He’s going to kill them.

Your eyes widen at the thought before you catch yourself in your reflection. Your braids are a tangled mess but under them you see two sets of semi circular marks on either side of your neck. You really are theirs now.

A shutter runs through your body and ends right at your core.

Theirs.

Your alphas.

This is kind of a lot to spring on someone after one night. You laugh at the situation. You never in a million years thought you’d be mated to Steve and Bucky. Sure you fantasized about it but it was never something you thought would become your reality.

You emerge from the bathroom freshly dressed in a short sun dress. “There she is,” Bucky smiles and pulls you into his arms. “You look so cute all dolled up for us.” You stand on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. He hums positively and pulls you back for more.

Steve chuckles from behind you. “Let her go so we can get some food. Gotta keep our little omega fed.”

You giggle and grab Steve’s hand as he leads you down to the hotel restaurant.

Your first time in public as a mated omega is interesting. All the attention you’re used to getting is gone? Well, not really gone. Alphas still look but they notice the marks you proudly bare on your neck and quickly glance away. It also didn’t help that your alphas were constantly all over you: making your plate, feeding you, making sure you got exactly what you wanted.

“Grab a jacket and something to keep you entertained,” Bucky instructs when you head back to the room.

“Am I going fishing with you guys?” You ask, stretching and yawning. You just wanted to go back to sleep. Steve gives you a positive hum while he gathers his things. “I can just hang out here. Get a massage or something,” you suggest. “Maybe a bigger room will be ready and I can move our stuff…”

“Nah, you can’t do that by yourself,” Bucky denies. “And we want you with us, kitten. It’ll be fun. Better than this stuffy hotel.”

“If you insist,” you sigh and follow them out to the truck. It’s a short drive to their fishing spot, maybe a little over half an hour. They’re quiet as the set up their gear so you set up a folding chair out of their way and work on your town.

“Kitten, you didn’t think you’d sit over there with your game all day, did you?” Bucky laughs calling you over. He grips your thigh under your dress and places a kiss on your hand.

“Is this fishing? Sitting around in the sun by the water?” You ask seeing their set up: a case of beers and a baseball game streaming on one of their iPads. How were they even getting a signal out here?

“Basically,” Steve smirks up at you, those beautiful eyes squinting in the sun. “I’m glad you wore a dress today. Less to work around.”

“Huh?” You question dumbly.

“Kitten, you remember how you promised to make us a baby this weekend?” Bucky asks pulling you closer by your leg.

“Right now?” You blanch looking around the forested landscape.

“Yes, right now. We have plenty of time.”

“What if someone sees?” You ask quietly.

“They’d get a beautiful show,” Steve sighs as Bucky’s hand snakes further up your leg to find your panties. He repositions you between his thighs before tugging the little piece of fabric down your legs. Bucky presses a kiss to your stomach just before his fingers find your slit.“Bucky,” you whisper, your face heating in embarrassment.

“Open up for me, kitten.” He kicks your feet apart and you fall into him, gripping his shoulders to keep your balance. His fingers tuck into your core, making a beaconing motion and immediately finding that spot he abused the night before. You let out a soft shriek as you grip his strong shoulders. Bucky lets out a satisfied hum and kisses your cleavage. “You’re so perfect for us. So glad we have you.”

“My alphas,” you breathe.

“Our perfect little omega,” Steve sighs stepping behind you hiking up your skirt over your ass. “With the best ass on the planet,” you hear the smile in his voice right before he smacks your ass roughly. “Open her up a little more for me, Buck.”

Bucky grips your ass and pulls your knees over his thighs on his folding chair. “Shit. Hold on,” Bucky grunts and stands with your legs around his waist. “Jacket, Stevie?”

Steve lays his jacket down for you to rest your knees on.

“Thank you, Stevie,” you smile.

“Anything for you, kitten.” Steve kisses you but you chase after his lips wanting more, both of their scents calming your nerves a little.

“Is this the same omega who was worried about being caught?” Bucky laughs gripping your bare ass.

“Bucky,” you giggle squirming in his grip.

“Calm down. We’re going to fuck you no matter what,” Steve jokes and kisses you once more. Bucky sits back down with your legs spread open for Steve, you can already feel your juices slipping from your core for them.

“There’s still some cum in you, kitten,” Steve sighs, swiping his fingers through your folds.

“I-it’s your fault,” you whimper.

Steve hums back, the sound of it runs straight down to your core. “My fault? It seems like I have a little kitten who needs to learn to clean up her messes.”

You drop your face into the bend of Bucky’s neck and inhale his scent. It’s so potent and heady you can barely think straight.

“Someone’s getting a little hazy,” Bucky sighs. “Your heat starting, kitten?”

“N-no!” You quickly deny and pull away from him.

“It’s okay. Come back.” He pulls you back into his embrace. “It’s okay if you can’t control it. That’s why we’re here.”

“Let us take care of that pesky heat,” Steve sighs. “You just be our sweet little omega.”

“Speaking of being our sweet little omega, do you wanna mark us, kitten?” Bucky asks pressing his lips to the mark Steve left on your shoulder.

“Y-you want me to…?” You question, your lids starting to feel heavy from the hormones suddenly overtaking your system.

Bucky gives you an affirmative hum, his lips never leaving your skin.

The thought never crossed your mind. You always assumed you’d belong to your alpha. Not the other way around.

It didn’t seem normal. Or, at least, no one ever talked about it.

“You’re sure you want me?” You whisper, trying to fight back the heat for a moment. It was coming no matter what at this point. It’s just a matter of letting it come.

“Kitten, we told you last night. We’ve wanted you for years,” Steve sighs, tilting your head back so you can see him.

“But you’re like a skittish little cat. You run at the first sign of danger. So we had to corner you,” Bucky adds trailing his fingers along your exposed cleavage.

“Get you alone, away from that protective brother of yours,” Steve smirks and kisses your forehead before releasing you.

“We want you, kitten. We have rooms made for you at our homes. Our kitchens are stocked with your favorite foods on the off chance you might come by. We just need you to submit.”

“B-both of you?” You breathe, glancing between the two of them.

“We’re a package deal, sweetheart,” Steve chuckles.

You watch Bucky’s chest for a moment, your fingers gripping his Henley lightly. You glance up at his blue eyes before shifting your gaze to his scent gland.

You nod slightly before leaning down to meet his skin. You kiss the area, trailing kisses until you find the perfect spot for your mark. Then you bite down hard and Bucky’s scent explodes for you. A fresh wave a slick coats your core and you almost feel faint.

“…so good,” you sigh out, mostly to yourself.

“If you like that, just wait for my rut,” Bucky grunts in your ear making your face heat. Everything suddenly feels so hot and your skin is so sensitive.

“My turn?” Steve asks, picking you up to cradle you against his chest. You nod and wrap your arms around his shoulders. You nuzzle against his neck, finding the perfect spot on him as well. Your lips explore his skin before you finally bite down. A whine escapes you as Steve’s scent overwhelms your senses. You grip his shoulders as a cramp runs through your body.

“Fuck, kitten, I felt that,” Steve groans.

“You need someone to scratch that itch?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more than an itch, Buck. She needs to get fucked,” Steve laughs and places you back in his lap.

“Is that right, kitten? You need to get fucked?” A soft whine escapes your lips as you squirm in Bucky’s lap.

You nod weakly. There’s no use in hiding it now. They know you carnally. They feel everything you feel and they definitely feel the slick dripping down your thighs.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs. Steve spreads your lips with his fingers and thrusts in so slowly you feel every ridge and vein adorning his cock. The moan that escapes your lips is feral. You need this. You need them.

Steve completely buries himself in you and your jaw falls open dumbly.

“Fuck,” Steve groans. “You feels amazing, kitten.”

You feel your core clinch around him so tightly it’s almost painful.

Bucky lifts you up while you’re still impaled on Steve’s cock. He unzips his own pants and spreads your cheeks. His fingers wipe up the slick seeping out of your core before fingering your puckered hole.

“Deep breath kitten,” he sighs as he massages your insides, spreading the slick until you’re nice and slippery. “Keep breathing for me.”

Then you feel him. His thick head starting to breech that hole where it definitely shouldn’t.

“Too big,” you whine and struggle between them but before you know it, Bucky is fully sheathed within you.

Part of starts to panic as your heart and breaths race.

“Calm down, little omega. We’re gonna take care of you,” Steve coos.

“Very good care of you,” Bucky agrees.

You return to the hotel and the woman at the front desks apologizes again and hands Steve the keycards to the room he initially booked. The three of you look at each other before Steve speaks. “Actually, do you have any king suites available?”

You let your alphas carry your luggage to your new room. There were much more amenities than the last one. A kitchenette, a jacuzzi, a separate living room and bedroom.

“This a little better kitten?” Bucky asks wrapping his arms around your waist.

You nod and accept a kiss. Your phone vibrates on the table and a picture of your brother pops up on the screen. You pull away from Bucky’s grip and press a kiss to his lips before answering your phone.

“Hey, Sammy! How you feeling?”

“Way better! So I drove out to meet you guys. I knew you didn’t want to be left alone with those jokers for too long.” Your eyes widen and meet Bucky’s gaze like a deer in a set of headlights.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks throwing himself on the bed after he finishes unpacking again.

“Um, S-Sam…Sam is-Sam is…”

Bucky plucks the phone from your fingers. “Hello?” Bucky asks all concern but his face quickly lights up. “Hey! Yeah! Come on up. Room 532.” He hangs up your phone and places it back in your hands. “Sammy’s here,” he tells Steve as if it’s completely normal.

“Cool! I’m glad he’s feeling better.”

“The couch pulls out. I’m not moving rooms again,” Bucky sighs and pulls you to the bed.

“Wait!” You cry. “He-he’s gonna know. He’s gonna kill us!”

“I’d like to see him try,” Bucky laughs rubbing your stomach comfortably. “What are we doing for dinner?”

“I was just looking…there’s a steak house in town, twenty minutes away.”

“Steak sounds good. Anything for our kitten there?”

“They have salmon, shrimp risotto, oh! Lobster ravioli! You love lobster ravioli.” You do love lobster ravioli but your brother is about to see that his two best friends obviously fucked his little sister and you were all about to be on his shit list.

How can they be so calm about this?

There’s a knock at the door all too soon before you could even start to process a defense for the situation.

Steve gets up to answer the door and you hear the two best friends greet each other. Sam sounds so happy.

Too happy!

You start to panic when Bucky’s hand finds yours.

“Hey, relax. We’ll handle this. That’s what alphas are for.”

“Where my baby sister?” You hear Sam call and you pull away from Bucky and stumble from the bedroom. Steve brushes your lower back as you step up to Sam. You look up into his brown eyes and he instantly knows something is off.

He inhales your scent and sets a glare on Steve. “You fucked my little sister.” It wasn’t a question.

“Can you blame us, Sam? We’ve wanted her for far too long. We weren’t going to pass this up.”

“We? Both of you?” His gaze falls back on you. “Are you okay?”

You cock your head to the side. Are you okay? You let out a laugh and fall into a fit of giggles. “Surprisingly, I survived,” you breathe out through your laughter.

“Are you okay with this?” Sam asks once you sober.

You glance between the two men on either side of you. “I’m really happy, actually. They’re perfect,” you smile and grip Steve’s hand.

