#absolutely filled to the brim w books

[freesomebodybyluna]

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[blues824]

My request for the prompt list is what ever you want and who ever you want I'm happy with everything you write and what to see what you want.

I found this cute picture of sebek for you I don't know who drew it but it's beautiful.

If this man does not become our husband in the next 5 seconds @theunknowntravel3r

I requested: Dancing to Christmas Music, New Year’s Countdown, NYE Party

Sebek Zigvolt

Let’s be honest, if you are with him, he probably has told his parents about you. It was his first time being in a relationship with a human, so who better than to ask his parents? That being said, when Winter Break rolled around, they had sent you an invitation to stay at their house for the duration of your time off from school.

The half-fae had warned you to pack heavily and with cold weather in mind, and he even lent you one of his hoodies… totally because you needed it and not because you looked absolutely adorable in it. You also noticed that it seemed that he sprayed some of his cologne on it so that it smelled freshly of him, and your heart melted.

Going through the mirror, the weather was definitely much colder, and you were glad that you were already wearing some extra layers. It was freezing cold. You went to pick up your suitcase only to see that Sebek picked it up for you. His face was flushed red, as he caught you looking at him, but in his mind he blamed it on the cold.

“Sebek, I can get my own stuff.”

“Nonsense! It is a knight’s duty to help a citizen, especially if you are their significant other!” He shouted, not as loud as when he shouts at Ace or Deuce, but definitely louder than necessary. 

So you said bye to everyone as you both headed to the dentist clinic, where you would meet his parents. You were nervous, and he could sense it. To be honest, he was more nervous about you meeting his older siblings, as they were very protective over their younger brother. 

Walking in, you noticed that it was very clean and quiet, probably because they were just locking up the office for the holidays. Upon seeing her son, Mrs. Zigvolt ran and pulled you both into a hug, exclaiming about how it was so good to see you and her son had told her so much about you. Sebek was embarrassed, but it had been a while since you'd felt the warm hug of a mother, so you embraced it.

His father walked into the lobby soon, and waited until his wife was finished with greeting you both so that he could hug his son and introduce himself to you properly. You could definitely see that your boyfriend was a perfect mix of his parents, in both appearance and personality, and it was quite funny to you.

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The Zigvolt residence wasn’t anything too grand. It was actually quite comfortable, and you loved everything about it. You got to see Sebek’s room, and you were surprised at how plain it looked. You would have thought that he would have had crocodile-print blankets and pillow cases but no. 

He actually had a bookcase filled to the brim with books, and they were organized by title. A few of them were romance novels that you were grateful to see, as you recognized them from your own world. Shakespeare, the Brothers Grimm, and the Bronte Sisters. 

“Huma- I mean, Y/N, you will be sleeping in here, and I will sleep on the couch!” He announced, setting your suitcase on the bed.

“Why don’t we just share the bed? It’s a king-sized bed, we can both fit.”

“THAT IS IMPROPER, ESPECIALLY BEFORE MARRIAGE!!!” He shouted, face painted a bright, glowing red at the mere thought of doing something so intimate.

“Is it that? Or is it because we’re in your parents’ house? You do realize that we’ve slept in the same bed before back at Ramshackle, right?”

“I-I do realize that!” He said all too quickly, making you laugh.

“Alright, what’s got you so worked up, Mr. Knight-in-Shining-Armor?” You stepped right in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck and playing with the ends of his hair. His hands instinctively fell to your waist.

You always knew when something was bothering him… and it was something that he both hated and appreciated about you. 

“I have never brought a significant other home before, and I am nervous about how my siblings and my grandfather will take it… especially since you are human,” He admitted, and you could feel his shoulders sag a bit when he mentioned his grandfather.

“Your grandfather was forced to accept your father, wasn’t he? I will force him to accept me. I forced you to, so it shouldn’t be much more difficult than that, right?” You offered him a reassuring smile, and he knew that you could win anybody over. However, his grandfather still did not like his father. “And if he doesn’t, then he’ll love our children.” 

It was lucky that he was half-fae and did not get whiplash as easily as humans do, otherwise his neck would have absolutely snapped with the velocity at which he turned his head to look at you, wide eyes and flushed face apparent.

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Over the course of the next few days, you basically stayed in the house. You did stop by the market to meet some of the townsfolk, but it was freezing cold out there. Besides, you definitely preferred seeing baby pictures of your boyfriend over the snow any day of the week. Mrs. Zigvolt was very happy to show you the most embarrassing ones, much to her son’s dismay.

You also helped prepare the house for the upcoming New Year’s Eve party that the Zigvolt’s hosted annually. You were excited to see Silver and Lilia again, but you were sad that Tsunotarou was not going to be able to make it. It would be alright, because you needed to meet Baul Zigvolt as well as Sebek’s siblings.

On the day of the party, his sister was the first of them to arrive. She didn’t live too far away, but the snow made it difficult to get there. She squealed upon seeing you, though, and you made a guess that this generation of Zigvolt’s inherited their mother’s strength when she hugged you.

“YOU MUST BE SEBEK’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER!!!!” She exclaimed in excitement.

“WHO’S SEBEK’S SIGNIFICANT OTHER?!” You heard a man exclaim from the front door. Looks like the eldest son of the family is now present.

“I am! My name is Y/N L/N!” You were not surprised to be swept into yet another bone-crushing hug, but this time you were rescued by another woman who didn’t look like she was related.

“Honey, let them go! They can barely breathe, poor thing…” You shook her hand after being let down, and you noticed the ring on her and Sebek’s older brother’s fingers, making a note that she married into the family.

Lilia and Silver weren’t too far behind, and so the only person you all were waiting for was the grandfather of the family. Lilia tried to reassure you that you would be fine and that Baul would tolerate you, but it still wasn’t any less nerve-wracking. Sebek was in a similar state, not being able to sit still, and when he was sitting, his leg was bouncing.

What did manage to give you a bit of hope was that you were not the only human in the room. Sebek’s father, sister-in-law, and Silver were all there to stand beside you. Of course, the first person mentioned didn’t count, because Baul still didn’t like him. However, the other two were accepted with nearly open arms.

Then, the dreaded knock on the door sounded, making more and more terror sink into your and your boyfriend’s souls. You took his hand in yours, drawing absentminded circles on the back of it with your thumb.

“Where is the human who deems themself worthy to court my youngest grandson?” He said upon entering.

Whatever happened to ‘Hello’? ‘How are you?’ ‘My name is…’?

“I am right here, sir.” You stood up, walking up to him and extending your out to him. “My name is Y/N L/N.”

A moment of silence passed, and you could feel sweat trickling down the back of your neck, but he accepted your hand and shook it, telling you his name in return. The entire group behind you let out a sigh of relief, before the festivities truly began.

And by ‘festivities’, I mean sitting on the couch and talking. This is probably the most ‘unseasoned chicken’ family out there… just saying.

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It had been a few hours since Baul had arrived, and it seemed like he accepted you into the family. You were in it for the long haul, but you didn’t mind. Behind the scary facade, he was just a man who was concerned with the wellbeing of his family. You could appreciate that, and now you sat, sitting and listening to his and Lilia’s “glory days” from back in the military.

Sebek was listening with stars in his eyes, and you knew that he aspired to be like his grandfather. He was sitting on the couch, and you were sitting on the floor, leaning your head on his leg as you listened along. However, you zoned out a bit, feeling your social battery become low.

Mr. Zigvolt put on a Christmas record on an old gramophone that they kept in the family room, and walked up to his wife.

“Would you like to dance, darling?” He extended his hand out to her, and your heart melted at the sight.

“Why, yes I would.” And so they started to rock back and forth. In their home, they had wedding photos hung up, and they looked as in love as they were back then.

Sebek’s brother and sister-in-law joined them. It wasn’t anything too complicated, literally just rocking back and forth. You smiled, lip-syncing to the words and watching the two couples dance with each other.

“H-Human, would you like to dance with me?” Sebek stood up and held a hand out to you, offering to help you up. Poor baby’s face was flushed red, embarrassed or flustered, or maybe a mix of both. Plus, he was using a soft voice.

“I would like nothing more, my Knight in Shining Armor,” You said with a smile on your face, allowing yourself to be pulled up off the ground and into his chest. Placing your hand on his shoulder and holding his hand with your free one, you both also began swaying side-to-side. 

The song was soft, creating a rather romantic atmosphere in the living room of the Zigvolt residence. Staring into Sebek’s eyes, you could see the pride he felt at his choice of a significant other being accepted by the man he looked up to the most.

“1 MINUTE UNTIL MIDNIGHT!!!” The eldest Zigvolt daughter shouted out. All of a sudden, your beloved knight looked panicked, and you were about to ask what happened when he looked back into your eyes.

“Human, I am aware that I have not been very straightforward with my feelings for the past year that I have known you. I, however, want to take this last minute in the year to express them. I love you, Y/N L/N,” You could here the others start to count down, “And I understand if you do not wish to say it yet at this point in our relationship-”

“3, 2, 1!!!” The others shouted.

Quickly, you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, closing your eyes. Your heart was pounding as you felt all the oxygen in your lungs quickly disappear, and when you broke apart from him, you smiled.

“I love you, too, Sebek Zigvolt.”

[snail-noodle]

thinking about how my oc and shadow milk cookie (before his fall) would first end up meeting.

this ended up turning out as a small fic??? Oh! And shadow milk cookie will be called light milk cookie in this :)

Also here's how I see Shadow Milk Cookie's design! Follow this artist, I'm begging ya'll 🙏💖

Clam Cookie fell sick to a mysterious illness in her early adult years. Her parents called for the best doctors/healers near them, but no one could figure out a cure. Both being desperate, not wanting their only beloved daughter to die, eventually sought the help of one of the five great cookies, the virtue of knowledge, Light Milk Cookie.

