#but we ended up going to a nice garden place full of a flowers of different variety. i kept telling myself layla would love this wiwiwi

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hallo yall i just got home from like. the earliest outing today and im so TIRED omfg but i am going to try getting some work done today

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Can We Start Over? | Ch. 1 The Winter Ball

Series Summary: From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? rich!harry x plus size!reader | enemies to lovers

A/N: This is a 5 part series commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you hon!).

Chapter 1. Summary: You meet Harry at your boss's retirement party and your night ends with a bang.

Word Count: 10k

Warning: 18+ only, smut, alcohol consumption, angst

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The winter ball was something Mr. Spector threw every year for his clients, colleagues, and other wealthy people he wanted to be seen with. This one was like the past three you’d attended, but unlike the others, this would be the last. Your boss, Mr. Spector was retiring, and he was moving to Italy. You were happy for him. Truly. He’d been good to you the past three and half years you spent working for him. You took on the duty of a personal assistant and friend. The friend part came naturally, of course. It wasn’t part of your job description but you honestly really liked Mr. Spector. He wasn’t nice to most people. But to you, he was kind of like the dad you never had. He was hard-nosed but he was fair and somehow you two just clicked.

You worked for one of the most elite household talent staffing companies out there. Your clients usually consisted of, not just wealthy people, but filthy rich and usually the kind that wanted to fly under the radar and needed the utmost discretion. In Mr. Spector’s case, he didn’t want his spiteful children to know how much he was really worth. Sure they were in the will, and they’d certainly do well upon his passing (that was all they seemed to care about), but they’d never see the real number of his assets until it was too late and everything was already doled out according to Mr. Spector’s wishes.

And so you helped him in any way you could to achieve this façade. You found a private accountant for him to move money about and helped him keep the appearance of not having the kind of money he actually did. You suggested, for example, that he not buy the Rolls Royce but that the Mercedes should be sufficient, and that rather than wearing a 31-million-dollar Patek Philippe, diamond-encrusted watch, he go with the more basic, 25-thousand-dollar stainless steel sports model Rolex instead. So he still maintained an air of wealth and prestige because there was no question to anyone that he was super rich. But you just helped him bring it down a notch.

And his winter ball was more like his retirement party this time around. He’d really gone all out. Despite your hesitation with some of his selections, you figured you’d give him this one. And you could admit that helping to plan his parties was one of your favorite tasks. You’d fly to venues all over the world seeking the best (once they’d been narrowed down of course) for him. Find the best chefs and mixologists, the perfect planners and decorators. You got to help select finishings, menus, and staff, right down to the types of linen and even the theme of the events.

And the theme of the night was A Secret Garden in the City. For this, you found a penthouse in Manhattan with full 360-degree views. The space was empty when you first arrived to look at it. You were told it wasn’t a place normally rented for parties but that the owner had intended to make it a fancy restaurant at some point. But it had been sitting for years, empty. And you found the place because Mr. Spector knew everyone. You had a number for a real estate agent to the wealthy in New York City and he gave you a bit of insider information. The penthouse space, he’d told you, could be negotiated by the owner to rent given the right price.

You had landscapers come in and make a garden of the space. Flowers, grass, trees, bushes, vines, even a lily pad pond… when everything was put together, it really did look like you were in a secret garden in the middle of Manhattan. Delicate string lights lit the space, the ceiling was painted a dark sky color so it felt as if you were outside. The table settings were like something out of a Hobbit’s Tale with knotty oak chairs with green silk cushions. The linens were of green satin silk with gold embroidery design and the napkins were gold satin. Centerpieces were potted leafy plants of all types, and moss was placed around the pots to give them that fairyland look. Tiny candles illuminated each table all around. Gold cutlery. Big golden lighted globes hung from the ceiling in various sizes between plants that cascaded down. It really was quite the spectacle.

You were proud of how it all turned out. And the 200 guests that Mr. Spector invited all appeared to be in awe of the space.

The stringed music playing for most of the event in the background was live. The musicians stood to the side of the room on a newly installed platform, trees lined the back of the stage. And now that the night was finally coming to an end, well, the main event had ended, it was time to drink and dance and let loose, the band was switched out for something rockier and more upbeat.