Sam glances between the three of you. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Anyway, we were thinking steak for dinner. You hungry?” Bucky asks and grabs Sam’s bag off of his shoulder.

“Starving,” Sam sighs. “Traffic was horrible.”

“Right? Poor kitten’s switch died and she was stuck just listening to us. She’s a fucking saint for that.” You giggle falling into Bucky’s chest.

“I think I fell asleep at some point,” you smile.

“And the room situation has been a nightmare. You don’t mind sleeping on the pull out?” Steve asks leading your brother into the room.

“Let me guess, they were out of three bedrooms and it was the one bed situation and now I have to watch my sister and my two best friends act like mates?”

“Yeah! That’s exactly it, actually,” Steve laughs.

“And we did mate her. You’re pretty good at this, Samuel,” Bucky smirks.

Sam looks between the three of you absolutely dumbfounded. “Alright,” he lets out a shaky exhale. “Give me a few days to adjust to this. Please.”

Bucky grins cheekily. “Should we start calling you brother, yet?”

“What about ‘a few of days’ aren’t you getting, Buck?”

“Your sister’s anything but quiet so you’re gonna hear about it all night,” Steve smirks.

“You know what, I’m just going to get my own room. I don’t wanna hear it.” You giggle softly at your brother’s comment. “Just don’t hurt my sister and you three can do whatever you want.”

“You know we could never, Sammy,” Steve grins.

“At least not in a way she wouldn’t beg for,” Bucky smirks.

“Stop! I told you I don’t wanna hear it. I’m not listening,” Sam calls before grabbing his bag and heading back downstairs.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if the only room left was the one next door?” Steve hums, pulling you closer and resting his chin on your head.

“Or the one we just left,” Bucky muses.

“Fine! I’ll get a different hotel!” Sam groans making you laugh again.

“Be nice, boys. We’ll behave.”

“You have to behave first, kitten,” Steve mutters before pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Definitely staying in a different hotel,” Sam sighs.

“Yeah, whatever,” Bucky smirks. “Like you’ll leave her alone with us for another night. Let’s go get some food.”

Master List

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 1

It is pretty set in clear for me as I descend in to the hallway from my elevator shaft as the owner of a campaign for Mark K Lawrence enter through the swinging door and the light blows up through the glass. Shining through the hallway as I offer all of my hand to shake as he takes it tightly when I press the button as the door pops open to see him and we short up to the top yes the pent house. We step on to the main floor in fresh but yes in excitement as my beautiful and massively humongous office space, he is lost in utter wonder because he can’t believe what I am managing to succeedover time because I rule it now. I invite him to take a seat with a gesture of my hand as he props down happily, I go to my side of the black desk unlocking the key to the door yanking a paper as I place it onto the table and slide it off and he quickly begins to over look before I sign it. He signs the paper as the window shades are falling down, the locks to the doors go wild settling us in to our seats as the floor begins to level itself floor to floor and soonwe free fall to the basement level when it drip shaking the floor.My clients look’s completely in awe, shook and wonder as he notices I have disappear from sight and he sees me once more now across the room waving at him and then I flip the switch as the glass turns black and the pipes unload allowing the gas to seep through.He fell to the ground falling into a very deep even deeper coma like state swooping into all through the room as everything in the room transforms in to a grandiose house and after about a hour or so he woke up to a certain type of scent. He woke up to find his eye popping open to see his reflection in the glass, well not his own reflection it’s a tall almost godly figure starring back at him and it was Alexander Skarsgard because I will soon claim him as mine.The man smiling standing upward till he is at full height flowing through the room as he is taking a second lifting his arm in the air in a small effort inhaling his scent and I love yo watch him lose it unknowingly succumbing to me. He hops in to the shower letting the water rain down on him as he uses soap to be able to scrub his body with soap suds himself up and soon the bubbles fly through the air it is awesome as the water washes off of him he is cleansing Alexander of himself.

“Look at this fucking tall Nordic body”

“I am such hot catch…ooh this ass”

“I thought this was joke”

“Yes! Most people call fraud “

“Unfortunately! Did you read the paper work thoroughly.”

“Yes! I have to make appearances.”

“Yeah no! I own you”

“Excuse me? What ?”

“Hope you know! You will see soon”

“You can’t do this…you can’t I”

“Yes Master! Say it to me”

“Fuck Yes! Yes Master”

“What do you see?”

“Looking in to my eyes “

“They are spiraling, I am in your power “

“My thrall! I consume you “

“Suit up for me! Put on the dress suit”

“As you please, my wish is your command “

I appear in the room with him walking in all past the guards through the mirror to meet as well as greet my new slave to who his awe and surprise he spun about to see him with love. He has no idea what to say to me as everything comes back to him all the information he lost and new information about the man he is about to replace in life.He smiles at me telling me he is back to my side as he races down to the staircase to the kitchen, as he begins to cook up crazy Storm making breakfast as he brings it up with a tray and walks back up through the staircase. He pulls a table in to the room setting up a breakfast made for two, with flowers cover the table up till the edges and fill to the brim with glorious amount of food everywhere to serve me and enjoy my self before my many plans unfold.He stood tall over me, the room and table his shadow overcast me for a life time of pleasure as he bends over planting a kiss so mesmerizing it could have distracted me from my unfurling plans to rule the world over all.

“How do you feel about your life now?”

“Oh Master! It’s my dreams come true”

“We have so much to do but first “

“Take a cup fill it wine”

“Pour the vile of my blood in”

“Blood? Why?”

“DO IT!”

“Yes Master! Fuck it smells”

“You love it! You are addicted “

“I am addicted “

“Yeah! I love it”

“Drink it up”

“So tasty”

“We are bound together “

“Forever “

“Mmmmm!”

“You are such a girl “

“Yay! I am pussy “

“Take off that shirt…white is so ugly “

“Ugh! You are right “

“May I find a better one?”

“As I wish! Please do! Yuck!”

“Oh course I did it! I am sorry Master”

“For what?”

“Being a fuck up”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You know me so well like no other “

The end

[herstoryheaven]

Descendants Carlos de Vil x Reader: Dating Headcanons

Request: Hiii could you do a dating headcanons of Carlos De Vil? With female reader please.

Reader: Female

Word count: 907

Average reading time: 3 min 20 sec

Category: Fluff 

Warnings: None

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Disclaimer: All events portrayed in my stories are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Any actions or behaviours portrayed by the characters may differ from reality and cannot be connected to any actual person. This work is purely fictional and intended for entertainment purposes only.

Sweet Good Mornings: Carlos is always the first to text you in the morning. His messages are filled with sweet words like, "Good morning, love! I hope you have the best day today. I love you so much!" If you wake up together, he'll gently brush his lips against your forehead and whisper, "Morning, beautiful. Did you sleep well?"

Thoughtful Surprises: Carlos loves surprising you with little gifts and gestures. He'll hand you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, grinning as he says, "I saw these and thought of you." Sometimes, you'll find a handwritten note tucked into your bag with a simple, "Can't wait to see you later, my love." And when he plans a spontaneous date night, he’ll look into your eyes and say, "Go get ready love, I’m taking you out tonight."

Adventures with Dude: Carlos absolutely adores his dog, Dude, and loves including you in their adventures. As the three of you walk through the park, Carlos will toss a ball for Dude, then turn to you with a smile, "I think Dude loves you almost as much as I do." During cozy movie nights, Dude snuggled between you both, Carlos will chuckle, "Looks like moments with just us two will be a rare occasion."

Having His Hand On You: Carlos always needs to have his hand on you, whether it’s holding yours as you walk through Auradon Prep or resting it on your waist while exploring the Isle of the Lost. He’ll occasionally give you a gentle squeeze, whispering, "I need to know that you’re okay, I can’t have anything happen to you."

Supportive Partner: Carlos is your biggest cheerleader. When you're facing a tough challenge, he’ll sit beside you and say, "You’ve got this. I believe in you love." During stressful times, he’ll pull you into a hug, adding, "I’m here for you, no matter what."

Tech Savvy Gestures: Carlos loves using his tech skills to impress you. He’s built you a custom app that sends sweet notifications throughout the day. One might pop up saying, "Hey, remember that time we stayed up all night talking? Best night ever. I love you." He’ll grin as you read it, knowing it made your day.

Movie Nights: Movie nights with Carlos are always special. He sets up blankets and your favorite snacks, making sure everything is perfect. As you cuddle up together, he’ll whisper during the romantic scenes, "You want to try this too?" and you can feel the love in his voice.

Romantic Picnics: Carlos often plans romantic picnics under the stars. As you both lie down, gazing at the sky, he’ll turn to you and softly say, "I’m so grateful for you. Ever since I left the Isle you are the one thing I never want to lose." The sincerity in his voice makes every word feel like a treasure.

Dance Partner: Carlos is an amazing dancer, and he loves pulling you into spontaneous dance sessions. He’ll grab your hand in the middle of the room, twirl you around, and laugh, "Come on, dance with me. Let’s make the most of this moment." Even if it’s raining, he’ll spin you around and say, "Nothing can stop me from dancing with the love of my life."

Whipped and Proud: Carlos is completely whipped for you, and he’s not shy about showing it. He’ll proudly tell his friends, "I’m the luckiest guy in the world." and doesn’t hold back when it comes to public displays of affection. He’ll shower you with kisses, hug you tightly, and always say, "You’re everything to me."

Protective Nature: Despite his sweet demeanor, Carlos is fiercely protective of you. When someone crosses a line, he’ll step in without hesitation, saying, "Hey, back off. She’s with me." His protective nature makes you feel secure and cherished, knowing he’ll always be there for you.

Heartfelt Confessions: Carlos often expresses his feelings through heartfelt confessions. He’ll take your hands, look deeply into your eyes, and say, "You’ve changed my life in ways I never imagined. I can’t picture a future without you in it." The depth of his love is clear in every word.

Customized Gifts: Carlos loves creating customized gifts for you. When he hands you a personalized piece of jewelry, a dress or a tech gadget he designed, he’ll smile and say, "I made this just for you. I hope you like it." Sometimes, he’ll sheepishly admit, "I may have asked Evie for some help with the jewelry and dress, but it’s all made with you in mind."

Celebrating Milestones: Carlos never misses an opportunity to celebrate your milestones together. On your anniversaries or even the celebration of the day you first met, he’ll surprise you with something special. He’ll wrap you in a hug and say, "Here’s to us and all the amazing moments we’ve shared. I love you."

Unwavering Loyalty: Carlos’s loyalty to you is unwavering. He’s always there, putting you first and showing you how much he cares. He’ll reassure you, "I’m committed to you, and nothing will ever change that." His loyalty and dedication make your bond stronger every day.

Favorite Kisses: Carlos has a special way of showing affection, he loves kissing you behind your ear. Whenever he leans in to place a soft kiss there, he’ll whisper, "I love you." making you feel cherished and adored. Whether you’re happy, sad, or just relaxing, those kisses are his favorite way of saying he cares.

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[joshsindigostreak]

Running Through the Garden

Chapter One

“Rosemary: Remembrance, your presence revives me.” - Language of flowers.

Werewolf!Danny x Werewolf!OC

Authors Note: Hey y’all!!! Hope y’all enjoy this first full chapter of Danny’s story! I’m having a blast writing him 🥰

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Brief SMUT, 18+, m!masturbation.