Light Milk Cookie agreed to find a cure, feeling compassion for her parents and for her. Sadly, with how far away his kingdom was from her home, he had to take her with him. So, with hushed goodbyes and tears in their eyes, the two parents watched as the carriage carried their daughter to a faraway kingdom.

And so, the great hero worked day and night to find a cure for the young lady. Thanks to her parents, he found out about the herbs and medicines the other doctors had tried on using. With this information, he would mix or replace specific ingredients for each medicine he would make. One particular medicine he made ended up showing some effect, but it still wasn't enough to cure her fully.

Then he had an idea. An absolute ambitious idea.

Perhaps, with some of his soul jam's essence and a mixture of the medicine, perhaps that could be the cure to her illness? Wasting no time, he hurried on making the new version. Once finished and given to her, he waited to see any changes.

As days went by, signs of the medicine healing her gained his attention. The new version was fully curing her! Relief and fatigue filled his entire body. He had gone a few nights and days without sleeping. At last, all his hard work had come to fruition.

Opening her eyes for the first time, Clam Cookie weakly sat up from bed. Groaning at the uncomfortable feeling of her dry throat, she looked around and noticed a glass of water on the desk next to her. Quickly taking it and gulping the refreshing liquid down, she took in her surroundings.

The colors of purple, blue, and white filled the room she was in. Shelves filled to the brim with books, tapestries dedicated to five certain cookies hung on the walls, and the desk near her had a few scrolls laying upon it.

She jumped at the sound of the door opening. She felt her heart race and her face turning warm as the most beautiful cookie she's ever seen in her life walked into the room. His entire look screamed of a sophisticated scholar. However, she knew he was far more than that as she took in more of his features. What took her attention the most was his hair. It flowed constantly, like that of an endless stream.

Next were his eyes. The dark bags underneath them from the lack of sleep were noticeable to her, but even so, they shined like that of two beautiful sapphires being held up in the sunlight.

Light Milk Cookie stood frozen in place. The look of surprise was written all over his face. This was the first time he had seen her eyes, and by the witches, they were absolutely mesmerizing!

Her eyes were the darkest blue, like that of the deep blue ocean. Her long, unkempt hair, which hung loosely behind her back in waves, only made her even more beautiful.

Both were at a loss of words. Neither one of them was able to speak as they studied each other. Clearing her throat, she finally spoke, "W-who are you? Where am I?" Snapping out of his trance, Light Milk Cookie gave her a gentle smile before closing the door.

"Please, have no fear, Clam Cookie. I only came in to check on you." He proceeded to walk closer to her, but stopped once he noticed her flinch. He raised up both his hands, signaling to her that he meant no harm.

"I only want to check if you still have a fever," he spoke softly at her. His tone easily taking away any tension she may have had of him.

"You've been sick for many weeks. This is the first time I've seen you fully awake." Now standing next to her, he gently placed a cool hand on her forehead. He paid no mind to her gasp, only taking note of her fever no longer there.

Humming in approval, he took his hand off and stepped back. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a scroll and a feathered quill pen, jotting down notes of her improved condition.

Clam Cookie looked at the display of magic in awe, her eyes shining as she watched the handsome scholar write.

"I will have to inform your parents about this, but you'll have to stay with me for just a few more days. I need to make sure the symptoms don't return." Looking back at her, he covered his mouth, chuckling at her reaction.

"I'm going to assume you've never seen magic before, yes?"

Clam Cookie shook her head, confirming his question. "I-I've only heard tales and stories of cookies being able to wield magic. I knew they were true, but to actually see it happen in front of me…" Light Milk Cookie couldn't help but blush as her eyes sparkled up at him with absolute admiration.

".. It's absolutely breathtaking."

One would assume her words were aimed directly at his display of magic, but with the way she gazed at him with those eyes, he knew those words were meant for him.

Clearing his throat, he set the scroll and quill down on the desk before turning his attention back to her. He gave her a bow, surprising her from the action.

"Forgive me, Clam Cookie. I haven't fully introduced myself. My name is Light Milk Cookie." he raised his head, gracing her with a charming smile that made her heart skip a beat.

"Though, you may also know me as one of the Five Great Heroes. The Virtue of Knowledge himself."

[nymph-ette111]

hiiiiiii!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) could you do a simon cof x sweet, feminine reader headcannons? made my own headcannons to share with you because ily and i love this prompt(⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

♡ i imagine reader and simon would go out, hes wearing the same crusty ass grey hoodie while shes dressed up all cute and pretty >.<

♡ he reeks of nicotine while she smells like neapolitan marshmallows<3 hes obsessed with her scent. he literally loves using her bodycare/haircare products over his 3 in 1 men shampoo (if he even showers that is) because he'd smell more like her.

♡ she shares absolutely everything of her purchases. she'd do little mini hauls to Simon, showcasing her new pink ballerina flats, sugarbunnies plushie she had to fight a war for in mercari, too faced chocolate bar palette, cute japanese stationary, and a lot of new clothes. Simon loves it. he loves seeing her happy. (may even buy her things he thinks she would love if he didn't have a smoking addiction<3)

♡ she doesnt only share that though she also loves talking his ears off about anything and everything<3 at first he was annoyed with her constant talking but when he spoke of it, she stopped talking so much and he got guilty and missed her overtalking. he tried to bring her spark back in talking and it worked

♡ shes compassionate and kind, understanding his struggles (but not condoning his actions) and helping him to get better. (he really wants to be saved by her but feels that he just cannot.)

♡ he really doesn't get why she's with him. Hes depressed, miserable, and difficult to be with. His low self esteem sometimes gets the best of him and he starts believing that he's not worthy of her, often leaving her on read, missing her calls, and ignoring her. (im sensing attachment issues) reader clutches w communication though :3

♡ they'd explore abandoned buildings. Simon's there to smoke blunts while readers there to get awesome fit pictures<3 they would go a long way travelling and reader the most practical girl you know has her feet hurt from walking on platforms. they either take lots of breaks or Simon just carries her on his back (unlikely)

♡ talk about taking fit pictures, Simon's technically her photographer. She has a blog where she posts fashion and besides the mirror pics, Simon's always the one taking the pictures. He's quite good at it too.

some of these headcannons probably won't work in his time but who cares(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ) hope this prompt isnt that hard to write for..(⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)you can always ignore if you want!! thankkkkkk you x3 xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxxooxoxoxox

WARNINGS; MENTIONS OF SMOKING, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION

AUTHOR'S NOTE; WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS JUST KNOW I LOVE YOU!!! probably inaccurate for both the character and the timeline... listen, I don't know what swedish people were up to in 2012 leave me alone. also not very happy with this, still trying to figure out how to write Simon :3

-he looks comically out of place in your room. just imagine a pastel pink room filled to the brim with cute plushies, shelves full of little trinkets and books, floral bedding and lace curtains. a wall full of movie posters, magazine pages, and little polaroids of your most treasured moments, and then there's a depressed smoke addict.

-you know those videos where it's a boyfriend sleeping in their girlfriend's girly room with a bunch of plushies on top of him? yeah, basically same situation.

-his sleep schedule is fucked up. either he pulls an all nighter or is passed out till 3 pm. when it's one of those times where Simon feels tired, you just let him sleep in your bed whilst you do whatever.

-it's also a great opportunity to gather the perfect pictures for black mailing.

-he just looks so stupid in your room I love him.

-doesn't care about your plushies but will learn to treat them nicely after you yelled at him for 15 minutes straight about how it's unacceptable to throw rilakkuma off the bed just so he could sit down.

-punches the plush when you aren't looking.

-he definitely gives you that pink hello kitty hoodie to wear. or he wears it instead so you two could match. that's probably your idea and he obliges because it's something you love and enjoy.

-really like the idea of him being your personal photographer. he's always the first to leave a like on whatever you post, especially if it's he who took the picture.

-doesn't know anyone besides you. his followings on social media just contain a bunch of his favorite bands and your account.

-a bit sad but I can see him borrowing your money (with permission) to buy cigarettes if his mother refuses to give him any. he wants to buy you stuff you might like but he's too busy spending it on his addiction :(

-he instead draws you your favorite characters so you can put it on the wall alongside your other pictures.

-has never been in the vicinity of a woman without being an awkward shit. moral of the story he doesn't know anything about girls. his knowledge of things is pretty vague, so please don't be surprised if you see him just poking around your vanity and asking a million different questions on what certain products do and why.

-his mother is very happy her son finally found a girlfriend. she approves of you and thinks you're an absolute sweetheart. always asks Simon when you will visit them again.

-you two definitely earn a few stares in public because how did such a sweet and pretty girl end up with a guy like Simon.

-it pisses him off endlessly but can't help his thoughts and feelings. thinks he doesn't deserve you or any of the kind shit you do for him.

-like nonnie said, he probably isn't the greatest boyfriend... there are times where he cancels your hang-outs without further explanation or simply doesn't acknowledge any of your calls and messages. he feels pretty shitty after it and apologizes for his behavior. you forgive him even though you both know he'll do it again.

-he is low-key obsessed with your smell, he smothers anything you have in the shower all over his body without caring what it's for, just simply reads the labels and puts it on... with big amounts. this man is making you go bankrupt. you could literally see the outline of his fingers left in the product..

-his camera is full of pictures of you, he likes looking at them when he feels down. which is pretty often.

-shows you all of his favorite places in Stockholm or even Kirkvile (where does this man live I don't get it) ones that aren't usually full of people, just overly adventurous teenagers from time to time. something tells you that you two have trespassed into private property multiple times but Simon doesn't want to answer that question clearly.