Mr. Spector kissed your cheek and gripped your arm, “My dear, you never cease to astonish me with your hard work. Thank you for this. I’ll see you in the morning okay?”

You tried to get him to stay and enjoy the after-party. And like every year before, he declined. He liked his private time. Liked reading and writing and the quiet. He preferred his guests to enjoy what he’d been able to give them. It was, after all, for them, he always said.

“Even though it’s your last event like this? You won’t get this again, sir. Are you sure?” You smiled at him and he nodded. You knew he’d decline to stay.

So, you ordered your second cocktail of the night once Mr. Spector left. Some type of green concoction with a blackberry-sized red flower floating atop. You didn’t know what was in it. All you knew was that it tasted delicious and it was going to get you into some trouble. But maybe that’s what you were looking for that evening. After all, this was your going away party as well. You’d be put back into the system as active again once you were officially out of Mr. Spector’s employ. It would be time to find your next role.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. Many dancing, some sitting and chatting, others making their rounds to network and schmooze. You stayed at the edge of the dance area and let your body move to the rhythm. You kept your eyes on everyone. Even though you were trying to just enjoy yourself you still felt somewhat responsible for all the attendees. It was ingrained in you.

You definitely fit in with everyone, though. Your outfit was couture, high fashion like the rest of the guests. Mr. Spector had paid for everything for you, as always. You picked out a beautiful cowl neck, deep navy-blue velvet dress with a slit that went up to your mid-thigh. The back draped down tastefully but the drape at the front was dangerously low. Just like you wanted. You had red pumps with gold and ruby jewelry. It was always difficult finding things in your size that weren’t from a big box store but the hunt for the perfect dress and accessories was always worth it. And the dress? You felt absolutely sexy. From head to toe.

The song was swingy and fun. More people covered the dance floor and somehow you’d gotten pushed further in. You still had your drink in hand but now it was nearly empty so you were less worried about spilling any of the liquid on yourself.

A woman you recognized as a small IT business owner greeted you and you both chatted as you danced together. When the song changed Elsie pointed at your drink, “You’re low. So am I,” she lifted her glass to show you, “Should we grab more?”

The answer that night was yes. Yes to anything.

The bar that lined the wall opposite the band had people hovering, waiting for their drinks. You let Elsie take the lead in getting the attention of the bartender. She was a tall, slender blond with smooth shiny hair so you figured she’d do better at getting your drinks faster. And you were used to that. Being the fat one, you tended to get overlooked and ignored. When you were younger it hurt a lot more, but these days you learned to use it to your advantage.

It wasn’t that you thought you were ugly or unworthy. You just understood how most people perceived you, even if they were wrong. You were confident when it mattered and took good care of yourself. And you rarely ever mistook a man’s kindness for him flirting with you, which was nice in a way. You couldn’t ever wrap your mind around assuming every guy who was kind to you was flirting. A lot of your friends had that mentality. Any time a man would chat them up they’d automatically jump to thinking they were being sized up somehow. You couldn’t imagine feeling so confident that you thought a man having a conversation with you meant anything more.

So that’s why when the tall, gorgeous man with dark, soft curls, sharp green eyes, and an even sharper jawline leaned in and asked, “Are you having a good time?” You didn’t assume he was flirting with you.

“I definitely am. How about you?” You turned to look up at him. Deep pink lips, broad shoulders, a very expensive suit and shoes, cocky grin.

“Sure. But I had to fly out here to attend last minute. My assistant forgot to add the event to my calendar so I had to settle for this suit and here I am. I’ll deal with her later. Luckily Alfred always throws the biggest and best parties so it’s been worth it.”

You noted the tiny dig to his assistant in the back of your mind and nodded, “Yeah, Mr. Spector loves to go big. It’s turned out great I think.” You had planned on mentioning you were the man of the night’s assistant until Mr. Cocky complained about his own. So you’d keep that little detail to yourself.

He was drinking whisky, neat. And when Elsie finally returned to your spot at the edge of the bar she handed you your tasty green drink and you introduced her.

“Elsie, this is… uh… What was your name?”

“I’m Harry. Harry Styles,” he held his hand out, gaudy rings on most of his fingers toward the pretty blond and she nodded, “Elsie Powers. Nice to meet you.”