The drive back to Sam’s house was a quiet blur for Danny. He replayed the memory by the lake over and over again, trying to figure out where exactly Ivy had run off to, even if it was futile effort knowing her. If Ivy Phillips didn’t want to be found she simply wasn’t, which was why he hadn’t seen her in the years since they graduated. Ever since the morning she left there had been no trace of her. No social media, no LinkedIn profile, nothing; she never showed up in any tagged photos of their mutual friends either. He only knew that she was alright because their parents had mutual friends and there had been light chatter between the parents about their kids. She didn’t want anything to do with him and made it abundantly clear. 

But he could never figure out why she distanced herself. Things between them had been great, and Danny saw a future with her that he had never seen with anyone else, but those plans had been halted since that fateful morning when he woke up alone to a cold bed. 

Sam had tried to get his attention a few times but eventually let his friend have some time to himself. He never took it personally when Danny was quiet the morning after a Full Moon, as he knew that he was probably exhausted and just needed a proper shower and a nap. Over the years Danny had essentially taken over one of the downstairs guest rooms. To make it less obvious as to why he was sleeping at their house, Sam would come up with various half truths to convince his parents that Danny was just a little codependent on him and loved being with their family. When they were teens, Sam snuck Danny into the house some mornings, terrified his parents would catch on and see his disheveled friend and figure out he was a Wolf. 

When they got back to the Kiszka Manor, the monthly routine continued with Danny making a bee line for his usual room. It was the only guest room with its own en-suite, which allowed the young Wolf to have even more time to lose himself in his thoughts. 

The scalding hot spray felt heavenly in his sore body. He watched the excess dirt run off his body and down the drain as he scrubbed at his hair and scalp. Mid-lather those giant green eyes flashed in his mind again, and he almost groaned at the memory. He was convinced he’d never see them again. Another memory of her familiar scent flooded his brain and his hands stopped what they were doing in his hair.  His eyes fluttered shut as he got lost in it.

  Ivy was Spring personified. She always reminded him of how the earth would smell after an early morning rain, when flowers would just start to open up as the Sun peaked out from behind the clouds. Memories of waking up with his face buried in her fiery hair trickled in, when his first thoughts of the day would be about her and he’d pull her even closer. 

Danny tilted his head back under the shower head to rinse out his shampoo. It had been a long time since he had thought about her. He decided years ago that dwelling too much on memories of her ruined his entire week and he couldn’t keep putting himself through it. But after last night he couldn’t help it. He had seen her for the first time since the last month before he graduated, and it almost felt like a dream. 

His skin prickled and he realized that the adrenaline from the Full Moon was still coursing through him. He tried distracting himself with his conditioner routine, but it was no use. Leaning against the shower wall, Danny wrapped his left hand around his aching cock. He didn’t even try to muffle the groan that escaped his full lips. He missed her so fucking much. There had been others before and after her, but no one felt as good wrapped around him as she did. Memories of being tangled together in his dorm, waking up together in the forest around Lake Champlain after a Full Moon, being locked in a bathroom together at a party and lifting her onto the sink while she sucked bruises on his neck and undid his belt, the taste of her core filling his mouth and him wanting to drown in it, the way she would shake underneath him when she came, the way he would shake above her with his forearms bracketing her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. His brain couldn’t focus on just one image before flipping to another one. 

His hand worked his swollen cock even faster, squeezing the head every few strokes while his bottom lip sank beneath his teeth. His right hand was braced on the shower wall, and his head tilted to the side to rest on his arm as he got closer and closer. He missed her so fucking bad. He missed how they’d always end up at the apartment she shared with her roommates after a Full Moon and they’d wash the grime and outdoors off each other in a shower that was barely big enough for two people. 

A wave of emotion mingled with the pleasure flooding his system. Those green eyes, always looking at him, looking through him, the only Wolf to never treat him like the future Alpha he was. He was just Danny to her, and he loved that. There was never any pressure between the two of them. They were just two college students trying to figure out how to be adults. He never had to worry about Duty with her. She was never intimidated by his mere presence like other Wolves around campus, or back home. 

Danny’s mind finally settled on an image, a memory, of them facing each other on the soft forest floor, the sun barely peeking through the trees. He felt her hand on his face before he fully opened his eyes, and when they fluttered open those green eyes that he loved so much were warmly staring at him. Her thumb gently brushed over the dried blood near his mouth, and he noticed she had a matching stain on her face as well. That was who they were, at their most vulnerable, bare to each other in more ways than one, all alone except for a few birds in the trees above them. 

His length thickened in his hand, and with a few last pumps and a low groan he found his release. He kept his eyes screwed shut as he worked himself through his high, trying as hard as he could to make it last while focusing on the sleepy smile on her face. As he slowly came down and his hand slowed, he shuddered as the last shockwave of his orgasm pulsed through him. His eyes fluttered open and he saw his release dripping down the tiled wall, and the reality of the last few minutes hit him. 

He had just jerked off over his ex in his best friend's guest shower. 

Danny was grateful for Sam being a human and being unable to hear what he had been up to from wherever he was in the house. 

The Wolf sighed and used the shower head to rinse his mess down the drain, and finished his shower in silence. 

~!~

Later, after sleeping most of the morning, he finally got properly dressed and grabbed two bananas out of the kitchen before going to the one place he knew Sam would be: the basement. 

Sam's “office” was in the far corner of the underground level, hidden behind his own stacks of books and artifacts. In the years that the house existed, this particular corner still wasn’t as renovated as the rest of it, but Sam did his best to make it homey and definitively his. A few posters had made it down to this level from, including a standard Redwings poster that he snagged from a book fair in third grade, and one of those artsy “anatomy of a bass guitar” prints with certain parts crossed out and corrected with a black sharpie, and an old Lakewood University print bought right before they graduated. 

But as Danny made it past the final stack that hid his best friend from view, he was greeted with one of the few normal and comforting images in his life: Sam hunched over his hand-me-down desk scribbling into a black journal before popping the pen he was using between his teeth to quickly type something on his laptop. 

The Wolf  lightly rapped his knuckles on the wall to his left and Sam looked up at him with wide eyes and his pen still in his mouth. 

“Did you sleep enough?”

Danny looked at him incredulously as he took a seat in the chair that sat directly in front of Sam’s desk. 

“Yeah, why?”

Sam gave him a knowing look, “because you look like shit.” 

Danny rolled his eyes, “I’m fine. It was just a more intense Full Moon than I anticipated.”

Sam knew his best friend was lying, “sure it was.” 

“I’m serious.” 

“…and I’m the governor of Oregon, Daniel.” 

Danny dropped one of the  bananas on the desk as Sam sat back and folded his hands on his lap. He kept the other in his hand and began peeling it without another word. 

Sam ignored his intended snack, “but seriously what’s up?” 

Danny knew he couldn’t keep anything from him, “I saw her last night.”

Sam stared back at him blankly, “…who?”

“Ivy.” 

At the sound of her name, Sam's face hardened and he made his chair squeak by him adjusting how he sat.  He wasn’t the biggest fan of the She-Wolf, as she had utterly broken his best friend's heart and essentially abandoned him years ago. She hasn’t been around to see Sam pick up the pieces and help Danny move on.

“‘You sure it was her?”

Danny gave him a flat look as he chewed his banana, “red fur, green eyes, and a scent that has haunted me since junior year. I would always know if it was her.”

Sam sat there silently, wondering what the hell she was doing in Michigan in the first place. From what he could recall she was from Texarkana, and had seemingly gone back there when she disappeared right before graduation. At least that’s what the Instagram chatter implied. She had a mild twangy accent that Danny went stupid over. 

“What would she be doing up here, in this town especially?” He verbalized his thoughts anyway.

 

Danny shrugged, “no idea but she was definitely out there last night.” The Wolf put gis resting bitch face to good use so Sam wouldn’t pick up on the glimmering hope that was producing butterflies in his gut.

“She was probably just passing through,” Sam offered. 

“Wolves don’t just pass through anywhere, and you know that,” Danny replied in a flat tone. 

He was right, unfortunately. While Wolves weren’t nearly as territorial as they had been not even a century ago, pack territories still remained internally governed and guarded. The section of the forest that Danny Ran around was put in place by his father as a potential future location to expand the territory when Danny took his place as Alpha. It was adjacent to the territory the family already occupied, so there was little fuss with Danny using it as his own for the time being. However the longer and longer he went without taking responsibility for his Pack, the more worrisome his parents and other Pack members became. But in order to do that, Danny needed to complete a Mating Bond with someone, and the young wolf had been extremely picky ever since he had returned home from college. 

Danny seemingly had the same thought run through his head, and his eyebrows raised, “if she’s here…then she had to have had permission by a neighboring Pack to Run in their territory…and that patch of forest does butt up right against the Reynolds’ territory.” 

Now it was Sam’s turn to raise his eyebrows, “the chances of her joining neighboring Pack are so-”

“Slim, I know, but that couldn’t have been a coincidence.”The logical side of Sam’s brain threatened to interject, but he kept his mouth shut. The Wolf continued, “I could text Jason…he’d know if there were any new Pack members.” Jason Reynolds being the nephew of the Reynolds Alpha, of course. He was a few years older than Danny, but had always maintained a quiet friendship with him as their fathers were allies. 

  “Danny.”

The gentle giant had stood up, turning to leave, “what?” 

Concern riddled Sam’s features, “just…don’t get your hopes up, ok?”

Danny truly appreciated where Sam was coming from, but he was too anxious about the possibility of Ivy being this close to him. 

He looked down at the abandoned fruit on the desk, “eat your damn banana, Sam.” 

Sam’s eyes followed him as his best friend disappeared in the stacks and left the basement. A sigh left his lips as he rubbed his own exhausted eyes. Being best friends with a Werewolf was not for the weak. 

~!~

However, across town there was a red headed She-Wolf curled up in her bed, not wanting to face the reality of the previous night. She had seen him for the first time in years, and her own heart and body betrayed her by how it responded by merely being in his presence. She had tried her best to not let him know that her body was thrumming with adrenaline not because of the Full Moon, but because of Danny himself. Years had gone by and she still felt the rush and magnetic pull to him like she had that very first day of junior year. His Wolf form was still so gorgeous and dignified, with his thick black fur and dark hazel eyes. Trotting around that pond like he owned the place, following her in a reverence that no other Wolf had shown her. But at the sound of her brother’s howl, she bolted, just like she always did. 

She could have stayed. 

She wanted to stay. 

She should have stayed. 

But she didn’t. She let the panic and apprehension govern her actions and she took off into the trees without looking back. With each step her paws took she felt her heart crack even more. Running from him felt so unnatural and just plain wrong, but it was how it was to be. Running to him at this point in their lives led to an unknown she wasn’t ready to face. If he chose her like he had promised years ago, would they themselves change along with it? She knew how her mother had changed for her father, and she always resented the mere idea of being a “Luna,” as the older Wolves referred to her future role. The title made her face crinkle as she thought of the word. She hated it. She never understood the reason behind it, no matter how many other Wolves tried to explain to her that it was the highest term of endearment in their species one could call their Mate. It felt old fashioned and suffocating to her. As soon as her parents had Bonded, her mother’s life and ambitions were abandoned to give her father children, Ivy’s older brother Derek being born within a year of said Bonding. Her mother was rarely referred to by her own name afterwards, even by the other Wolves in the pack.

 No longer Alyssa Burke, now Phillips; just Luna, or Mom. 

Ivy refused to let that happen to her. 