-ugh imagine clipping cute little hair clips into Simon's hair and he just lets you do whatever you want because if you're happy then he is happy and he wants to see you smile :(

-in exchange, you let him do corpse paint on your face.

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

🎁🎄Never Better Than At Christmas - Max Verstappen

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You lived in a small, snow-covered town in the heart of the Netherlands, and you were known throughout the town for your absolute adoration of Christmas. You always decorated your cozy little house with twinkling lights, ornaments and a perfectly adorned tree.

You also worked at the bookstore, where you spent your days surrounded by the magic of stories. You spent every Monday night, reading to the children of the village, and you helped out in the school library as well. 

On one snowy evening, just a few mere days before Christmas, a man walked into the bookstore, seemingly seeking refuge from the bitter cold outside. You were eager to share your love for literature, so you approached the man. 

"Excuse me?" you asked, standing beside him. He had a few sprinkles of white on his coat shoulders, a few sitting atop his blonde hair. "Can I help you?" you further asked, once you had his attention.

"I was just walking by, and this place looked pretty warm, I hope you don't mind," he kindly smiled, taking in your appearance. You looked as cozy as you possibly could, with black turtleneck sweater and a thick jacket over the top.

"Of course, no problem," you smiled, glad to have a visitor at this time. Nobody really came to the store past 5pm, but you were still open till eight any way. It was quiet, and it was the perfect place for you to read all of the books you could possibly want to indulge in. 

"It's a really nice store you've got here, the Christmas decorations are gorgeous," he complimented, and you couldn't help but blush. You took great pride in decorating your favourite place for your favourite holiday, and it was nice that someone noticed. 

"Thank you, Christmas is my absolute favourite holiday in the whole world," you beamed as he nodded in approval. 

"I completely agree with you, there's nothing quite like the magic of Christmas, is there?" he said, and you felt like you were falling in love already.

"There really isn't," you agreed, watching as his eyes wandered around the space. Bookshelves upon bookshelves lining the walls, filled to the brim with old classics and modern works of literature. There was a Christmas tree by the till, and the whole store had warm, twinkling lights strung up. 

"Can I get you a drink? I can do tea, coffee, hot chocolate, whatever you want, really," you offered, wanting to learn more about the stranger who had stumbled into your shop. 

"A hot chocolate sounds great, thank you." 

"Take a seat and I'll have it ready in a few minutes," you told him, pointing to the two arm chairs that were tucked away in the corner. That was where you would sit and read to the children on a Monday night, while they all sat sipping hot chocolates as they intently listened to you. 

You disappeared into the back to your tiny kitchen, which consisted of a small stove and a kettle, made complete with a mini fridge where you kept the milk. You warmed it up over the stove, before tipping the rich chocolate powder into it.

Pouring it into two mugs, you topped it off with whipped cream and the mini marshmallows that you absolutely loved. Walking back out into the shop, the mugs clutched in your hand, you saw the blonde man sat in one of the armchairs, and he had conveniently left your favourite one vacant for you. 

"Thank you," he said, taking one of the mugs out of your hands and leaning back in the chair. Something about the shop felt comforting, and homely. He couldn't quite tell whether it was the atmosphere, the lighting or the strange feeling of familiarity. 

"What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?" you queried, sitting down in the armchair next to the stranger's. You held the mug in your hands, and it was perfectly warm to the touch. 

"Max, you?" he said, and you could finally put a name to the face. 

"Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you," you smiled, looking at him. He had this glint in his eyes, and they were just as blue as the crisp winter skies on a morning. Something about him made you feel safe, and comforted. 

"The pleasure is all mine," Max said, sipping away at his hot chocolate. He had to admit, it was one of the best he had ever had, and it made him feel a warmth inside his chest. 

"So what brings you here? You're not a local, I know that for sure," you chuckled. 

"I was just passing through, since I'm going home to my family's for Christmas, but the snow was just too heavy to drive, so I thought I'd stop over here until it clears. I saw your shop was open, and I love books, and it looked incredibly cozy, so I figured it'd be perfect to get out of the storm for a short while," he explained, as you attentively listened. 

"What kind of books do you like?" you asked, excited to delve into one of your favourite topics. You owned a bookstore after all, so you had to know what you were talking about in regards to your passion. 

"I really like the classics, and A Christmas Carol has to be one of my favourites," he told you, and you could have sworn your heart skipped a beat. You stood from your chair and, once again, disappeared into the back. 

You pressed the buttons on the safe in the corner and produced what you were looking for. You handed it to Max when you returned, and his eyes widened. "My prized possession, not first edition, but printed in 1845," you explained. 

He gently ran his fingers over the delicate red front of the book - the 1845 print of A Christmas Carol. The edges were slightly frayed, but that was to be expected of a near on 180-year-old book. "How the hell did you get your hands on this?" he asked, flabbergasted. He had to keep on running his fingers over it, just to make sure it was real. 

"My Dad was a collector of the classics, this is the only one of his that isn't in a museum at the moment," you explained, the look on his face being completely priceless. It was like a child opening their dream gift on Christmas morning. That pure, innocent joy that couldn't be compared to anything else. 

"Can I open it?"

"Books are meant to be read," you nodded, watching the care he took as he gently flipped the pages. His hands were so careful with the aged, frail pages, his eyes scanning over the words that he had read so many times over, but it was so much better reading them from what might as well have been an original copy. 

"It's beautiful, absolutely beautiful," he stuttered, unable to take his eyes off the object in his hands. "Thank you for letting me see it," he added, handing it back to you so that you could put it back in its safe place.

"Stories are meant to be shared, it'd be selfish if I didn't," you smiled, peeking out of the window, seeing snowflakes aggressively fly through the air, a few hitting the glass panes. The wind rattled the door every now and then, as if it were trying to infiltrate the warm, safe space with its bitingly cold fingers. 

"I don't think the storm is letting up anytime soon, do you have a place to stay for the night?" you asked, seemingly concerned about what Max was going to do. 

"I didn't really think about that, to be honest..." he realised, thinking he would have to spend the night in his car, shivering as the wind kept him awake with its howling. 

"There's a spare room at my place, if you would be comfortable staying, that is. No pressure if not, I'm a stranger and this is a new town, I get it," you rambled.

"If you're happy with it, then I'd be very grateful to stay for the night," he smiled, glad that you were trusting a stranger from outside of your town to stay in your house. 

"Well then, let me lock up and we can head out," you smiled, retrieving your keys from the counter and starting to lock the bookstore up for the night. Once you were done, you led Max down some side streets, that were sheltered from the wind by the buildings.

"Goodnight Max, I'll be next door if you need me," you said, closing the door to the spare room behind you as you left Max to settle and get some sleep. All he could think about for a short while was how grateful he was for the storm, since it meant he could meet you and get to know you. 

The next morning, you awoke to people shovelling snow from the roads and pavements in order to allow people to actually get around the village. You found Max in the kitchen, stood at the stove. "Good morning, I figured I could make you breakfast as a small thank you," he said as he noticed you walk in. 

Your heart was fluttering as you and Max ate breakfast together, little progress being made on the roads outside. "I don't think you're going to be able to drive for a little while," you said, and Max could only chuckle in agreement. 

The roads were still blanketed by inches of snow, so driving on them was simply an idiotic idea. "How about we go for a walk, I can show you around?" you offered, wanting to show off more of your town to the man you had grown so fond of in such a short amount of time. 

"Sounds wonderful," Max smiled, ready to see your town. Once you were done with breakfast and had cleared away, the pair of you shrugged your coats over your shoulders and ventured out into the snowy landscape. 

The snow crunched under your feet, and glittered under the high winter sun. You showed him some of your favourite places, and finally took him to the antique shop that you frequented. Despite it only being a small town, there were many treasures that people kept until they no longer had the use for them, and brought them here. 

It was very resemblant of your book store, and Max instantly adored it. As you wandered around the store, Max let his eyes feast on all of the old wonders that it contained. Their collection spanned from furniture to old trinkets from years gone by. 

But, the section that intrigued the pair of you the most had to be the jewellry. They had pieces that were seemingly timeless, and they had every kind of piece that one's heart could desire: brooches, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, rings, anklets. You name it, they had something of it. 

Your eyes were particularly captured by a golden locket, the piece being placed in the display cabinet open, revealing the two spaces that two photos could be placed in. "Pretty, isn't it?" Max said, standing beside you as you gazed at it. 

"It really is," you nodded, moving on from the cabinet before the locket could steal your heart just as quickly as Max had. Max had already made up his mind of what he was going to do before he left, but he needed to send you away so he could make it somewhat of a surprise. 

As you stepped outside of the shop, Max stopped and tried to bring on his Oscar winning acting skills, of which he felt he greatly lacked. "Damn, I think I left my keys on one of the displays, I'll go and get them," he lied, not having a clue if he was being convincing or not. 

"Do you want me to come and help you look?" you offered, not spotting the pretty obvious lie. 

"No, I know where they are, but thank you," he said, a little too quickly before walking back into the store and heading straight to the counter. The clerk was more than happy to sell him the locket, since they were getting pretty full of items. 

He had it, and now he just had to get a couple more things done with it, and then he could gift it to you. "Am I alright to stay at yours for another night? I don't think the roads are clear yet," he said, glad to be hopefully staying longer with you. 

"Yeah, you can stay for as long as you need," you smiled, grateful that the roads weren't being cleared. You didn't want Max to go just yet, since you were thoroughly enjoying the time spent with him. You had gotten used to having him around for the past day and a bit, and you didn't want that to end. 

Eventually, you headed home and lit the fire, but Max said he was going to go to bed early, just in case he could leave the next day and would have a long drive ahead of him. You sat in front of the fire, the flames casting shadows on the walls with a crimson glow on the space. 