The pair got to talking the moment Elsie mentioned her company and so you decided to dip out. You didn’t need to stand around and watch them flirt, which is what you assumed was going on. They were both gorgeous so that seemed natural to you.

But before you could take even a step outside of the little bubble the three of you were in you felt Harry’s hand at your low back as he leaned down to speak into your ear, “Don’t go too far. I was hoping to ask you something.”

You looked down at his arm and back into his eyes, “Okay… I’ll be around. You can come find me.”

When his fingers slid off your back as you stepped away you still felt the heat of his skin where he’d touched you. You liked his touch, but you assumed it happened because you took up so much space. It was more likely, in your mind, that he hadn’t meant to touch you there at all.

After another cocktail and a bit more dancing by yourself, Harry did find you. You didn’t realize it was him at first. You felt a warm body dancing behind you, not touching, just near enough that the heat emanated from him to your back. But then you heard his voice, “Found you. Thought you left.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder and spoke, “Was planning on staying til the end. Felt like I deserved to enjoy tonight.”

“And why’s that?” Harry’s hand brushed along your bare arm softly before he removed it. You felt the trail of where he’d touched your arm and it made you wonder if he’d done it on purpose.

“No reason. I just deserve it,” you kept swaying your hips and you felt Harry moving with you, standing over you. You could smell his cologne.

“You don’t mind me dancing with you, do you?” His voice was close to your neck as he spoke.

Shaking your head you turned your body to face him, swinging your hips softly, “Not at all.”

He grinned down at you and the dimple that appeared on his cheek had you taken aback. He was truly stunning.

“Good. Wanted to chat some with you. Find out more about you…” he took your hand in his and pulled you closer, shifting the mood a little as you both danced. You silently inhaled in surprise at his gesture.

“And what did you want to know, Mr. Styles?” You raised your brows and smirked at him. You weren’t sure at that point what he was doing. But he was certainly leading you to believe this was more than just a friendly chat.

“First, what’s your name?”

You laughed, “I’m Y/n. I guess I forgot to introduce myself.”

“Are you here alone, Y/n?” His free hand found a spot on your side over your hip.

“I am. What about you?” You weren’t used to receiving this kind of attention from anyone. Much less a wealthy handsome man.

“I’m here alone too,” he kept a cocky grin plastered to his face as he drew nearer and spoke lowly so only you could hear, “But was hoping I wouldn’t be leaving alone.”

It was at that moment you were truly surprised. Was he…? Couldn’t be. You’d surely misread this situation just in the way all your pretty girlfriends misread it every time a guy showed any friendliness. Maybe it was the three cocktails you’d drank and that had you wondering what was in them.

Harry's hand released yours and he brought his ringed fingers up to your shoulder where he brushed the side of your neck, drawing you in closer with his other hand at your hip, “What about you?”

You blinked your eyes and looked up at him in confusion, “What about me? What do you mean?”

Harry’s grin deepened as he looked down at your mouth and took a clear glance at your cleavage before responding, “Did you hope to leave with someone tonight?”

You scoffed and looked around the dance floor before looking back at him, still not quite believing the direction this conversation was headed, “I hadn’t imagined I would leave with anyone. Figured I’d just go back to my hotel room alone after.”

The ridiculously attractive man licked his lips and kept his gaze on yours, “Really? You don’t want someone to take you back to their room and help you out of this pretty dress tonight?”

You began to cough. You’d choked on your own saliva as you inhaled a sharp breath at the wrong moment. His words caught you off guard.

But now you were hacking and bent at the waist, red in the face like an idiot.

Harry patted your back and you heard him speak into your ear, “You okay, darling? Need some water?”

When you’d recovered you and Harry were standing at the edge of the dancefloor away from the crowd and he had a comforting hand on your back.

You laughed and shook your head, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened…” you wiped your face, which was moist from the tears you’d forced out from all the coughing.

Harry took your hand and led you to a free seat, pulling a chair out for you and then sitting next to you, his hand still on your back, “Do you feel better now?”

You nodded and smiled at him. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. But now you were sure whatever he was getting at was all but out the window after your little display.