But on the other hand, Danny was Danny. 

The one Wolf who had held her so gently as if he was afraid she’d break at any moment, the only Wolf to hold her in such a way. The first time his eyes locked with hers all of the breath had left her lungs and she had nearly dropped her books in front of the entire quad. She wasn’t even supposed to be going in that direction on campus, but something deep down told her to walk towards the little grove of trees at the edge of the quad, where a lot of students would hang out on the stone benches that sat under the leaves. That's where he was., quietly conversing with a skinny male with long brown hair.  But it was a sudden gust of wind that made him snap his attention to her. The breeze had rushed past her, sending her fiery hair over her face, and by the time she got it behind her ears she could feel his stare. 

He sat there, stock still on that bench, completely ignoring his friend while he looked at her. Ivy herself halted in her tracks, nearly tripping over a slightly raised brick. To them, at that moment, they were the only people on that quad. The tiny voice got louder in her head, “go, go go,” it called so loud her ears started ringing. Her own feet acted before she could make a decision, and she shoved past an obvious human that was in her way. 

Ivy rolled over and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the memory that plagued her mind. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to get her body to finally sleep. It took several minutes but at last she felt herself drifting off, the last thing she felt was a few tears sliding down onto her pillow, staining the fabric under her cheek. 

To be continued…

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[judesmoonbeauty]

Black Wedding: The True Vow For A Jet-Black Bride - William Rex

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After the wedding ceremony, we were waiting to leave the venue…..

Kate: I never thought I’d be the one to receive a flower shower.

William: I remember you looking enviously at a wedding we happened to see in town the other day.

I remember the men and women smiling happily in streets, showered in colorful petals.

At the time, I just thought it was beautiful and stared at it -

Kate: Did I say that out loud?

William: No? But your eyes spoke volumes.

The hand that stroked my cheek touched the vow that was on my left ring finger.

(I knew Will could see everything…..)

He easily discovers desires that I am unaware of.

When it came to the wedding, the first thing he suggested was the flower shower.

(I am so happy that you suggested this for me.)

I gently grabbed the finger stroking the ring, and intertwined them without any gaps.

Kate: When I saw the flower shower, I thought that it looked like you, Will.

William: Like me?

Kate: As a freedom-lover, you shower mercy on everyone, right?

Kate: But the rain you send down is beautiful and warm like flower petals, and I think of it as a blessing.

I fell in love with him because he loves freedom, and showers mercy on everyone, but

(Surely, he won’t be mine alone down the road.)

(Marriage will not change that.)

(I want you to be mine just for today……I’m being greedy.)

The thing that has changed me is that I now have an endless desire for love.

Venue Guide: Ready when you are.

The guide’s words brought me back to reality and I straightened my back.

William: Come on, let’s go.

Then I took his hand and walked towards the door.

A shower of petals falls upon us - in the sunshine.

Kate: Whoa!

I was so surprised that I lost my balance, and Will supported me.

William: Do you like it?

Kate: Yes…..it’s very beautiful.

The petals falling from the blue sky looked like colored rain,

(I’m so lucky to be able to see such a beautiful view with Will.)

Though I was squinting my eyes at the happy moment -

Kate: Ah……

A drop of water falls on my cheek.

Kate: Rain shower…..

The attendees frantically ran under the roof, but we were unable to move from where we were.

William: Phew…..ah-ha!

Suddenly he started laughing, petals sticking to his head,

Kate: Will?

William: Don’t you think it’s fitting for this day, Kate.

The hand that reaches out to remove a petal gets caught.

William: You and I are both covered in petals from the rain.

Before I knew it, I had many petals stuck to my body.

The petals stuck to the dress looked so natural that it was almost as if they had been there from the beginning,

The beautiful colors made me feel good, and I laughed along with him, in his good mood.

William: It’s like this rain is falling for us. It’s like a blessing.

Kate: It’s like the rain you send down, Will.

As I squint at the warm rain, he wraps his arms around me.

In his eyes, I was the only one reflected in the world shining with rain.

William: I hope that a merciful rain will fall upon all those who seek freedom.

William: More than anyone else in the world, I want rain to fall on you.

William: No matter what happens next, my number one is you, Kate.

Kate: Ah……

He always knows what I’m thinking, and just one of his words can easily satisfy my desires.

(I’m so happy…..I can’t even put it into words.)

Kate: You are the only one I care about, too. Besides, it is my duty to die protecting you, Will.

William: It seems that my knight has become a dependable bride.

They put their foreheads together and laugh.

He accepted the lips that fell with the rain, and a joyful expression appeared on his face.

William: Now, I thought I’d run to the carriage and head for the honeymoon, but

William: What do you want to do my lovely bride?

I gave him a kiss in return to his words.

Kate: With you I’ll run anywhere.

At that moment, his arm pulled me and he starts running, covered in petals.

William: I love you, Kate.

Kate: I love you too, Will.

His words will continue to be a merciful rain of love that falls only on me.

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[pupkashi]

birthdays

nanami makes your birthday a bit cozier than previous years

a/n: hi friends ! thank u anon for this request I’m so sorry for taking so long to get to it :( happy belated birthday friend, wishing you a years worth of love and warmth !

wordcount: 1,610

masterlist

11:59 pm

you used to expect a roll of messages or phone calls as the clock struck midnight, your birthdate reading across the screen and a smile on your face.

you tried to act like you didn’t care, keeping your mind off the day and keeping your eyes glued to the tv screen, a random movie playing with the plot lost long ago along with your interest.

your fingers itched to grab your phone, hoping the reason for its silence was because it was on do not disturb, not a lack of messages.

the clock on the nightstand read 12:01, and against your better judgement you grabbed your phone, swiping up. you could feel your fingers running cold and your nose and eyes burning as the tears formed in your eyes.

1 notification: light rain expected soon

there’s a stinging sensation in your chest, and you don’t bother fighting the choked sob that leaves your lips, hot tears streaming down your face.

throwing your phone down haphazardly, turning the tv off and burying your face in your pillow.

you’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you’re waking up to the blinds cracked open and warm sunshine on your face.

the flowers on the nightstand make your hazy mind clear a bit, rubbing your eyes and reaching for the small note accompanying the beautiful flowers.

hoping you make it around the sun many more times by my side <3

happy birthday, my love

there’s tears in your eyes, a small smile on your lips and a giggle slipping past your lips. you don’t have much time to do much of anything when the bedroom door creaks open.

“good morning,” nanami smiles, his hair still a bit messy, shirt slightly unbuttoned and tie long gone. he sets the plate of food on the nightstand, leaning down and catching your lips in his. “sleep well? feeling older?”

you can’t help but smile a bit, “not as old as you,” you hum, grabbing his collar and pressing another kiss to his lips. nanami smiles against your lips, slipping his hand under your chin, smiling as he pulls away.

“did you like the flowers?” he asks, “it’s the same bouquet you saw online a couple weeks ago,” he reminds you, watching as your eyes light up.

“oh my god it is!” you gasp, looking at the flowers and smiling even wider, “you’re too good to me baby,” you mumble, pulling him down to sit next to you.

“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you,” he sighs, pressing a gentle kiss on your temple, “how about you eat up and get ready for the day, yeah?”

you nod, a dazed smile on your face as you watch him get up, setting the food on your lap before walking out of the bedroom.

when you leave the bedroom he’s quick to take the empty plates from your hands, setting them in the sink and washing them. you take a seat across the bar, elbows on the counter and your chin in your hands.

“any plans today?” he asks, setting the plates in the drying rack before wiping his hands.

“no, was just gonna stay in,” you trail off, “thought you were gonna be busy today,” the admission has your cheeks burning as kento looks at you in shock.

“you thought i would go to work on your day?” he chuckles softly making his way to you and wrapping his arms around you, making you lean forward in your seat bit.

“what do you say i go shower then we can crawl back into bed and cuddle?” he suggests, watching the way your smile grows as he continues talking, “we can watch that new movie that came out too.”

kento is off to the shower quickly, smiling to himself when he hears your giggles coming outside the bathroom. by the time he’s out you’re cozied up in bed, blankets wrapped around you and a smile on your face.

you’re only left alone when he goes to pick up dinner, settling on ordering in at your request. it’s only then that you check your phone again, replying to the couple messages you’ve received and thanking your friends.

it doesn’t take too long for nanami to get back home, calling his usual, ‘im home!’ as he looks for you. “my love?”

“i thought you went for the food?” you asked, confused when you see his hands and the table both empty.

“i got called and I’ve gotta go pick something up, do you wanna come?” he asks, heart pounding in his chest as he hopes his plan will go smoothly.

“yeah why not,” you smile, heading to the bedroom and changing into something a bit more presentable, slipping on your shoes as the two of you head out the door.

it’s not until 7 minutes into the drive when you see a familiar park come into view, watching as he turns into the parking lot.

“what do you need to pick up at a park?” you laugh, watching as he gets out of the car and walks over to open the door for you, taking your hand and helping you out.

“some cursed object gojo wants me to get,” he mumbles, intertwining his fingers in yours, pulling you along.

you don’t question it, following your lover, your steps only faltering when the small gazebo comes into view, set up with flowers, fruits, drinks and candles.

“ken- wait- hold on,” you smile, your hand slipping out of his and flying over your mouth.

“cmon doll,” he smiles, hand softly gripping your wrist and pulling you towards the set up. “sit here,” he mumbles, smiling as he pulls a cake out from a small box, sticking the candles in and quickly lighting them.

happy y/n day ! ♡

“happy birthday to you..” he sings, chuckling when you roll your eyes, sitting in front of the cake and swaying along to the melody. “happy birthday, honey.”

there’s nothing on your mind as you blow out the candles, eyes fluttering open and landing on all you’ve ever wanted.

“why are you looking at me like that?” he laughs, leaning over and taking the candle out of the cake.

“no reason, just really love you,” you giggle, only tearing your eyes off him when you hear your phone ringing.

“happy birthday y/n!” the four loud voices make you jump a bit, smiling widely as you register everyone on the other end of the phone. “we hope nanamin gives you the present we picked out!”

“it was all my idea by the way,” nobara calls out, you can hear some grumbling and a small ‘that’s a lie’ coming from who you assume is megumi.

“hope we aren’t too late, the kids took longer i thought they would on a mission,” satoru snickers, you laugh as you hear the three students begin to gang up on him.

“never too late, thank you guys,” you grin, chatting for a couple more minutes before saying goodbye.

kento looks at you with a small smile on his face, placing a couple presents in front of you, “i know you said you didnt want anything but i had to get you something,” he protests, “and plus this one’s from gojo and the students.”

every gift seems more perfect than the next, things you’d wanted that you’d forgotten about, meaningful little trinkets and gift cards to all your favorite places.

“thank you, hun” you smile, wrapping your arms around him and peppering kisses on his cheeks.

“don’t thank me, it’s what you deserve baby,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before pulling back swiftly, “now let’s eat before this food gets cold, yeah?”

kento sits across from you, soft laughter coming from the decorated gazebo as the sun sets, gold rays on lights hitting both of you as you continue with easy conversation.

it’s dark by the time the two of you finish eating and talking, nanami cleaning up the area and packing up any leftovers, rushing to the car and putting them away, coming back with a blanket in his arms.

“are we sleeping out here?” you tease, watching as he rolls his eyes, motioning you over as he lays the blanket over the grass, smoothing it out and sitting down.