A newer copy of A Christmas Carol was sat on the coffee table, and you had started re-reading it since Max had been there. You mentally scolded him for partially ruining the book for you, since you would think of him every time you read the book, or looked at your prized 1845 copy. 

Now, A Christmas Carol and Max were two things that popped up simultaneously in your brain, and there was nothing you could do about it. While you were lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice Max slipping out of the back door and out onto the snowy pavements, yet again.

He went to the jewellry shop, leaving the locket there while he went to find someone who could print photos. It took a while, but he eventually found a printing machine in the convenience store. He also found a box for the locket, so that was convenient. 

Checking over the jewellers handy work on his return, he adored what they had done. It was exactly as he had imagined, and all he had to do was place the photo in, and it was all set for you. Opening the back door again, he was hit with the warmth from the fire, and silence. Nothing could be hear apart from the soft crackle of the embers. 

He saw you, still in the same exact spot on the couch, but you didn't move an inch. He headed upstairs to get ready for bed, but he thought it would be good to check on you. You were still in the same position, and as he approached, you stayed completely still. 

He rounded the sofa, quickly seeing why you hadn't moved. You were fast asleep, your book open in your lap as your lips were parted with soft breaths escaping them. He took the book from your lap, spotting that you were reading A Christmas Carol, and it was coincidentally on a very topical page. 

He put it to the side, and draped a blanket over you so that you'd be warm once the fire died out. He lent over and gently kissed you on the forehead, whispering a soft 'Goodnight' as he left you sleeping. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, the roads were fully cleared, and Max no longer had an excuse to stay. He stood outside your door, his bag in one hand as he took it all in for one last time. "It's been lovely spending time with you, Max," you said, trying to hide your sadness. 

"It's been great spending time with you as well, thank you so much for letting me stay," he smiled, gazing at you. 

"You're welcome any time, Max, absolutely any time at all," you told him, fidgeting with the object behind your back. "Erm, Merry Christmas," you stuttered, thrusting it in his direction. With his free hand, he took the thing from you, expecting it.

"I figured if you liked A Christmas Carol, you'll like this," you rambled, trying to gauge a reaction. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, before it broke out into a full grin across his face. "It's a special copy," you told him. 

Flicking it open, he saw all of your annotations, all of your thoughts and feelings, as if he were inside your mind. "Wow, thank you, so much," he smiled, tucking it into his bag. It was something he would treasure forever, and Great Expectations would now be something he always correlated with you. 

"I actually have something for you, but you can't open it until tomorrow, OK?" he said, pulling a small box out of his pocket. 

"Thank you, Max. I won't open it until tomorrow," you promised, dropping the box into your pocket so that you wouldn't get tempted to open it. 

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he said, before throwing caution to the wind and leaning closer to you. He paused for a moment, unsure if doing what he was about to was a good idea or not, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't.

He closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a short, yet sickeningly sweet kiss. It only left the both of you wanting more as he pulled away, the flush on your cheeks no longer being from the cold. "I'll see you later, Y/N," Max said, sitting down into his car. 

"I'll see you later, Max," you smiled, the melancholy instantly melting away like snow on a sunny day when you realised that this wasn't goodbye. Something inside you told you this wasn't goodbye, it simply was, as you had both said, a 'see you later'.

He waved as he drove off, and you stood there for a minute. It took everything you had to not pelt after him as fast as your legs could take you, stop Max's car, and give him everything you had. But, your eyes remained trained on the back of his car, until he was a dot on the horizon no more. 

--

There was one present you were itching to open on Christmas day, and it was the first one you looked at as you sat in front of your Christmas tree. Taking the lid off the box your heart stopped. 

Sat there, shining and glinting in the light, was the golden locket you had laid your eyes upon in the antiques store with Max. You ran your fingers over the cold, smooth gold for a moment, before opening it up. 

In the left panel was the one picture you and Max had taken together, in front of your book store, both of you smiling with cold-bitten rosy cheeks. In the right panel, was an engraving. 'Never better than at Christmas'. 

You flicked your eyes over to the copy of A Christmas Carol that you had on the coffee table still, and your heart swelled to at least three times the size. Tucked in the side, was a small piece of paper. All that was on it was a series of numbers, and you could barely refrain from jumping up in the air and giggling like a teenager. 

You put Christmas on hold, as you punched the numbers into your phone, and instantly texted it. 'Hey Max, thank you for my present, it is absolutely beautiful, I adore it. Hope you got to your family's safe, Merry Christmas! x'

'It was the least I could do after you were so kind to me' he instantly messaged back, as if he were waiting for you. "But I didn't make it to my family's'," a voice from behind you said. You whipped your head around, only to see Max stood there. 

For a moment, you just stared at him, thinking he was a figment of your imagination. "The snow got too bad further down," he smiled, opening his arms out to you. You bounded over to him, throwing your arms around his neck as you kissed him with every morsel of love you had in your body. 

He held you close as you kissed, and there couldn't have been a more magical moment. As you pulled away, flushed and breathless, Max tucked a lock of loose hair behind your ear. "You OK?" he softly asked, looking deep into your eyes. 

"Never better than at Christmas," you smiled, an he kissed you again, like a man starved of affection. He knew he'd never have to miss someone as much as he'd missed you during the drive away, and he knew this'd be the first of many more Christmases to remember. 

A/N - Merry Christmas my loves! I have some time off, and a few things finished, so that means you guys are actually going to get some content out of me! I am working on requests and part 2s, even though I know I've been saying that for like... 2 months now. I hope you're all having a wonderful day, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, and I love you all!

Lando Christmas Special coming later, Charles Christmas Special coming in the next couple days! 💖💖

|masterlist|

[yelenghs]

elaborate on femcel gamer yelena please🫡

make out with me, anon. n e ways😋 (i got a little silly w this one yall)

femcel! gamer! yelena is absolutely putrid. not to mention a huge perv as well.

she works from home and goes days without leaving the house sometimes. of course she showers, but sometimes she goes a few days without doing so just to annoy you. usually it ends with you showering with her and letting her feel you up while in there.

MESSY. ASS. ROOM. seeing it from your own point of view, it looks like a train wreck in there. the moment you step in youre hit with musty girl smell, cheap air freshener (that doesnt work too well), and her signature scent (which, SURPRISINGLY, is not that musty). there's piles of clothes, books on her shelves, a trash bin that's filled to the brim, and papers from her jobs scattered around her desk

but to her, it's an organized mess. she knows where everything is, she doesnt even have to look to know where anything is in her room. the one thing that is somewhat clean, though, is her bed. mainly because she likes to sleep with you and knows you wont sleep with her stuff thrown onto the bed.

when youre spending the night at her place, it's pretty easy to notice a pattern in how she acts. during the day/morning she looks completely serious, filing out paperwork and working diligently. yet when she's off work and the sun starts to set, it's like her personality flips a switch!

she becomes completely care free, her words slurred and the alcohol on her breath very apparent. when she's gaming almost all of her attention goes to that instead. and youve gotta say, she does look kinda hot when she's focused like that. you can even hear her cussing under her breath or sometimes yelling at her teammates.

if she gets too frustrated she rage quits and immediately walks over to you. that could end in one of two ways;

A.) you cuddle with her and she completely relaxes into you

or

B.) she takes her anger out on you (consensually) and fucks you with her strap till youre dumb.

also she has definitely made you sit on her lap while she gamed. she loves to rest her head on your shoulder while she does. sometimes she gives you a few hickeys while she's at it. other times, she'll make you wear a vibrator while she was on a call with her friends who weren't aware of what was going on. the moment they hang up she's shutting of her monitor and dragging you to the bed.

okay now that we've talked about those things, i want to talk about what really makes her a femcel. the absolute downright disgusting things that just complete it.

starting off strong with; sometimes she wears the same underwear she wore before she showered. she just flips it inside out and calls it a day. it disgusts you, but at least she's not going commando all the time.

she forgets to put on deodorant when she goes out. it's not too much of a problem, she doesnt sweat a lot, and even if she does it doesnt smell that bad either. but since youre her girlfriend and practically live with her, you can definitely tell she forgot.

will go days without changing her clothes. they could smell absolutely rancid but she's like 'it's okay it's not like im going out anyways' and then that's when you have to wrestle them off of her.

sometimes lets dishes and trash pile up at her desk and wont bother to take them out until you nag her about it or it starts getting in the way of her work.

now when it comes to the more perverted things..

she sniffs your panties and uses them to masturbate. when you're not home she scavanges through your dirty laundry and finds a pair of worn underwear that you havent washed. she'd hold it to her nose and while she rubs her clit in fast, tight circles.

openly stares at your ass and tits. no matter where you are. even if you two are going grocery shopping, she'll smirk a little bit and watch how your hips sway and your ass jiggle with every step you take. she's tall, so she has the advantage of looking down your shirt as well.

she likes to grope you when it just the two of you alone at her place or yours. even if you two are just walking by eachother, she'll grab your tit or smack your ass. other times, if she's feeling bold, she'll let her hand run across your hips; just shy of your crotch before walking past you.

when you two are cuddling, she likes to seat herself between your legs sometimes and mouth at you through the fabric of your panties while laying her head on your thigh. if she's tired, she just sniffs in the scent of your pussy before taking a nap in between your legs.

the most down bad thing she's ever done, is probably masturbate to you while you were asleep. as well as cum on you while you were resting. she'd bite her hand or a pillow to keep herself quiet. when she came, she wasnt expecting to squirt. she had squirted all over your sleeping form. she apologized in the morning and you just told her to wake you up from now on if she was feeling horny. unless she wanted you to be asleep, you weren't against it.