“Come back with me to my room, Y/n.”

Well, that just blasted your little theory.

You sat up straight and your jaw dropped open wide, “Why?”

Harry laughed, “Because I don’t want to go back alone. Spend the night with me tonight.”

Were you in a dream? Had you drunk too much and were blacked out and hallucinating?

“I don’t… I’m not sure what you…” you were unable to put your thoughts together coherently. You hadn’t expected it. You assumed you weren’t his type. Too chunky for a man like him. Imagined he preferred a more modelesque figure on women he found attractive given his appearance.

“Look. I’ll just be very straightforward with you. I think you’re gorgeous and I’d like to have you in my bed tonight. Naked. How does that sound to you?”

You whispered the word naked back to him as if it were a word you’d never heard before. You took a deep breath and looked around the room.

“What are you drinking? I’ll go get us another so we can chat a bit before you make any decisions.”

Now this question was one you could actually answer, “The cocktail is one from the menu. Called the Grove.”

Harry got up and left you at the table by yourself. You sat back in the seat and sighed. What were you going to do? He was mouth-watering, which is why you choked on your spit in the first place. Your mouth was literally watering at his proximity on the dance floor. And now he was asking you to go back to his room to hook up. He couldn’t have made it clearer. There was no room for you to misinterpret what he meant.

And why should you say no? Why should you go back to your own room and sleep in that big bed all by yourself? Well, mostly because you were worried about getting attached. Sure you didn’t even know the guy but that’s just how you were. You weren’t built for casual hookups or one-night stands. And you were sure that’s all this would be. Could you handle it? Would you be able to have sex with someone and then move on from it?

When you saw Harry walking back toward you you’d made up your mind. You’d finish your drink and tell him your verdict. You needed one more drink, though. Just to really loosen up. If you were going to do this if you were going to take a risk and have sex with a stranger, one more drink would help you relax about the whole situation.

Harry handed you your cocktail and sat down with his whisky in hand. He brushed his fingers over your arm as he spoke about how he knew Mr. Spector, “His cousin was my boss years ago. Before I got started in my current line of business. And since then, Alfred’s been inviting me to his parties. I can’t usually go but I rarely miss the winter ball.”

“And what is your line of business?” You asked before taking another sip of your verdant drink.

Harry grinned and licked his lips, “Let’s not talk business.”

You frowned and looked down at your red-painted nails. It wasn’t always polite to ask people what they did for a living but you figured given the circumstances, those being that he’d just asked you to have sex with him, it was okay. Clearly, you’d misjudged.

Harry gripped your chin and pushed your head back up to look at him, “Don’t feel bad for asking. You were just curious. I think the less we know of one another the better. Besides, work talk is boring. Don’t you think?”

You blinked again, his intense gaze was really working its way under your skin.

“Okay. Sorry. You’re right.”

Harry shook his head, keeping his hand at your chin, “And don’t say you’re sorry. Wouldn’t you rather talk about anything but work right now?” He let go of your chin and sat back in his chair as he kept his eyes on yours.

“I guess. It’s just that everyone here is networking and I thought it was only natural.”

“You and I are not networking, Y/n.” Harry grinned.

By the time your drink was but a clear puddle of melted ice at the bottom of the glass, you could feel how hot your face was from the alcohol. Your neck and ears were burning and all of Harry’s soft touches were making you fuzzy. The way he was whispering in your ear…

“Okay. I’ll go with you to your room tonight,” you spat out quickly before you could change your mind.

Harry’s gaze lowered to your breasts again, his arrogant grin in place, “I know, darling. I was just waiting for you to admit it. You ready then?”

If he wasn’t so hot you’d have changed your mind at his cocky response. But god was he alluring. And somehow, his egotistical attitude was putting you at ease a bit. Because it would possibly be much easier to not get your feelings mixed up for a guy like him. It could just be a one-night stand. Like so many other people indulged in (which you always found absurd).

You both walked to the coat check to get your things before Harry led you, with his hand at your low back to the elevators.

You draped your wool coat over your shoulders and stood awkwardly in the elevator next to the man you were leaving with. You couldn’t believe yourself. You were 28 years old so it shouldn’t have felt like such a big deal but it was. You’d never done anything like it before.