“come,” he grins, blonde hair a bit messy thanks to the slight breeze. you can’t help the butterflies in your stomach, walking over and taking a seat next to him, cuddling into his side immediately.

“the moon looks beautiful tonight,” he whispers, the two of you staring up at the night sky, though a bit cloudy, the stars still managed to shine down on the two of you.

“must be the universe telling me happy birthday,” you smile, giggling when he chuckles at your words.

“must be,” he smiles, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, eyes fluttering closed as he savors every moment with you.

“happy birthday, lover,” he mumbles, lips still slightly pressed against your hair, moving away only to press another kiss to your cheek.

“thank you ken, really this meant so much to me,” you sigh happily, turning your head to face him, your hand resting softly on his cheek before catching his lips in yours.

the park is quiet, only the sound of the occasional rustling of trees, occasional bird chirp and yours and kento’s laughter.

and as the moon and it’s stars shine down on the two of you, there’s a warmth in your chest and a comforting feeling that settles around your heart. you wouldn’t have to worry about being lonely on your birthday, not anymore.

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[theladyragnell]

Blossoming romance prompt #11 with Parker and Hardison from Leverage, please :D

(Set at some nebulous point probably in s2 or s3! #11 is picking a leaf/flower out of someone's hair or brushing dirt from their face, and of course I had to go for a slightly gross take on it.)

Parker notices it because Parker is watching. Which is maybe a stupid thing to think, but Parker is watching because they’re both hurt, because sometimes the thing about having a team is that when things go wrong it makes her feel like she’s coming apart at the seams instead of excited to get to take the exciting way out of a building. So she’s watching, because she doesn’t know how to go over to them but she doesn’t know how to reassure herself they’re safe if she can’t see them either.

They had to crawl through a tunnel in the basement of the building, and they both look awful and, according to Sophie’s noisy concern, smell worse. They’re making fun of each other, in that way they do, and Hardison makes an exaggerated face of disgust and goes for Eliot’s hair, pulls out a gummed-up clump of leaves that probably got washed down a storm drain when it rained two days ago.

If Parker were somebody else, she’d probably just see the way Eliot snaps a second later, swatting Hardison’s hands away from his head, see the way his mouth moves around the words “Not the hair, man” like it’s any other job. Sophie laughs and Nate says “Gentlemen, please,” so that’s what they see. Just Hardison and Eliot being Hardison and Eliot.

But Parker sees the second that it takes, Hardison’s hand lingering there close to the place Eliot’s scalp is bleeding, Eliot’s sharp little breath. They lost contact with the team for a little while in there. Something bad happened, bad enough that Hardison hasn’t made a show of complaining about it yet.

Hardison is the one to come to her, because he always is, laughing over his shoulder at Eliot, telling him that if he cares so much about his hair, maybe he should wash it with shampoo and not whatever was in those pipes. “Hey, Parker,” he says, and the smile is almost real enough to fool someone who isn’t her. “How was everything topside?”

She considers him, smeared with something she’s going to call dirt and not smelling like dirt at all. She wants to make sure he’s safe, but obviously he’s safe, and she can’t just ask him if he’s safe. But she thinks of what he did for Eliot, how they played it off as a joke, and briskly wipes a smear of something tacky off his cheek. “Clean,” she says over his quick inhale.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” says Eliot, catching up with them, offering Parker a hand down from the fence she’s sitting on like she’s ever needed help getting off a fence. “Just wait and see if you get any sympathy the next time you have to go through tunnels.”

“I like tunnels,” she says, leading them back to Nate, who will make Eliot go somewhere and get patched up and make both of them take showers so they don’t smell like sewer. “I don’t get why nobody likes tunnels!”

“Then next time you come with us,” says Hardison, in that joking-not-joking way he does.

“Sounds fun!” she says, joking-not-joking too, because it’s easy to echo Hardison, it’s easy to let him show her what will work, will let him understand what she means without crossing any lines none of them are ready to cross.

When she looks behind her, making sure they’re keeping up, they’re exchanging a look like they’re exasperated, and maybe they are, but like the joking is a mask over the fear, them making fun is a mask over liking her. She’s never had anybody like that before, where the not-liking was the mask. Hardison catches her eye. “Let me tell you all about Eliot and his fear of sewer crocodiles,” he offers, and Eliot starts objecting that he was just saying he could handle them if they were there, and Nate’s close enough to start in on a lecture too, and Parker smiles and takes a deep breath and keeps watching.

[tears-are-in-your-eyes]

101 things that make life worth living

Friends laughter

Smiling at a young kid

Watching people grow and change

People being sweet and sleepy

Warm clothes out of the dryer

The people you haven't met yet

The people who say I love you

The people who haven't said I love you yet

A new haircut

Watching the rain/running or dancing in it

That feeling of exhaustion and satisfaction after you exercise

Running in the cold air

The smell when it first rains

Hugs

Holding hands

Rewatching a comfort show

Rereading a book

Texting people you love

Drinking tea

That feeling of water hitting your throat after not drinking for a while

Drifting off to sleep and still hearing the world around you

Talking in the dark

Making other people happy

Getting up early

Sleeping in

Warm summer nights

Warm showers

Jumping in puddles

Spinning around in circles

The first snow

Picking flowers

Seeing an old friend and feeling like nothing has changed

Writing letters

Watching joy of strangers and people you know

Humming a song

Lying in the grass beneath the sun

Feeling someone catch you when you stumble

Walking through the trees

Walking barefoot on the beach

Talking for hours about nothing

Talking for hours about everything

Sitting in comfortable silence

Dew on the early morning grass

Your favorite holiday

Secrets

Nicknames

Seasonal food

Random acts of kindness

Curiousity

Road trips/long car rides

Kissing the top of someones head

Laughing so hard you can't stop

Smiling so much your cheeks hurt

Summer rain storms

Sunsets

Sunrises

Promises

Turning in an assignment

Late walks

Watching the traffic lights through the rain

Sleeping in the car

Drawing

The perfect outfit

Finding a new word

Resting your head on someones shoulder

Petting animals

Thinking about something from a new perspective

Understanding a concept that you didn't before

Playing with someones hair

Having your hair played with

Sharing food

Happy tears

Oversized shirts

Someone else's sweatshirt/flannel that they gave to you

Giving gifts

Telling someone how much they matter to you

The leaves turning color in the fall

Music

Sending someone a song that reminds you of them

Falling asleep on a call with someone you trust

Watching a performance

Receiving a gift

Getting a letter

Finding something you lost

Sewing a button

Stargazing

Seeing the northern lights

Playing cards

Finishing a to-do list

The in-between moments between one thing and the next

Taking a deep breath

Watching bread rise

Finding a cozy shop

Listening to someone talk about something they love

Sharing an experience

Savoring a meal

The way your friends look at you

Striking a match

Putting your head down and feeling the conversations wash over you

Finding a label or a phrase that describes you

Almost spilling over with all of the love that longs to be released

[duhnova]

valley of broken dreams (and lilies) | lee jihoon

paring: producer!jihoon x daycare worker!fem!reader 

genre: angst, some fluff, more hurt than comfort (but there’s comfort i swear)

word count: ~3.8k

synopsis: you met jihoon when you were both young and dumb — a promise you two made to become big in the music industry laid shattered years later when you lost your ability to sing, and now you have to live in the shadow of your boyfriend while you struggle to come to terms with your broken dreams. 

warning(s): mention of food, mentions of illness/being sick/unknown disease, angst, some fluff, hurt comfort (kind of), let me know if i forgot anything! - don't mind grammatical errors/typos (me and @lovelyhan tried to catch them all, ily kai <3)

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The rain splattered against your apartment window softly as you ate dinner alone, for the third night in a row. Your boyfriend's plate sat cold across from you in the dimly lit dining room as you pushed the food around on yours. 

Jihoon has been working non stop on music for the past few weeks, three different artists deciding they wanted to drop their albums within days of each other – leaving him to spend days on end in his studio. It was hard for you sometimes, to sit at home by yourself while he got to live out the dream the both of you had built together. 

Shortly after you two had graduated from high school you had fallen violently sick and the doctors were unable to figure out what was wrong. After months of antibiotics and surgeries to remove infected tissue, the disease seemed to go away but not without damaging your vocal cords beyond repair. The strain of singing was dwindling your ability to speak and so with much heartache you gave up your future as a singer, opting to go to university to become a school teacher instead. 

Jihoon, however never gave up his end of your dreams – not that you would ever ask him too but watching him grow big in the music industry made you feel like a shadow of your former self. No one knows your name and no one outside your inner circles ever will because of some twisted fate that left you broken. 

Becoming lost in your thoughts of what could’ve been you missed the way a tear slipped down your cheek, only noticing when a quiet sob shakes your body. You feel pathetic as you let your vision blur, the mantra of your broken dream ringing in your ears while your emotions flow out your eyes. 

The night continued to run silent as you put Jihoons untouched dinner in the fridge, saving it for later knowing he wouldn’t be home when you woke up. It was a vicious cycle you played. Every night you made enough dinner for the both of you only for him to spend the night in his studio and it would repeat until he showed up apologizing and promising to be home more for dinner only for him to break the promise a couple days later. 

But you never learned. 

“Y/N?” Jihoons tired voice called out into the silence of your shared apartment. It was Saturday so you should’ve been home at nine in the morning. Yet you were nowhere to be seen as he wandered around calling your name. 

Exhausted Jihoon doesn’t try too hard to figure out where you went as he goes to take a shower. He speculates that you’ve just gone to the store as he lets the warm water run over his aching muscles, all his stress washing away with the suds of his soap. 

While in the midst  of cleaning himself he starts to hum his newest work in progress. The soft melody echoed off the walls of the shower, completely drowning out the sound of you entering the apartment. 

“Jihoon?” You call out softly, excitement bubbling in your voice as you saw his shoes kicked haphazardly off to the side of the shoe rack you had set up the other night. You go to set the bag full of fresh produce on the counter while you grab a vase to put the bouquet of flowers you bought yourself in. 

You weren’t worried about the lack of response as you could hear the distant sound of the shower running, figuring he couldn’t hear you over the water. After a couple minutes of organizing the fridge you finally shrug your jacket off so you could wander deeper into the apartment. 

Freezing just outside the bathroom door you freeze, Jihoon’s soft voice was muffled by the door but you could make out his gentle singing. The song was soft and sweet, it reminded you of spring as you let his voice envelope you. 

No matter how long you’ve known each other you could never get over how beautiful his voice was and it pained you a little that he chose to hide it and stay behind the scenes. You got so lost in the song and the memories that you didn’t notice that the shower had turned off until a towel-clad Jihoon opened the bathroom door, yelping quietly. 

“Y/N!” He huffs quietly when his heart stops racing from being scared. “I didn’t hear you come… home..” His voice trailed off when your surprised, tear soaked eyes looked up at  him. “Are you ok?” He was gentle when he reached to wipe your tears. 

“Yeah.. That song..” He hummed quietly as he finished wiping off your tears. “It’s really pretty… Who’s it for?”

“Oh.. It’s for no one.” His hand falls from your face as his eyes flicker from yours to the wall behind you. “It’s just something I’ve been working on on my own.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head as you try to catch his eyes. “Maybe when you finish it you could play it for me one day.” One thing that Jihoon rarely does is invite you to his studio, and even though you two had a grand piano set up in the living room it hasn’t been touched in almost a year. A part of you knew it was because Jihoon didn’t like singing in front of you since you lost your ability to do so, but another part of you hoped that it was just because he was too busy or tired to do it. 