[sebastiansgaycousin]

I like a request of ravenclaw fem Reader and Sebastián with Ominis trap in a tomb and after getting chased by the inferi.

Sebastian and the Reader had to guide Ominis to the hallway filled with traps since which was stressful for the two of them. He manage to get to safety

I didn't know if you wanted it to be romantic, so I took the liberty of making it a Seb x Ominis fanfic, written through the Ravenclaw's perspective :)

Contains a spoiler for Sebastian's questline, although it's one sentence!

I hope it's to your liking! Can also be read on my Ao3

Absolute madness - Sebastian x Ominis (+ Platonic!Ravenclaw!Female!Reader)

Disturbing the graveyard had been a bad idea from the start. The Ravenclaw girl knew it from the start, but when Sebastian Sallow had his mind on something there would be no way to change his mind. So, she sighed and asked Ominis to join them so they could both make sure their friend got out unscathed. As a result, they were now running from inferi. 

“Over there!” She yelled, pointing at a tomb door that was cracked open ever so slightly. With a flick of her wand, the door opened and the three of them ran inside. Another flick of her wand caused the door to close, barely in time as there was one inferius who got the heavy door slammed shut in its face. She took a second to take a breather, eyes desperately trying to adjust to the darkness. 

“Lumos,” she whispered, causing the tip of her wand to glow. She looked around to look at her friends. Ominis was leaning against a wall, bent over as he tried to catch his breath. Sebastian sat on the floor, also out of breath. “Everyone okay?” She asked her friends, looking around for a way out. There was only a path that led down and away from the door. Probably for the better. She couldn’t help but feel curious as to what the path was leading towards. Both Slytherin boys made a noise to signal that they were okay. 

“Note to self; don’t go to any graveyards ever again,” Sebastian said while getting up again. He dusted off his trousers and robe. The girl smirked.

“It’s almost as if you have two friends who told you not to do it.” 

“And yet, you’re still here with me.”

“Cut it out, you two. There’s a time and a place for jokes and it’s not right now,” Ominis intervened, probably for the best. The Ravenclaw knew they’d keep making remarks to each other until one of them caved. Which didn’t happen quickly nor often. Her eyes scanned the room, but were pulled in by the pathway. Something stirred in her stomach as she squinted in distrust. 

“The only way out is through there,” she said.

“I figured as much.” Sebastian walked towards the pathway. He almost took a step onto the cobblestone floor, but his friend stopped him. He frowned as his brown eyes found hers. “What are you-?”

“I read about tombs like these in some books. They’re usually filled to the brim with traps,” she explained whilst she picked up a pebble. She threw it into the darkness of the hallway. The sound of stone on stone echoed back towards the trio, followed by the whistle of arrows ricocheting off the walls. Sebastian swallowed nervously. The girl shot him another I told you so glare. 

“How barbaric and honestly, quite primitive,” Ominis commented. Sebastian chuckled a bit too loud at his friend. This made the Ravenclaw raise a brow, at which Sebastian blushed and shrugged. She knew of Sebastian’s terrible crush on his oldest friend and had been trying to get them to confess to each other. She knew Ominis was crushing just as hard on Sebastian, but they were too dumb to see the other’s feelings. To be frank, they both weren’t very obvious about it unless you knew them personally, but Sebastian was the one to crack the most around Ominis. Laughing a little too hard at Ominis’ jokes was one of those cracks in Sebastian’s behaviour that made it obvious to anyone with ears that they were deeply enamoured with each other. 

With a sigh, she pointed her wand at the doorway. There was a handy system in place that would make a boulder come down if anyone stepped through the doorway. The boulder was round too, so besides the arrows flying at you, you’d be chased by a gigantic stone that could certainly crush you. “Lumos maxima,” she mumbled, lighting up the rest of the hallway. It was not a long hallway by any means. She could see the back, with a ladder now clearly in view at the other side. “I think we can make it by simply running.” She concluded, turning towards her friends again. 

Sebastian gawked at her with his brown eyes. “Are you out of your mind?” He asked, clearly surprised and a bit offended by the suggestion. “We’re going to be killed for sure!” 

“Hey, I’ve heard this before. Something something unforgivable curse to open a door in a certain scriptorium one Sebastian Sallow suggested we visit?” She sneered back, a bit sick of how hypocritical her friend was. Sebastian groaned.

“I’ll do it. But someone will have to guide me, as we can’t risk that I run into a wall,” Ominis said, determination clear as day on his face. The girl smiled a little bit at this. Oh Ominis, always the voice of reason of the three of them. 

“Ominis, this is madness!”

“Oh please, you’re not one to talk about madness,” Ominis suddenly grabbed Sebastian’s hand with a small smile. “You should guide me, with our friend in front of us guiding the way.” The red that took over most of Sebastian’s face was incredible. If only Ominis could see how hard he was blushing, the girl thought to herself with a smug smirk. That was another one of Sebastian’s cracking points; physical touch. Which also didn’t happen often, as Ominis usually refrained from touching anyone at all. 

“Fine, fine,” Sebastian caved. He squeezed Ominis’ hand and nodded towards the Ravenclaw. She nodded back. 

“On three?” Sebastian asked. 

“On three.” She repeated affirmatively. “One… Two… Three!” 

The three of them ran through the hallway as fast as they could. The girl squealed when she heard the boulder fall down and roll after the three of them. Fortunately for her, she reached the recess with the ladder in no time. She started climbing up, not looking back to see if the boulder would crush her friends. 

It obviously didn’t, as she heard the boys climb up the steel ladder as soon as she had made space. The boulder came to a halt with a loud bang against the stone. A lid was what was between the three of them and the outside world. She threw herself to the ground and made an inhuman happy sound. She turned on her back to look at the stars with a big smile on her face. Then, she looked up to watch her friends. Just in time, as Sebastian went in for a hug. Ominis had different plans, as he crushed his lips against Sebastian’s. The Ravenclaw girl blushed and looked away, giving them privacy. 

“I’m so glad we made it out alive and unharmed,” She heard Ominis whisper after a little while. Sebastian made a noise that sounded like he agreed. 

“Mhm…”

Her eyes crossed the duo again and she smiled softly at how her friends finally kissed, even if she found it awkward that she was there to witness it. Oh well. She could use it as a story for their future kids. “Uhm, boys, I’m glad you guys are finally confessing, but I feel like it’d be more appropriate if you’d do it in private, away from my eyes,” She got up and tucked her wand away in her robe. “You guys are too sweet, it’s disgusting. Congratulations, though.” 

Sebastian smiled and looked at Ominis. 

“Can’t believe it took a giant boulder for us to fess up.” 

“Your head is kind of like a giant boulder.” 

“Hey!” Sebastian pouted jokingly. “Ominis, she’s being mean…”

“You kind of deserve it for keeping me waiting for this long,” Ominis let go of Sebastian but took his hand again. “But she’s right. We should go back to school, as I have multiple thoughts in my head that I want to do. None of them involve standing around with prying eyes, all of them involve your lips and mine.” 

[sylviareviar]

???: Welcome to the Velvet Room.

"W-what the...? W-where am I...?"

Her dream had been a simple one, at first. One she was used to having. All she needed to do was climb to the top of the pure white tower. She'd been climbing for several days now, yet somehow despite the stairs never ending, she didn't feel tired. She was never bored, either, as the paintings hung on the walls kept her company while she walked. They were moving, as if taken straight from Harry Potter. Maybe they were? This was a dream, after all.

Yet, that somehow changed. Here, at the top of the tower, Sylvia found herself blindsided by a sudden change in atmosphere. What was once white marble magically became blue velvet. The walls of the room were covered in books, and the ceiling went much higher than she thought it would, sloping in a dome. Illuminated by a crystal chandelier was an ornate desk in the center of the room, where the presumed owner of the room sat in an office chair, tapping his fingers one by one on the mahogany surface he was leaning against. This massive library, decked in golden and blue paintings and filled to the absolute brim with books, globes, and even starry decor, had the distinct smell of lavender and old paper and ink.

Somehow, she felt calm here. It didn't even occur to her that the long-nosed man in the center of the room was staring at her with an eerily wide grin. She didn't question that he spoke Russian to her. After all, though it was not her best-known language, it was still her first. And this was merely a dream.

Right?

[d0ntw0rrybehappy]

Listening to this to give context to my Balzac book and it absolutely rules. Been into European history ever since going over the summer… these incredible stories of rises to power, the pomp and drama, sosososooo beautiful, the most beautiful theater… expanding Nails & Teeth (seemingly w/o end) to include it. The dictator Puppy Elushin will be modeled after Napoleon, perhaps, or a Trumper first, then he fancies himself a man of culture… trying to figure out how I can connect politics to culture (art, high society) in, lol, a post-apocalyptic world. Art is often wielded by politicians, of course. The Louvre was first called the “Napoleon Museum” because he filled it with all the masterpieces of the Renaissance he stole from Italy. Got creds from the French nobility and demoralized the Italians, an excellent political maneuver… now the rules are different, the role art (media?) plays… will have to invent some way to incorporate it… having way too much fun, finding everything so very interesting… then my head starts brimming with the whole circus of power and intrigue, which dovetails so nicely with my neurotic obsession w/ female objectification (Jiro, Elushin’s advisor and his introduction to “culture,” becomes infatuated with Elushin’s 16 yo daughter Rosalie, who manages to be both utterly boring and the platonic ideal of beauty according to the aesthetics of 22nd century Los Angeles)… and then my brain starts getting fried like when you spend too long on apps and I have to remind myself that the most worthwhile parts of this book are not (in my defense, somewhat in the Balzac tradition) long passages from Jiro’s pov on the consistency of Rosalie’s downy flesh or her “gentle, indulgent fathering” but are, in fact, the parts inspired by the times I remember to touch grass…