“Are you nervous?”

You sighed and nodded as you looked up at the man, “A little. Haven’t ever done anything like this.”

Harry hummed and nodded, “I can tell. That’s okay. I’ll take the lead.”

There was a black car waiting for you at the curb as soon as you exited the building. A man who was standing near the car opened the back door and gestured for you to get in. You followed behind Harry and the door was shut, closing you off from the outside and loud noises of the city to the dark leather interior of the car. Harry’s hand slid up your exposed thigh the moment you’d settled into the seat, “We’re gonna have a lot of fun, me and you.”

You turned your head to look at him, “Are you always like this? So confident about everything?”

Harry laughed and squeezed at your thigh, “If I wasn’t confident I wouldn’t be as successful as I am.”

You guessed that made sense. You just found it so strange that he was so sure of himself even when he hardly knew you at all.

You felt Harry’s long, ringed fingers slide upward over your plushy thighs in search of your panties most likely. And when he leaned over you and took your jaw with his free hand and smushed his mouth against yours it felt like crystalized water beginning to melt and drip and pool onto the ground.

He pulled your hand onto his lap and pressed your palm over his crotch, to which you felt as he grew harder and harder as the seconds passed with your lips connected.

When he was satisfied that you would be keeping your hand in place as you pressed down harder he raised his hand to your breast, his palm placed over the soft velvet before he lowered his mouth to your neck causing you to lean back the slightest for his access.

The car ride ended before you even realized you’d been moving through the city streets when the door you were sitting next to opened and the driver looked in at you two all disheveled and mid-kiss with his hand out for you to take.

Harry walked you into the hotel, which happened to be the same one you had a room at (how convenient you thought). The elevator ride up to his room was not unlike the car ride where you’d lost track of time and space when his lips were on yours and his tongue softly swiped at your mouth. You’d never had a man act this way with you before. It almost felt like desperation. Like he couldn’t keep his hands off you.

Guiding you off the elevator and to his room, you felt buzzy and your heart was bouncing around in your chest wildly. His hand was at the back of your neck, his long fingers gently ghosting over your skin.

The moment you were pushed into his room Harry stood over you and began to loosen his tie, “Take your dress off. God, I need to see you.”

You were already worked up as you panted, keeping your eyes on his, slowly unzipping the back of your dress and stepping out. You had forgotten that you were wearing a nude shapewear slip that kept your tummy rolls in place and your breasts pert. The back of the slip was low cut to accommodate your dress. You looked down over yourself and stuck your fingers into the fabric to pull it down and as your breasts were revealed Harry groaned and leaned down to wrap his pink lips over your nipple. You watched his tongue drag over your plump flesh and his fingers dig into your heavy tits as he worked his way around both sides.

You were pressed against the wall as he pinned your arms back and kissed his way up your tits to your neck and then he found your lips.

Finally, he backed away, giving you space to finish the reveal of your body to him as he continued removing his own clothes.

You watched tattoos appear on his skin and the more buttons he undid the more you saw of him. He was strong and muscular. His pecs were impressive and he had a soft six-pack hidden under the fabric that you only saw once he tossed his shirt off. Tattoos on his arms scattered over his skin.

Tugging at your slip to get it off you knew Harry’s eyes were on your body. But you weren’t going to stop now. Even if you were slightly embarrassed. This was happening and you knew he wanted it. Sometimes you worried about the logistics of sex being as heavy as you were, especially when it came to being with a guy who was not at all. But Harry’s build was masculine and broad and he was clearly going to be able to handle you.

When his pants were off and he was down to his underwear you knew he was enjoying the view of all your bits based on the thick lump under the fabric. You were left standing in your silky black panties when he stood over you and smoothed his hands up your arms and palmed over your tits, “Jesus fucking Christ look at you. Get on the bed for me.”

You swallowed and stepped toward the area of the room where the bed was and sat at the edge, watching as he stalked after you. His eyes were dark as he crawled over you and nudged you with him into the middle of the perfectly made bed, soft and luxurious feeling under your skin.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he smoothed his lips against yours as he palmed over your skin down to your thigh, pinching at the fleshy insides as he pushed your legs open, putting his knees down into the mattress to keep you spread with his thighs.