“Maybe..” He hums quietly, finally looking you in the eyes again. A pained smile graces his face when he notices the hopeful glimmer in your eyes, he knew if he stared too long he’d cave and sing it for you right then and there. Willing himself to gently push past you, your boyfriend makes his way to your guys’ room so  he could get dressed.

It was that awkward time of the year where summer was turning into fall and all the trees were dying while the air got chillier. You hated it. 

All the couples around you stood close together, basking in each other's warmth while you walked alone and cold. Jihoon was supposed to meet you an hour ago but you figured he got caught up with his work, like he always does. 

“Why am I even still here freezing my ass off?” You mumble to yourself as you glare at the fifth couple you’ve seen stop in front of where you were sitting so they could take a cute picture under the fairy lights that were set up in the trees that surrounded the little shopping district you were in. Just as you began to wallow a little too much in your self pity, your phone began to ring. 

“Hello?” You sounded a little bitter, not even bothering to check who it was that called you. 

“Ouch,” Seokmins' voice came through the other end of the phone. “You don’t sound too happy to hear my voice.” He laughs quietly when you curse and apologizes in a happier tone. 

“Sorry min, I didn’t realize it was you.” You pushed down all your sadness as you sat up a little straighter. 

“It’s ok,” He sounded tired but still chipper as ever. “What’s got you down sunshine?” Growing up with Jihoon you happened to befriend all of his friends, and Seokmin in particular became one of your closest friends as well and you two always fought over who was the real sunshine. 

“Nothing got me down,” You’ve always been a horrible liar and the scoff the Seokmin let out proved that to be true. “Fine.. Jihoon blew me off for work again.” You grumble bitterly. 

“See, now it makes sense why you answered the phone the way you did.” You could hear him moving around through the speaker. “Where are you right now?”

“I'm just outside loveity’s cafe, why?” 

“Well I called originally to see if my two best friends were free to have dinner tonight since I’m finally home from being overseas.”

“What!? You weren’t supposed to be home for another two weeks!”

“Surprise shawty.” He mumbles while laughing to himself, only to flinch when you yell out an exasperated call of his name. “Well the last two games got canceled due to the head coach landing himself in the hospital with a concussion so I decided to just come home while the rest of my team is spending their last weeks exploring.” 

“Well I’d love to have dinner with you min, but Jihoon hasn’t even answered my texts yet so I don’t know if that’ll happen tonight.” You sigh quietly.

“He didn’t answer my calls either, that's why I called you.”

“Oh gee thanks, glad to know I’m the second choice.” You joke before laughing at how dramatic his gasps sounded. 

“Well if you wanted, me and you could still go out. Ditch the workaholic and catch up since me and you haven’t seen each other since your birthday last year.”

“Has it really been that long?” 

“It has, I’ve been so busy transitioning into the big leagues I kind of forgot about everyone for a second.”

“As long as you don’t forget us forever.”

“I could never.” You could hear the smile in his voice and it was contagious. “So how about you stay right where you’re at and I’ll come meet you and we can do some catching up?” 

“Sounds good, however I will be inside Loveity’s when you get here because I’m pretty sure I can’t feel my toes anymore… I might even be missing one, I don't really know.” You both laugh as you stand up and stretch, the bench having made your back sore. 

“As long as it’s not the big one I’m sure you’ll live,” You shake your head as you head towards the entrance of the cafe. “I’ll see you in twenty though, ok?”

“See you in twenty.” You sigh constantly as you hang up the phone, the warmth of the cafe enveloping you as you go to order a hot chocolate while you wait.

“How many times do I have to say I’m sorry?” Jihoon followed you around the kitchen as you cooked silently. You had been giving him the silent treatment for the past thirty minutes or so since he walked through the door. “Y/N please, just look at me for two goddamn seconds!” 

That finally made your head snap in his direction, your eyes glassy as you fought with every ounce of your body to not start crying right then and there. You could feel the anger and tears shake through your body as Jihoon stood like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” Your voice shook but it didn’t crack, much to your appreciation. 

“I- '' he swallowed the lump in his throat because he knows there's a million things he could be apologizing for but at that moment he doesn’t know exactly what he did wrong. 

“I constantly feel like a fool,” You mumble, you were never one to express when you felt things like this but it finally felt like you had enough. “I don’t even know if you're blowing our plans off because of work anymore.”

“What?” He sounded genuinely confused. 

“We were supposed to have lunch today, I even texted you to remind you because I knew if I didn’t you weren’t going to remember… But I guess that didn’t work anyways.” 

“You didn’t text me..” Jihoon pulled his phone out with a frown only to see in the midst of a million other notifications there was indeed a text from you at eleven a.m reminding him about your reservations. “Fuck..” He sighs quietly. 

“Normally I’d be fine with it but it's as if you were just blowing me off because of work but you went to have lunch with some other girl..”

“It’s not like that and you know that.” He took a step towards you but stopped when you turned back around to focus on the broth of your soup that was finally boiling.

“I do know that, but the media doesn’t.. To them famous Producer Lee Jihoon was spotted on a date with some stupid singer who they speculate he left his girlfriend for.” You very aggressively stirred the contents of your pot, only calming down when Jihoon gingerly wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. 

“It’s just a stupid rumor,” He mumbles as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “You know that, because obviously I didn’t leave you.. I’m just a dumbass.” He sighed as he squeezed your waist tighter. 

“I just…” You stop stirring as you slump back against his body a little. “I know music is your dream but.. I’m starting to feel like I don’t fit in with that dream anymore.” You whisper. 

‘What? Are you stupid?” You flinch when he pulls away, grabbing your shoulders so he can spin you around to face him. “This dream wouldn’t have even happened if it weren’t for you, I built everything I have because of you, so don’t even think that you don’t belong.” 

“This dream…” You swallow quietly. “This dream of ours, isn’t what it used to be… I can’t sing anymore Ji.” You watch the way he flinches, his eyes filling with sorrow and you want nothing more than to scream. You were sick and tired of the same battles that always ended with someone pitying or wallowing in what could’ve been. 

“This dream of ours can still work though.” He tried to reason as his fingers squeezed your shoulders tighter. 

“How!” You were getting fed up with the conversation already, the wound of the past ripped open enough. “The only way it can work is if I magically get my ability to sing back, but news flash Jihoon, we don’t live in some disney movie where the writers can just make us a happy fucking ending!”

“You just have to let me try!” His voice began to raise with yours, how it escalated so quickly was beyond you but the frustration was high in both of you. 

“Try? You won’t even sing your own songs out of fear of rejection from the music industry so how the hell are you supposed to ‘try’ Jihoon?”

“I don’t sing! You know this, it’s why you have always performed whatever I wrote!”

“You do sing though! I hear you in the bathroom or while you're working out! You can sing Ji, you’re just too scared too!”

“I’m not scared either! I’ve never been a singer though, it was always you.”

“Well I’m not a singer anymore and I will never become one again.. You have to give up that image of the past and move on.” 

“I’m not moving on from this dream or from you.” His voice still dripped with anger but it wasn’t as loud anymore. He didn’t even give you a second to respond before he was stepping backwards away from you and turning around to leave the kitchen. 

You stood there silently and listened to him walk down to what you assumed was your bedroom. You didn’t question him as you heard his keys jingle as he walked back down the hallway and haphazardly put his shoes on before aggressively opening and closing the door to your apartment. 

“Why’re you letting me hold back your dream.” You finally let a tear slip from your eyes as you turn back to your soup that you were pretty sure was burning a little bit.

“Look! Look!” Your niece aggressively shoved her crayon drawing in your face as you laughed quietly at the way she was describing the scene she made. “It’s you, Uncle Ji, and me at the park! And we had a duck.”

“A duck?” You smile adoringly, it wasn’t often you got to spend time with her as your sister lives out of town but you cherished the days she dropped her off while she ran errands in the area. 

“Yes, we found it.” She puts the drawing down to go back to coloring.

“Where did we find the duck?” You lean over to watch as she draws a little pond.

“At the pond silly!” She giggles and draws even more ducks in the water. 

“We can’t keep it forever though.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s family will miss it, see.” She pointed at all the little baby ducklings. “It's the daddy with the babies.”

“Oh? We have the mommy duck then?”

“We do.” She nods as she stares intensely while she draws more flowers around the water. In the midst of her finishing her masterpiece your niece asks you a question that floors you. “Can we sing when I’m finished?”

“Sing?” You look at her wide eyed, she’s never heard you sing before.

“Yeah.. Mommy says you and uncle Ji used to sing all the time.”

“We did when we were younger, I’m not like I used to be.” You smile gently at her. 

“What does that mean?” She looks up at you curiously. 

“Well.. I got sick and so I don’t sing anymore.”

“Sick?” She tilts her head.

“It’s a long story my love,” You pat her head gently. “But I’ll tell you what. If you clean up everything we can sing one song and that's it, ok?” She nods her head quickly, and excitedly squeals, leaving her as she hurriedly cleans up her mess.

You have never seen a kid move so quickly before when it came to cleaning up. All your kids at the daycare would rather sing along with you as you sang the clean up song to get them to hopefully clean up faster. 

“Done!” She jumps in front of you after returning from putting the crayons back where they went. 

“You're eager aren’t you.” You smile as you stand up and lead her towards the giant white piano that sat in the corner of the room atop a raised platform. 

“Mommy says your voice is beautiful.”

“Well, hopefully she’s still right.” You sit down at the piano, a pit forming in your stomach as you brushed your fingers over the freshly cleaned keys. “What shall I sing?”

“The last song you sang.” You shake your head, the last song you technically sang was the wheels on the bus and that was for the kids at your work. “Favorite song?” You hum quietly as you think hard about what your favorite song is.

“I can do that.” You took a second to refresh your memory on how it went but once you hit the first key it was like a river flowing out of you. The words rang flawlessly, as if you hadn't quit singing like that years ago. 

The loudness of the piano mixed with the adrenaline running through your ears. You didn’t notice the front door open and Jihoon walked in. He stood frozen at the front door, staring at the way your niece looked at you with stars in her eyes as you sang just as beautifully as he remembered. He almost started crying because he hadn’t heard your voice in so long, and the warmth it brought him almost made him fall to his knees. When you finally finished the song his clapping startled you and your niece as she stopped mid clap to yell in surprise. 

“Ji!” You stand from the piano nervously, you weren’t supposed to be singing, the activity of straining your vocal cords. “You're home early.” You look at the clock to see it was only one in the afternoon.

“I finally finished the last album..” He took his backpack off and gently set it on the table by the front door before he's taking his shoes off to swap them for his house slippers as he sets them on the shoe rack. 

“Uncle Ji!” Your niece giggles as she finally runs up to him and jumps in his arms. He laughs quietly and spins her around, asking her about her day. You felt a small pang in your chest as you watched them interact with each other, the longing for a family hitting you full swing for the first time in months. 

“Y/N?” Jihoon mumbled worriedly, startling you out of your little daydream. He was standing right in front of you now, your niece having ran off to grab something you assumed. 

“Yes?” You whisper quietly, looking into his eyes before jerking to cough into your sleeve. “Sorry..”