[magnoliamyrrh]

Paul is a fucked up manchild who berates his mom the second he gets supernatural powers and sees himself as better than everyone. That’s only if you can get past herbert’s awful writing where his villains gotta be fat and gay and he repeats these facts every single time they switch povs as if the audience has somehow forgotten (seriously, highlight every time herbert mentions the villain is fat. It’s so common it’s just boring stale writing). Paul in dune is the worst kinda self insert fanfic. Dune is such a shitty book girl how do you enjoy it

ohh he definetely is a man child; i feel bad for him in like the first half of the first book mainly bc hes a teenager, hes 15, like, a teenager teenager not an almost adult 17-18. he may come from a powerful family but hes just thrust into very messed up circumstances, more or less tortured to prove hes human, has to grapple with being some sort of raised-to-be-exceptional genetic experiment and being used in some weird intergalactic lie and war, and incredible amount of historical pressure and other things. like, at 15, hes more kid than adult dealing w this. but also, while being 15, he is smart, and charming to others, and he quickly rises to great infleunce and is good at manipulation. and yea the moment he gets some more power he turns it even against his own mother, against himself, and against others and the longer they go on the more insufferbale he becomes; what ground of expeptionalism in him existed gets raised tenfold -hes an inherently flaued character by all means who even when he tries he fucked up badly many times. i mean like hell, among all the shit he ends up doing, even just that thing that he himself didnt have the power to put shit in order, so he ends up forcing it on his son, like how he was shoved into a bunch of things when he was younger

and yes lol i am well aware of the villan thing. i do get that in this context the "fat" thing and even the gay pedo thing is moreso an allegory for greed and the keeping of and hoarding of precious things (im Not saying fat ppl are like this mind u, im not saying its good either, but in many cultures fat has or is indeed revered as a sign of wealth; and this is used to contrast to those who dont have, and i reckon this is where it comes from in the story). but yes, i do think thats uhh i hate this word problamatic. the fat thing, the gay thing, the pedo thing. definetely part of an ongoing issue of attaching several of those characteristics to villans, and also of making villans generally ugly, thus associsting the two together. like yup, its definitely not good

idk tho, i think. dune was written in the 1960s by a white dude. like, it doesnt suprise me that that stuff is in there. ive read plenty of things that have parts of them that are problamatic or outdated or offensive and it just,, is what it is. like idk i can enjoy something while also being aware and critical of the parts of it that are fucked up - i think if i wasnt able to, i wouldnt be able to like,,,, explore a lot of the literature that exists out there, especially older literature, no matter from where its from in the world or if its written by men or women. most of it or most authors at least have written some weird shit or held some weird shit. idk just a stupid parallel off the top of my head i love the 1001 nights stories - i grew up with them - but theyre filled to the brim with weird shit and problamatic things and sexism and racism and slavery and whatever else, like absolutely filled - to an extend they reflect the times. i still, however, enjoy reading them tho

i also dont know how much paul is a self insert - maybe. ive never read the dude as sympathetic or a sympathetic anti-hero much. i did find the idea that out of this all-female order theyd have the idea that a male would be the one w the greatest power and some sort of prophesied force of power weird, sooo idk maybe. but idk, if its a self insert i rlyyy dont think its supoosed to be a flattering one much. the dude just gets worse and worse as the books progress, and he ends up after fucking up so much and being too weak to fix it, exiled, alone, spending his last yesrs wondering in loneliness and deep regret. so, i dont think its shown that his superiority complex or anything else brought him something good; it just lead to tragedy

mostly i like the series for the intricacy of its plot and the way its introduced, the messages it tries to send even if it at times fails or does so badly. like yea, its not perfect, but it is trying to ssy something about foreign meddeling and co-opting of religions and cultures and desperste situstions, or colonialism and capitalism, of exploitation, greed, power, etc. and also in very large part its lore, its scifi elements, its weird out there mysticism, and all the parts of it that are very, very weird. i am fascinsted by the world that this dude created. im a really big fan of magical realism and to an extent the books are like this - because they start more normal and over time become more and more mystical and fantastical and weird and less grounded as more concepts, creatures, and affects of the spice are introduced. i also do like that the main character isnt an actual hero. all this talk of prophecy and whatever, but its all bad, and it goes so fucking bad. its to an extent a subversion of classical fantasy tropes, combined with space scifi.... and yes. there are times when the writing isnt great, or when its outdated, or when it hammers things again and again (like the villan thing). i also think in many places the writing is intriguing, careful, and calls for attention and contemplation of what is happening

and idk apart from something like 1001 nights..... to an extend, i feel abt dune as i feel about game of thrones. i rly love those books. yes theyre writing by an old white man. yes there are parts of them (less than the show id say) which are problamatic and outdated and i could go on a whole list about that. but, i still enjoy them. i think the world grrm martin created is insanely insanelyyy complex, beautiful, fascinating, the lore is some of the deepest and most intriguing ive ever seen, and the character writing - the sheer complexity of the characters, the willingness to show how fucked up humans are and how often things are so stupidly complicated, the way he can get us to love even insufferable characters, the way there are no perfect good heros, the broader anti-war and even climate change message, the harsh and grounded realism of much of the series,,, the way theyre also kinda like magic realism, bc over the books magic keeps coming back more and more, the world becomes more full of mystic and mystery and prophecies which arent 100% true, the way the books are largely a subversion of fantasy tropes. like, yea. theyve got issues, grrm martins writings got issues. but i think theyre brilliant in many ways at the same time 🤷‍♀️

so i guess. yea. im definitely not saying the books dont have issues or theyre perfect or theyre the peak of literature. but im still able to enjoy parts of them

[egg2k16]

2022 AO3 Year-End Fic Review

@praetorqueenreyna did one, n so I wanted to do one as well!

What is your AO3 account? I'm RedLlamas !

How many words did you write total in 2022? I wrote 39,493 words!

How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots? I wrote 14 fics! They were all oneshots, but three of them were a new series I started, the relics of fourteen duels, about modern day merthur!

What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic? My longest fic was for Open Range, Riding to Miles City, at 8,222 words! My shortest fic was for Marvel comics spideypool, Thumbing, at 1,426 words!

What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic? My most popular was for Merlin, En garde! Prêts? Allez! . It's the beginning of my modern merthur series! My least popular was Riding to Miles City 😩 no one's watched that movie at ALL. I'm encouraging everyone here to watch it, btw 👀

What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would? I write for A Lot of rarepairs, so I'm never surprised whenever I post something, and it gets Very little traction. However, I have noticed that all my fics have fared...a bit worse this year, since there has been a considerable downpick of people leaving comments. I guess it has to do with newcomers not realizing that you can, in fact, leave a comment on a fic that's a month old. It's really disheartening to see, that no one really wants to interact with me after the fact. That being said, I'm surprised my Squid Game fic, i wanna be the only one you need, didn't hit as hard. It's an omegaverse fic! With the main pairing of the show, sangihun! I think it may have to do with the fact that I made Sang-woo the omega, n Gi-hun the alpha, the...first fic to do that combination, actually

What fic performed way better than you thought it would? Honestly, my first merthur fic, I Just Wanna Dream ! I got very positive responses, n that made me very happy!

What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022? Riding to Miles City!!! I LOVE Open Range, and I LOVE Diego Luna, and I just wanna hold n squeeze him n kiss him n make him all mine – so obviously, the fic where he's starring as the romantic lead will be just filled to the brim w my pining n sexual desires in the perfect cowboy setting. I wrote that fic so fast, let me tell ya! So so excited to write it, and I even ended up being the first to write for Charley/Button! It's good, being the king, of my own little island

What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022? I barely read fics in 2022 😭 I was so stressed out from college, on top of the fact that I got back into reading books! It was very exciting, I hadn't picked up a book since like, 2014! But, I did finally get into the habit of bookmarking fics to reread! My fave fic written in 2022 is definitely Relic by thiefless ! It's a spideystrange fic, w the focus actually being on the Cloak of Levitation! I really love outsider povs, n the fact that this is an intelligent inanimate object? w feelings?? absolutely amazing!!!

Tag your friends to have them do this year-end fic review as well!

Anyone who comes across this is welcome to play! Tagging @skatingthinandice @sequencefairy @uneventfulhouses @lurkerviolin @fagjimmymcgill @pomegranate @destroyallhumans @mothmaneatsass @punk-rock-yuppie !!!

[frostcorpsclub]

This our first room that requires some extra context! As you may recall, the Schneeflocke Manor is decently old and is full to the brim with rooms, not just for the family but for the staff. That is the case here, Jonah and Jeans rooms are connected because many decades ago the top section was a room multiple maids shared and the floor below was storage room for some of the supplies needed to do their work.

Figure 1- Luckily for me, the Sims 4 has a whole pack related to DIY primarily knitting! This is his crafty corner. He has lots of storage for his knitting, crocheting, felting, etc. supplies. Jonah can knit at his desk and look up new designs to make on his little tablet w/ keyboard attachment, or take designs from the knitters almanac next to it. Though he prefers the grandma vibe of knitting on the rocking chair in the corner. On his little hallway table he has a box for crossstitching and a box for friendship bracelet making.

Figure 2- The entrance to his room, with only one scone because POOR people were put here!!! The flowers on the wall are felt sculptures Jonah made 🙂 There's also his pride flags.

Figure 3- Jonah's sleeping nook which is a posh chic dream. He has two dressers, one of which is acting as like a tv table. His vanity has his colognes and male skincare stuff, along with his big box of haircare so he can take good care of that giant curly lions mane of his.

Figure 4- I kind of struggled with filling up this space so I went with a big mirror for Jonah to mix and match outifts and a carpet visually guiding the eye to the staircase.

Figure 5- Jean's corner of absolute insanity, the wall is covered in different files, papers, and posters pertaining to different cold cases, conspiracy theories, and unexplained events. She has a bookshelf with books pertaining to them. Ideally there would be some red strings here and there. Jean is convinced everyone else is just really dumb and she's solved so many of these. Sometimes she's right. She has a sick ass frog rug and some crafts her twin brother made 🙂

Figure 6- This is the whiteboard where Jean maps out her newest theories and forces whatever poor sibling she's trapped down there to listen, usually Jonah or Jolyne. Jack will also humor her because he's loyal to his country but deeply untrusting of the government. Giant metal flower she found outside (see: stole from a playground).

Figure 7- Going from left to right we have a bucket of water balloons that Jean uses for pranks with Judah, which are so much worse when you remember he makes ice bombs LOL Jean has this sick ass hexagon shelf filled with random items she insists are haunted oddities. Her wall is a mixture of cool art she's stolen from humans and macrame Jonah's made for her!

Figure 8- Jeans bed and dresser, topped with some quirky knick knacks. Above her bed is Jeans attempt at being artistic like her brother.

[ebonyheartnet]

Friends, you’ve probably seen me go on about this shit, so please take this as a sign to get caught up

@ my Danny Phantom friends who love aged up eternal trio (especially when they all have powers): this is the kinky poly stuff some of us crave. Joy didn’t want to leave out those of us who prefer to not see the horizontal tango too, so there’s separate smut and emotional intimacy w/ a fade to black versions. Both are amazing jsyk, and filled to the brim with queer, disabled rep.

It has all the beauty of fic with proper editing and a truly beautiful universe. Although she doesn’t walk in our particular circle, this is also coming straight from the brain of a fellow fandom ADHD gremlin.

We all know damn well what it’s like to have one of our favorite writers develop a new obsession and pull us along for the ride. Please give Joy a shot, you’ll be absolutely blown away.

(Did I mention that the enemy of book 2 is gonna be capitalism? It’s flat out advertised as capitalism.)

I know it's probably bad practice to keep vague posting about the new book while I'm doing rewrites, but I'm just so amused at how the dyads form up.

You've got Nathan doing his damndest to be respectful about Ursula's magic while still being a little freaked out by it, and then there's Vlad ready to strap himself to a ritual altar for her.

She hasn't asked him to do this, nor does she need him do. He's just ready and willing.

[onmyyan]

Hiii I would like to say I like your writing and everything you do please make sure to get lots of rest and drink lots of water also I like a Caspian a lot and would like to hear more about him but, I am also interested in Ricky as when you said he was the smartest out of the brothers can we get more head canons about him. What is he like? What type of darling does he like and what are his dislikes also can his s/o be a oil painter( a really good one at that) when you get the chance

Also sorry if this is really long thank you 😊

A/N: Sweet anon i love ya and i hope your staying well fed and rested!! I was hoping someone would ask about Ricky!!! If u can't tell I have a crush oh him (EDITED 12/16/22)

T/W'S: Yandere shenanigans, manipulation, Virgo man,

Richard 'Ricky' Delmont

Coming in at a whopping 6'3, this brooding bastard isn't the biggest of his siblings, but he is the most cunning.

He has ADHD, his brain is reaching conclusions and other viable options while everyone else is still processing the question.

He keeps his hair long, the red really shines through in the sun, the ends touched his lower back, his canines are sharper than most when he's deep in thought his tongue constantly flickered over them.

His birthmark looks like a crudely drawn smiley face, his family nickname is- you guessed it, 'Smiley.' I know, so creative, this gets used a lot more ironically now since he almost always looks irritated.

His face is usually twisted into this 'irate at it all look' but when he'd occasionally unclench and relax, he had the prettiest features.

His eyes are captivating in the same way cats are.

But when he gets blackout mad they go black like a shark, his pupil gets so blown that all the red in his iris disappears.

Smells like old books and has some stupid expensive cologne that smells like a guy no other way to describe it.

The Brooklyn is strong in this one, very much sounds like the "settle down" guy from TikTok.

Secretly soft, so secret even he doesn't realize it.

Obsessed with his Fathers approval, like its a problem LMAO

Super into anything creative, particularly music, he used it as a tool to both understand and be understood, all genes appealed to him. Still, secretly, pop was his favorite, the only people who know that are his Mother and his Darling.

Had a scene phase- don't ask him about it unless you want him to lock himself in his room and blast MCR for a few hours

Holds you so tenderly, it's never a quick thing with him, he just wraps himself around you like a security blanket.

He's their Fathers favorite and it's obvious, once he began to show initiative, Carlos, their Father, quickly took him under his wing, sure Gabe had the muscle to do the job right but Ricky had the brain.

In that favoritism he has a lot of pressure to succeed, sure he'd get a proud look or a pat on the back whenever he did, but that consuming fear of failure weighed on him heavily.

Was forced to grow up wayyy faster than he should have. This shows in the way he treats people and himself.

Love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time.

Has a sixth sense about shit, like he knows when something is about to go down and the best way to handle it.

Scarily good at reading people, and knows when someone is lying so don't bother.

His one nickname for you is 'Love', while simple, he thinks it's absolutely perfect for you, it's what you brought into his life.

Despite the hardass mask he had up 99% of the time, he was truly himself with you.

He can let down his walls in a way he was never fully able to with his family.

Cherishes you wholeheartedly, has several notebooks filled to the brim with anything and everything you.

Huge stalker

The kinda guy who is careful in every aspect of his life, especially when it came to you.

He stalked you for a full year before officially claiming you as his Darling. He had to be certain you were the one because he didn't like making mistakes.

At least that's what he tells himself, but between you and me he was building up the confidence to ask you out.

The first time you two 'meet', only one of you notices the other.

You'd been browsing the oil paints intensely, so focused you didn't notice the massive man thumbing through the section on your right but he sure noticed you.

The tender way you inspected each tube caught his eye, particularly the fact that you bothered to put everything back where it belonged, it showed a certain kindness he only ever saw in his Mother.

He lingers, not so close you'd catch on, and pretends to look something up on his phone, then subtly takes a picture of your card when you pull it out to pay. He watches you until you leave.

The second the bell of the door signals your departure he's gone, typing your full name into the search bar with such fever his fingers trembled. The jolt of excitement turned into a constant hum as he searched.

He enjoys gathering research, even more so when it involves you.

He finds your art accounts first and spends hours staring at each piece you've created like a historian. If you do commissions he'll immediately ask for something, anything, as long as it comes from you he wants it- no, he needs it.

Of course, he'd use an anonymous account of his, one of many, and the second you agree he's sent over the full amount with the small message "Take your time, whatever you come up with will blow me away- R."

It's the start of your relationship, even if you don't realize it yet. He commissions you as often as you'd allow, using it as a way to communicate his love.

"Phenomenal work. You never cease to amaze me, I'm forever grateful for the chance to experience such wonder."

The notes he left grew more and more poetic, to you he was a mysterious, eloquently spoken fan who was very passionate about Art, he was, of course, talking about you whenever he wrote.

Speaking of, if given the chance to start over, he'd be an author, or a songwriter, anything where he gets to tap into the darkness inside and create from it.

A huge cuddle bug.

It's the one action you can lure him away from work with.

He is a Virgo man so you know, run

Has a bad habit of not eating when he's in 'work' mode, something you'll have to look out for.

The kinda person who can burn water, for the love of everything good keep him away from the kitchen.

Tried to make you breakfast once and nearly poisoned you both.

He sees the way their father looks at Caspian and does everything he can to escape that fate, meaning this book-loving, metal beltin' sweetheart learned to hide himself to fit in.

He can DANCE but never does it around anyone but you or his mirror.

Insecure about his "softer" features, his persona was built around hiding those parts of himself, thankfully loving you began to uncover those hidden pieces of him, while it wouldn't happen overnight, the light he had shined bright whenever he'd let it.

Would cry cum and combust if you ever painted him, literally gets it framed and has a very serious debate with himself if it should go in his home office or his work one, it comes down to the idea of having a shit day at work and looking up to see the physical representation of your love for him, that seals the deal.

He shows his love with every action and every word.

Possessive of your time, if he's perfectly satisfied only having you in his life why wouldn't you feel the same??

Openly hates your friends, well not so open you'd notice and call him out, but open in a way that has your friends complaining about him, he works you so well that he has you thinking it's better to stay in than go out with your friends, and who is he to deny you?

While he'd never make you mad on purpose, he did get all tingly when you got pissed at someone else, your brows would furrow and your gaze would turn to ice, oh would you look at that he's hard now.

[mytheoristavenue]

ST Jonathan Byers x Reader 🍋 - Rest and Relaxation {Kinktober #4}

Summary: After a long week of finals, you come home to your boyfriend, and he gives you oral until you fall asleep.

Warnings: oral (f receiving), collage!au, sleepy sex, preestablished consent to sexual activity while asleep/under the influence

You yawned, parking your car in the driveway to your California apartment, turning off the ignition, and pulling the key before hesitantly grabbing your book bag and purse, and exiting the vehicle. You quirked your brow as you let yourself into the apartment, finding all the lights off, apart from the one in the bedroom. “Jonathan?” you called out, cautiously. Usually the house was alive with music and the scent of cannabis or incense, and nine times out of ten, Argyle greeted you before your boyfriend did, even though he lived elsewhere. Creeping closer, you took the door handle into your palm and twisted, finding absolutely nothing amiss, just your sweet partner giving you a bright smile. 

“Welcome home.” he said, finishing a blunt he’d been rolling  and setting it on the bedside table. “How’d your test go?” he was, standing up and taking your bags, sitting them in a nearby chair, along with your coat. 