“You’re not supposed to be singing like that..” His voice was filled with worry as he gently rested his hand on the side of your neck.

“I know, but it’s the first time I really sang in years and I couldn’t say no to her..” You give him a sheepish smile. “Besides, she’s never heard me sing before.” 

“I just don’t want you to ruin your voice for good..” He rests his forehead against yours, the urge to tell you he’d miss the way you said ‘I love you’ on the tip of his tongue but before he could say anything else your niece comes running back into the room with a build-a-bear that she had made to look like him.

“Uncle Ji look! It’s you!” She giggles as she forces her way between you too to show him the cat up close. Jihoon laughs quietly as he picks her back up to look at it more closely.

“This isn’t me!” He laughs louder when she clicks the paw so that a voice recording of him talking plays. “Ok maybe it’s close to being me.” 

Days like this made you realize that maybe this dream you built with Jihoon really was perfect in its own way. Even if you couldn’t sing like you used too, you still had each other and the necklaces that you wore signified that – the old lily of the valley flowers that hung from the chains were unique to their creator, the both of you having made them for one another back when you had made the promise to become big stars one day.

feedback + reblogs greatly appreciated!

[slvtiny]

Missing Puzzle Piece

Pairing: Hongjoong x afab/gn reader

Warning ⚠️: cursing, mention of sex,lmk if I missed any.

[a/n: This is a scenario, and I may or may not write on it later. It's not proof read so expect spelling errors, if you want to use this in your works then lmk and make sure to tag me in it 😊. Reblogs and comments are appreciated. Feedbacks are welcome as well. I won't keep you long but I will tell you that you might want to keep a tissue or two handy. That's it, I hope you like it]

Hongjoong had lost his group ring again

You did want to propose to him soon

Is it a sign??

How can he wear 2 rings on the same finger without being bothered about it?

You go with him to get the group ring reordered

And when he isn't paying much attention you tell them to put a hold to the making of the ring and make an appointment a few days after

Later the same week you go back to the place. Alone this time.

You pull out your design for the ring you wanted to make for him. You discuss details about its girth and the stone you wanted to get

After that is done you tell them to make his group ring a few sizes bigger than the original and to increase the radius within the infinity sign where the Dimond is set in one of its loops

Your idea was to hide your wedding ring inside the group ring

Well you wouldn't call it hiding since the stone in the second loop would give it away if you'd pay attention to it

You'd rather say he'd just have both his wedding rings together as one on his finger

You'd designed yours to have your birth stones embedded on the inner side where no one but he'd see it. Your diamond would sit on top such that it goes through the loop of the infinity on his group ring

Your diamond won't protrude but it would sit as though he'd had the original ring have 2 diamonds instead

The only difference being the tint your diamond had. You'd had the diamond cut into to engrave your initials into it with a drop of your blood and then stitched up like some pouch of a pact with the devil he'd made.

To get a natural diamond cut and re-harvested in a lab cost you good and if at all the love you had for him was any less you wouldn't have done it

You'd sat through nights and headaches just sitting at the kitchen counter designing the ring of your dreams

You had no problem at all, with the fact that he loved his members so much that you knew you'd make your ring to mold into it and sit like the rings are hugging each other

You loved them too, you couldn't imagine not having them in your life. You couldn't imagine your marriage without the chaos they'd bring, the laughs, the bickering, the love quarrels the stupid comments.

You couldn't imagine proposing to the love of your life without the help of the menaces who got you to fall into your future husband's arms, without their teasing.

You couldn't help but tear up waiting to collect the rings.

Hongjoong was your forever, till death and beyond, if not for eternity and all.

You had the ring, the dress, the hair inspo, the makeup, the nails, the heels, the venue, the plot for your trap to get your Joongie out of his studio, dressed and at the venue and your super supportive beastie Wooie.

5 hours to sunset. Everything is according to plan. Hwa has your Joongie out of the studio and preparing for a shower. You're sitting with Woo having your panic picnic at your apartment while he colors your hair.

3 hours to go. You're dolled up and getting pep talked to in the backseat of San's car which is taking you to the beach villa you bought last summer without telling anyone. Wooyoung had gasped offended when you told him you'd had this villa since late June.

The weather was pleasant, it hadn't rained and the skies were clear without signs of possible rain..

You were shaking, nervous and excited. Palms sweaty, breath heavy, heartbeat so rapid he could rap over it.

Just, as a confused Hongjoong walks up to the trail of flowers you'd prepared as a ramp for him. Nudged by his only hyung he continues to trace the trail.

You kneel on one knee, your hands resting on the other.

He finally walks up to you eyes teary and hands full with the Polaroids you had laid out pinned to the vines along the trail.

He stands in front of you and you look into his eyes. Like a dream to good to be true. But it was your destiny and you had come a long way to be here.

Bringing out the little ring box. You take a deep breath, flip it open and look the love of your life in the eyes.

"I did prepare a speech but I don't remember any of it. All I know is that I love you and I want you and I want to have kids with you and grow old and when we're dead I want to haunt with you. I want you to be mine.

Will you marry me?"

Tears trickle down your cheeks as you look at him. He's frozen, as he blinks his tears away.

He stomps his feet like a little kid.

"That’s not fare, I wanted to ask you first."

You blink at him confused as he kneels right in front of you, drawing a similar box out from his pocket and next to your hand he opens it.

"Marry me."

You're bawling your eyes and so is he. He pulls you in for a quick kiss before letting out his finger for you to put his ring on him as you follow to do the same. You recognize the tinted Dimond and look up to him in disbelief.

"Baby your drunk ass tells me all about your fantasies, I've known you'd want a diamond like no other, one with my sole etched to you forever."

"I fucking love Kim Hongjoong"

"I love fucking you Kim y/n"

P.S.

Attempt at comedy:

Wooyoung pops the champagne and the cork hits your head and then everyone makes Mrs. Kim Shorty jokes some including "you'll have short children since both of you are short".

Tagged: @chocoholicbabe1994 @pirateprincessoz

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could i request a whats it’s like to date marilyn thornhill x fem reader headcannons?

Marilyn Thornhill x Reader Headcanons

Description: basically what dating Marilyn Thornhill would be like.

Warning(s): mentions of nsfw

Note(s): Hi anon, I'm sorry this took a while! She is not a murderer or psycho for the sake of these head canons lol. (Also this has not been proofread so there may be some errors present.)

Word count: 572 words

Marilyn strikes me as an incredibly touchy and clingy lover.

She is extremely possessive (and jealous), so does NOT like it when others touch what’s hers.

She always has to be touching you; whether it’s holding your hand, looping her arm through your own, placing her hand on your thigh, or placing an arm around your waist.

If someone else flirts with you she will definitely make it clear that you’re taken. She will just start making out with you.

She loves to cuddle and be held, especially on rainy days. She finds the sound of rain deeply calming and peaceful.

She loves to curl up on your lap, each of you with your own book. Just enjoying being in each other’s company. She could get lost in a book for hours at a time.

She is a hopeless romantic and adores showering you with love and affection. She also gives the most amazing gifts.

She definitely gets in the mood appreciates it when you do romantic things for her, such as, taking her out for a candlelit dinner, running her a bath with her favourite bath salts and scents to help her unwind, or greeting her at the door with a glass of wine and a kiss after and especially stressful day.

She shows her love by giving you flowers with secret meanings, whether it’s for a special occasion or “just because”.

Marilyn would bring carnivorous plants home from work often- all the time if we’re honest!

Her home office is filled to the brim with plants, with lots of pot plants scattered all over her desk.

She spends a lot of time at Nevermore, so she loves it when you pay her little visits. Sometimes you surprise her with flowers (not that she needs more) on special occasions, or bring things she might have forgotten at home.

Most mornings you go to the Weathervane together so that she can get her morning matcha latte and you can get something for yourself.

After you both get your drinks, you share a kiss goodbye and head in opposite directions to your respective jobs.

Since she usually works long hours at Nevermore, you usually arrive home first, but once she arrives at home, she fills you in on her day and tells you cute little stories about what her students especially Wednesday have been up to.

A few little things you love about her: the way her face absolutely lights up when she talks about her job, how her nose crinkles when she laughs, and how beautiful she looks when she ties her hair up (come on, it would be really sexy).

She finds bliss in doing ordinary domestic things with you. For example, she loves cooking dinner together, it’s even become an evening routine. (And an excuse to spend more time with you.)

She is still very touchy when sleeping, though I think she is the little spoon (I know this for a fact, though I don’t know why. But I do not need to explain myself and am not taking criticism at this time lol).

She loves wearing your clothes, especially when she accompanies her students on school outings, or has to travel. She hates being away from you, so she finds it comforting. She also douses whatever clothing she steals in tons of your perfume/cologne. On the other hand, when you wear her clothes she gets really hot and bothered.

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Hey friends. Holy wow my big sad brain took me out this past week. I couldn't touch anything creative until the last couple days. (The warm sunshine is helping.) I'm on my fourth rewrite of chapter two for lost boys. (Fourth!) I think this is the version y'all are gonna see because I cannot keep doing this to myself. At some point, things just need to be good enough, yeah?

Eternal gratitude for @thewholelemon who has read every version, every axed sentence and dead end, and continues to offer sage wisdom, feedback and encouragement. Jenny, you're also reminding me to have fun, and, well, I honestly think I would have given up on this thing by now without you. Alllll the love, my friend. 🩵

For today, I'm sharing part of a scene that ended up on the cutting room floor. Enjoy this dead darling as it's headed to the compost pile. In the spirit and practice of having fun and not overthinking things, it is unedited.

It's also long so I've placed it under the cut.

A delighted laugh spills out of my mouth, and I hold out my arms in a raw embrace of the elements, tilting my face into the warm rain and feeling the water collect in the dips of my eye sockets. Eventually I blink open my eyes to find Simon racing between thick, tall flower stems with Pockets. Simon stops for a breath and looks over his shoulder at me, his smile bright and open and wide. It only takes a couple minutes before we are completely soaked through. “Tink didn’t tell me it would rain,” Simon says once he’s finished running around and joins me by an enormous tower of purple orchids. “I don’t mind it,” I reply. I don’t, really. Not when it feels like the most luxurious hot shower, surrounded by giant flowers. Not when Simon is standing in front of me, his soaked t-shirt clinging to his form like a second skin. (That’s happening more – me noticing things like that. Specifically about Simon.) (He’s a dream. It’s fine. I wish he were real, but it’s fine.) “Let’s go dry off,” Simon laughs. We part ways with the others and return to the flat rocks overlooking the sea. The rain ends at the meadow’s edge, so it’s nothing but big blue sky and gentle sunshine as we stretch out on the rocks. A slow, balmy wind sweeps over us from the ocean. It smells of salt and lime and driftwood. The sun-warmed sandstone bleeds its warmth into my back, and I release a contented sigh. “Fuck…” I draw the word out so long it turns into a groan. “The sun feels good.” Simon gives a lazy laugh and rolls onto his stomach, resting his head across his arms. Our bodies make a near-perfect 90 degree angle. “I feel like a cat,” I mumble. “I don’t want to move. Ever.” There’s no response. Simon is silent, which is unusual for him. I squint open an eye against the bright sunlight and glance over at him, only to find him staring at me. His curls fall over his forehead and his eyelashes are still clumped together, thick with meadow rain.  My stomach swoops. I feel exposed under his gaze. “What?” The faintest pink sweeps down his neck, and his eyes flick away. “Nothing.” He sniffs. “I mean, do you ever – I dunno…Would you…” He trails off, and I’m too sun-drunk to fully pursue. “They’re called words, Simon,” I drawl. Simon scrunches his nose and tucks his chin over his arms, tilting his head at me. “What d’you wanna do after drying off?” That isn’t what he had wanted to say, but I’m loose-limbed from the sun and distracted by the way his forearms are folded over one another. I tear my eyes away from his arms and say with a deep sigh, “Told you. I’m never moving from this rock. I’m a cat. A lizard. I’ve entered my reptilian era.” Simon laughs again, and the sound finds every crack inside my body and fills it with a warmth that surpasses the sun.

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Panacea

Chapter 2: Storm before the Blushing Morn

Dan Feng x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS/ TAGS: The reader has a default name, OOC, mentioned of blood. (This is a work of fanfiction, events are not aligned or relevant to the original work)

Word count: ~2k

Summary: He met you on a drizzling day when hydrangea fully bloomed on its field. Amidst the sea of mild pastel petals, Dan Feng never thought the flowery domain that intertwined your fate was the precise thing withered with you. They said he was a dragon, a hero, a sinner, but never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world. However, it was a demi-truth. He committed the cardinal sin because of you.

Note: Do you like...pain?

He revisited on a sprinkle day, his signature ambergris aroma mixed with the freshness of humid forest note. You did not know why, but the High Elder seemed to be into rainy days because every time he came, water definitely showered outside. It has been weeks since you met him for the first time, and thanks to the frequency of his visits, you learn that the nonchalant Imbibitor Lunae gradually displays the other side. Although Dan Feng never clearly shows his emotion, you can tell his mood through the draconic tail. When he feels happy, his tail swings side to side and stands still as its owner is interested in or concentrates on whatever your information. In addition to your surprise, he sometimes even punchlines on your venting stories.  

Under the Mulan's foliage, you slowly gaze at the kaleidoscope sky after rain. A mid-summer breeze that carries the scent of white flowers softly blows through, driving the ripples to gleam on the water's surface. 

Immersing in your haze, you forget what was going to do until the Long Scion gives out his curiousness about the bush of Datura Metel in a corner garden. 

"I have studied an organic pesticide which extracts from their active agents." - The elegant smell of lotus still glistens in the morning dew perfumes in your lungs when nudging into them. Suddenly, you shove the flower cart into his arms and tell him to wait for you at a nearby wooden bench. Dan Feng thinks eternal Spring never leaves this sunlit Shangri-La as he wipes the Mulan's petals out of the seat because the flora seems to blossom in four seasons. 

While idly watching Koi fish under silky leafages, the High Elder does not notice you snicker behind. A forgotten raindrop stagnates on the lotus leaf trail like a lost pearl, arousing the quiet pond like his emerald orbs rising in astonishment. Amid the multi-colored palette, Dan Feng finds your smile is the most gorgeous flower when you abruptly pop up with a posy of Emperical Peony. The beam you flashed him still lingering in his mind as Dan Feng reluctantly takes the gift. Your hands lightly brush together via the exchange, reminding him of the existence of those black gloves since he has not seen you take them off once. Nevertheless, he lets it pass and dances his slender finger around the ombre corolla instead.  

"Thank you, Yi Ting." - Imbibitor Lunae softly mutters under his breath, and as the lost ray shines through frost winter, a faint smile stretches on his usually glacial face. 

On that day in the summer season, Dan Feng realizes that he does not return to your place because of its spectacular. He wants to revisit the Shangri-La because he likes spending time with you.

On an Autumn afternoon painted in a burnt orange hue and wafting with a ripe persimmon scent, you are leisurely proceeding to the Dan Feng's residence while absentmindedly grazing a bunch of white chrysanthemums in hand. Looking at the High Elder Statue at the Dragonvista Rain Hall, your mind winds up reminiscing about the previous conversation.

"Yes?" - Transfering your focus toward his position, you represented the confusion as if hearing him wrong. The quiet Long Scion might befriend you and be your custom guest, but it was an extraordinary phenomenon since Dan Feng has not asked you to deliver flowers to his estate before. He patiently repeated the order while reading his scroll in one hand, and the other halfway was lifting the teacup with expressionless features. Looking at his relaxing manner, you unknowingly realize this house became Imbibitor Lunae's office. 

When immersing thought in the past, you are suddenly pulled back to the present by a low thud of a light collision with a follow-up painful cry. Tears are bubbling in the Vidyadhara child's doe eyes as she feels the pain. You swiftly support her to stand up and inspect the body while trying to comfort the child, which results in two news in this situation. A good one is a scratch, and the bad is her cry getting louder even though you used up all your tricks. 

"Pain, Pain goes away!" - You singsong to conjure an apple lollipop appearing in hand, and tears stop falling as she eyes your apologetic smile with compensation. When you clean the last drop of trail wet on her chubby cheekbones and apologize with head patting, other Vidyadhara children circle you to admire the little show. A defeated sigh escapes your breath as you look at their twinkle glims and secretly count the remaining candy's quantity. Unfortunately, in addition to your trouble, with an invitation from a brunette-haired boy, the group of children tugs your sleeves to play blind man's buff with their puppy eyes. 

"Alright, but I won't be lenient." - You confidently state when settling the bouquet on a stone bench. And you keep your line.

Once darkness invades the vision, you start to track down the children. By listening to their footsteps and sensing the airflow, you catch all of them except Ma Tian, the boy with sheen eyes who cleverly outclasses your skill. Finally, thanks to your florist's exceptional technique, you discreetly declare the endgame while detecting his fabric detergent in the wind's stream. 

"Catch ya, little brat!" - You happily exclaim your victory when circling your arms around Ma Tian's figure. However, you immediately realize something is wrong as a familiar ambergris cologne lingers on your nose, and you are hugging a lean body. Hurriedly removing the blindfold, you see Dan Feng mimic your shocked expression while Ma Tian lolls out his head behind the Long Scion. 

"How long do you intend to embrace me?" - The High Elder clears his throat with a light reprimand nuance laces in but does not seem annoyed. If there is anything you would admire about Imbibitor Lunae besides his glorious feats, the quick recovery from an embarrassing situation is one of them. As soon as you two detach, Dan Feng grabs the bouquet and leads you out of the Scalegorge Waterscape, leaving the cheerful goodbyes of those children behind. You do not understand why Dan Feng is rushing in his strides until you see a pink tint on his tip ears. 

When the sunset light turns golden on the greenery beneath, which gets everything basked in the look of burnished copper, you two arrive at the military memorial area where illustrious warriors rest in peace. Passing through hundreds of black marble graves glides their name, Dan Feng unravels your holding hands as he crunches down to place the chrysanthemum bouquet in front of a stone-carved Bai Heng. 

You know that name. She was once a High-Cloud quintet member and a gifted pilot who sacrificed in the third Denizen of Abundance. People say Imbibitor Lunae is never a person with love, hatred, sorrow, or joy like everyone else in this world, but now you can shout out they are all wrong because of the unfathomable somber besieges in his orbs.

"Life is so short when it comes to mortal organisms'' - He mouths in a calm and unwavering tone after a long silence - "No matter what you do, they definitely die." With his back turned to you, it is challenging to figure out its meaning, yet you can degust a longing taste entangled in that clause. Forgotten fragments of sunlight slowly die on your heels while trekking to the way out, and the crescent vaguely takes place in the saturated navy sky. Although the High Elder rarely shared his thoughts with someone else, you hardly agree with this viewpoint.

 "Even if it is short-lived, even if fate sometimes turns tragic, limited longevity creates the beauty of lives and valuableness because we learn to cherish life, and not all farewells are regretful. Sometimes, death is also an extrication, and I believe we will rendezvous on another horizon." 

Dan Feng follows your graze to the glitter crepuscule, causing the mellow ray to cradle his features. - "Someday, you also turn into ashes?" - A sliver of bitterness in the question soon morphed into those cyan irises as you confirmed with your bright smile. When the two of you pass through the gate, Imbibitor Lunae abruptly informs you of his next arrival with special requests that combine with osmanthus cake and jasmine tea. It is the first time he proactively reserves in advance because Dan Feng neither notices his attendance nor does he appear on sunny days.  

"Do I have to wait for the rain to meet you?" - Only one sentence, it has changed your relationship ever since. You guess that might be the way he expresses his feelings. 

In a dream, I see myself in my childhood state with a bouquet of blue hydrangeas. Strolling by the seashore, the shells confound in golden sand rustles underneath my bare feet as I search for someone. End then, an abnormal bloodred butterfly hovers around to lead me toward that person; we have passed zillions of landscapes and territories, from glacial rivers where white snow permanently coats mounts to the vast rug crafted by countless vivid blossoms. From the nameless barren deserts with magnificent starry nights crown aloft to the rich prairie possesses coast breezes. I keep going, going.

"Hydrangeas is the soulmate of rains." A distant voice echoes from those feeble wings in the entire journey. It feels like Amber Periods have flown until we reach a field with full-bloom hydrangeas that unfold our presence. Suddenly, my companion disappears into thin air, and I notice a nostalgic glimpse waving his hand from afar as if he has been waiting for me for an astronomical long time. 

"You got my wish fulfilled... Thank you, my comrade." - The boy says in a gentle demeanor. His blue eyes shine brighter than any stars I have ever known, and he also disappears like the bloodred butterfly. His silhouette dissipates into thousands of flower petals as he flashes a warm smile toward me. 

"Wait, H...H..." - A tsunami of impuissant waves brews into my heart when I try to call his name, but none of the syllables come out, and tears continuously cascade from my eyes while I witness the lost world fading.

You wake up from a soothing noise of hot steam oozing out of your old kettle and forget the dream cleanly. "You had a fever." - A low tone voice diagnoses as soon as Dan Feng senses your consciousness. Slightly lifting the heavy eyelids, you see him situating beside your headboard with a botanical book in hand. The glorious sun is far high hanging in the sky to pour its honeyed light through your window, which informs you to oversleep impliedly. You do not notice tears rolling down until the Long Scion points out in skimming your complexion and uses his thumb to caress the trail wetness. Sensing no engagement in conversation, Dan Feng shifts his hand to cover your eyesight and tenderly leans forward.

You only feel a pillowy touch on your forehead afterward. 

"Please do not leave the bed today, and take the medicine on time because this is a prescription from the High Elder." - He faux-orders when rendering your vision. Astoundedly grazing the lingering sensation, you did not know that Imbibitor Lunae has a bizarre way of assessing the temperature. 

Winter at Shangri-La never experiences snow, yet it takes some seasonal features such as the gloomy weather all day with northeast wind seething through every direction. Inspecting the murky clouded skyward, you tug the scarf closer when your breaths dimly turn into silver smoke. As soon as you attempt to lift the white lily cart, a hot stream of fluid smelling like rusty iron runs down your chin, which the soil absorbs its falling drops. When you bring your hand to clean the water, it takes a moment to process it is blood. Your irises squeeze as you dumbfoundedly stare at the ivory gloves tainted with the crimson hue. Just as you intend to step forward, the surrounding spins around as though Earth and Heaven are twitching position, and you kneel only to cough out blood that permeates the fabric. The pollen sparkles in the ether after the collapse, and the shivering lily's petals in chilly winds are the last things in your blurring vision.