“Lousy,” you answered, lacking confidence. “I doubt I passed, I crammed all night.” you sighed, frustrated. He let your hair down as he listened, helping you to sit on the bed, slipping your shoes off.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m sure you passed, and if not, the semester is still young, you’ll have another chance to bring up your grade.” You nodded in agreeance.

“I just really hoped to start college off strong, ya know?”

He nodded knowingly. “I know, babe. But in the meantime, dinner is in the oven, and I ran you a bath, so take your time.” You looked up at him with glossy eyes. Jonathan was romantic, sure, and he’d done things like these before, but it always surprised you how thoughtful he could be.

“Thank you, babe.” you smiled sympathetically. “You didn’t have to go to the trouble.” You gushed as he lifted your shirt over your head and unclipped your bra. 

“It’s my pleasure, really. You’ve been super stressed lately, and I just wanted to help you unwind.” he replied softly as he helped you step out of your jeans and underwear, before shimmying your bath robe over your shoulders and walking with you to the adjoined bathroom.

The sight made your eyes water, your heart unable to handle such sweetness. The tub was filled to the brim with sudsy water, and there were candles dotting every surface. You gently shed your robe, and carefully laid it away from the candles, and sunk into the water, just in time for Jonathan to come back. He gingerly handed you a glass of the cheap wine you kept in the cabinet, and a lit blunt. “All set?” he asked, digging his hands into his pockets. 

“Yes, thank you, baby.” you beamed. He left you with a kiss atop your scalp to go finish up dinner. 

----

After dinner was done, Jonathan spoon few it to you, stating that he didn’t want you to cut your bath short, but he didn’t want you to have to reheat it later either. Afterwards, he helped you to wash your hair, massaging product into your roots. when you were ready, he help you out of the tub, enveloping you in warm towels, which he’d kept in the dryer since he’d gone to get the casserole out of the over.

Now you were sitting on the bed, towel covering your naked body as he sat behind you drying your hair. “Feel better?” he asked softly. 

“Very much so, thank you, Johny.” you replied, laying back against his chest. 

“Ya know, I had one more thing I wanted to do for you...if you’re up for it?” he suggested, a hint of nervousness in his soft voice. 

“I’m up for anything,” you responded, expecting cuddles and maybe for him to sing to you. Instead, you watching him as he gently pushed you down and laid you out, unwrapping the towel in the process. “Jonathan...?” you asked bashfully as lust darkened his eyes, and he pulled the duvet over his head, lying down between your legs. “W-What are you...”

“Shhh...” he whispered, now entirely submerged in the comfort of your pillow thighs. “Let me help you relax...I’ll be so gentle with you it’ll put you to sleep, baby.” he cooed up at you, eye contact strong as you peered beneath the blanket. You nodded, blushing and watched his eyes flutter shut as his head tilted to lay on your leg, his lips planting the sweetest kisses against your labia. Shivers ran up and down your spine as he sensually kiss you, his tongue not even breaching yet. It always melted you to feel him kiss your pussy like he would your lips, so much care put into each touch.

Gradually, he slowly began to let his tongue break through your labia, spreading you out and giving your clit the proper attention that it deserves, licking, kissing, and gently suckling on it periodically. Your entire body was beginning to tingle, even more so when your ears were blessed with his unmistakable moaning emitting from beneath the blanket. It drove you absolutely crazy when he did this, he always genuinely enjoyed pleasuring you, and got pleasure from it himself. You could always feel it as his hips grinded sensually into the mattress. “Taste so good...” he groaned, lips drenched in slick as he lapped stripes up your sex. 

You felt close to God at this point, with his head wedged between your doughy thighs, and his lips and tongue servicing your rawest needs. Your eye lids where becoming heavy with the amount of stress that was falling off you, more and more by the minute. “Jon...I don’t think I can-”

“You don’t have to cum, lover. If you don’t have the energy, that’s okay,” he reassured, lifting his head ever so slightly. “I just need you to relax and leave everything to me, ‘kay, baby?”

“Okay...” you mumbled as he began to sink back down into you.

Jonathan’s consumption of you dragged on for what he figured to be another quarter hour, but you’d lost all sense of time. What was seconds to him became eons for you, each sensual lick lasting years, every kiss keeping planted long enough to blossom into a lush rose. He was unknowingly laying a garden of serenity in your sacred fields, and tending to it with the utmost love and care. 

With neither of you the wiser, rest had finally found you with your legs encasing his head and delicate fingers gradually loosing grip on his unkept hair, though he persevered. It wasn’t until you released very soft snore that his attention shifted from his worship of your sex. Rising from your groin, he carefully peer out from under the blanket to find you in a peaceful dream, lashes intertwined and wet from past tears, lips parted as you breathed. Jonathan smiled lovingly, unable to understand how he was able to convince such an ethereal spirit as yourself to sleep in his bed. Sinking back down, for only a moment, he gently trailed a string of kisses to your clean skin, beginning at your love and ending at your forehead. 

Kicking off his shoes and jeans, and pealing his shift away, he crawled in next to you, and enveloped you in his safe arms, savoring the taste of your on his tongue.

[reddesertcolbs]

summer sunrise // colson baker

returning from my very long break from writing with a colson fluff, please let me know what you think.

requested: yes

summary: spending an early summer’s morning on the balcony with colson. 

word count: 986 - short but sweet :) 

warnings: mention of sexual acts but it’s in not detail at all. 

my writing

// 

mornings were always your favourite. waking up at the crack of dawn, sometimes before the sunrise so you could see the soft hues of orange and yellow spread across the sky. sunrises warmed your chest to the point you couldn’t explain the feeling in words. 

it is five thirty in the morning and it was still slightly dark outside. it enough to light up the room where you can see, although the chirps of the birds from the trees alarmed you that it was getting closer and closer to the sunrise. 

swinging your bare legs out of the bed slowly, careful not to wake the sleeping man who is letting out soft snores through his plump lips next to you, you lean down and grab your pyjama bottoms that colson tore off your legs the night before. after slipping them on, you lean over the bed to leave a barely there kiss on colson’s slightly sweaty forehead and walk towards the bathroom to quickly brush your teeth before walking downstairs to make your morning coffee. 

the delicious aroma of coffee beans drifts through the quiet kitchen as the coffee machine fills your favourite mug with the caffeinated brown liquid. the flavourful smell floods your nose as you pick up the now filled to the brim mug, before strutting up the stairs again and opening the door to the bedroom. 

with a quick glance over to the king sized bed, a loving smile spreads across your face as you take in colson’s relaxed state. he’s turned himself over so he is lying on his stomach, head facing your now empty pillow and one of his arms resting where you would be laying, whilst the other is resting above his head. the duvet has lowered itself, exposing his tattoo littered back and the top of his naked bottom from both of your antics from the night before, and the sight makes your heart rise as you gawk over your man's exposed body. quietly, after peeling your eyes off your sleeping lover, you make your way to the sliding doors, picking up the book that you’re currently reading from the nightstand, and unlocking it. 

inhaling a deep breath once the door opens, the scent of the summer fresh air fills your nostrils and lungs. the chirping of the birds singing songs to each other and the faint sounds of colson’s snores cloud your ears as you soundlessly close the sliding door behind you, before taking a seat on the outdoor sofa perched on the balcony. 

colson’s balcony is one of your favourite spots in his house to relax. it’s something about the quietness of the surroundings that warms your insides, the vines that wrap around the railings almost creating your own secret hideout for no one to see. there are no words to explain the comfort that you experience just from sitting on the balcony reading your favourite book and drinking your delicious mug of coffee in the mornings. 

opening the book, taking small sips of the warm liquid, your mind can’t help but wander as your eyes scan the words on the pages sitting in your lap. it’s amazing how your brain can picture every scene and you can’t help but drown the real world out, which is why you fail to hear the slight squeak of the sliding door open and your favourite man standing in front of you with sleepy eyes, wearing a blue hoodie and just his boxers. 

“baby, what are you doing awake at this time?” he grumbles, voice laced with sleep which makes his voice even deeper than it already is and startling you ever so slightly, as you lift your head with a warm smile. “i looked for you everywhere.” 

“i wanted to come and watch the sunrise.” you nod towards the sky, which is now littered in orange and yellow hues and without a doubt, looks absolutely stunning. “you okay?”

looking up at him him with pure admiration, he sends you a nod with a sleepy smile and a slight rub to his puffy eyes, you place the book on the small table that is sitting in front of the sofa, not before placing your bookmark into the page that you were in the middle of reading. situating yourself so your back is resting on the arm of the sofa, you open your arms wide, an invitation for your man to lay between which he happily accepts without any hesitation. 

a soft sigh of relaxation  and comfort is exhaled through colson’s nose as he lays down between your legs, his head finding a comfortable spot on your chest as he listens to the soft beating of your heart sitting in your chest, and his arms wrapping tightly around your body. looping your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands comes up to run through his hair, detangling the messy curls that knotted together during his sleep delicately with your fingers before placing a soft kiss to the top of his head, earning a gentle kiss to the chest from him in response. 

“the bed was cold without you.” he mumbles, placing yet another kiss to your chest and lifting his head and connecting his lips to your jaw, leaving a wet kiss to it, before finally connecting his lips to yours for the first of many times for that day. “i love you so much, angel.” 

“i love you too, baby.” you mummer against his lips, and lock your lips with his again, leaving a loving kiss to his soft lips before pulling away and looking up to the sky, admiring the hues. 

early mornings were your favourite for many reasons, but this one is definitely at the top of the list. early mornings on the balcony with a sleepy colson, who’s slowly falling back to sleep in your arms as you listen to the world slowly rise from its sleep.

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