He kept his lips working over yours, his tongue smearing against your tongue wetly as you felt his fingers dip down to your panties and then to the wet patch at your center. You could tell you were wet before he even touched you. He’d turned you on with ease. His voice, his body, his eyes, his confidence…

You felt him smile against your lips when he dredged his fingers up and down over your wet panties, right where your labia was. Soft strokes of his fingers pushed the fabric of your panties between your pussylips until he dragged a finger up and found your clit and you gasped. He circled over your clit, pressing the wet fabric into you.

When he lowered himself, using his lips and his tongue down your body as he went he looked up at your face after dotting kisses over your fleshy tummy, “You’re gorgeous and you smell so good. Such a dirty girl, though, aren’t you?” He dabbed more warm kisses down your stomach to just above your panties, “All wet for me like you’re desperate for cock,” he licked along the band of your panties and looked up at you again as he adjusted himself between your legs, “Are you desperate for cock, Y/n? Need me to take care of you tonight?”

You nodded, “Oh my god…” your words came out as a whisper, “Yes, Harry.”

When you felt his tongue glide up your crease over your wet panties your mouth dropped open wide. He was not holding back with the foreplay so far. You were usually disappointed in sex, the few times you’d had it. Foreplay was an afterthought. And only a handful of times did you ever receive any kind of mouth-to-pussy action, which you assumed was due to your size.

But Harry was having no trouble treating you like some kind of irresistible sex pot. He pushed your thighs harder and raked his tongue up and down over you until you’d bucked upward just a bit.

Harry’s fingers pulled at the waistband of your panties, “Taking these off because I need more.”

You felt your panties being moved down your legs then Harry returned with enthusiasm, his lips all over your cunt, sliding his tongue through your folds and his fingers pinching into your flesh before he poked the tip of his wet muscle to your clit and began to lick all around it, lapping you up and teasing you to the point you were shaking and whining, proving him right about how desperate you were.

When he finally stopped his teasing licks he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. You gasped loudly and moaned, to which Harry moaned into your pussy.

His shoulders were against the back of your thighs as he masterfully licked you out and kissed your clit until you were reaching down with one hand to slide your fingers into his thick curls.

And that only seemed to stir something more ravenous in him. He growled when he felt you pulling at his roots and suddenly you felt his fingertips at your entrance before he pushed them in slowly, the metal of his rings being nudged in the slightest. You were in an alternate universe. Somewhere that only existed you and Harry and the bed you were on as you laid spread out for him to pleasure.

He was good with his tongue. He used it over your clit like he understood what you needed, putting pressure where it was vital and then slurping you into his mouth making your entire body quiver in ecstasy. His repeated movements, soft tonguing, pulling at your clit, the bump of his fingers through your walls and into your delicate warmth, the precipice of your orgasm was taunting you.

“Harry!” You yelped when he sucked your clit in especially roughly and his fingers dug in deep making your pussy squelch.

He smiled and lifted his mouth, speaking against your cunt, hot breath coating your labia and clit, “Feels good, Y/n? You gonna let me give you an orgasm?”

You moaned pitifully and nodded to yourself as you scrunched your face when he attached his wet lips back to your clit and curled his fingers just right, “Yes! Oh my god…”

You had never felt anything like it before. Like Harry. And maybe it wasn’t that he was all that good at cunnilingus (he was), but perhaps it was the way he was handling you. The way he was so eager to make you feel good. The way he wasn’t worried about his own throbbing cock between his legs, growing heavier by the minute as he sucked and licked and kissed your cunt.

His focus was on you completely and you felt that. You felt his attention and his devotion to your pleasure before his. And that was what did it for you. It was the care and thoughtfulness of it all. It wasn’t like anything you’d experienced with any man before and it pushed you over the edge.

Your orgasm rolled out of you in waves as you writhed under him and cried curses and nonsense into the room. He held you down with one hand as well as he could so he could lavish you with his mouth until you were done with your unraveling. His fingers stroked your insides as you pulsed around them and felt the tingle of your clit being overwhelmed by his lips. You gasped and laughed at the way he continued ravaging you well past what was necessary.

Releasing his hair you pushed yourself up by your elbows to see his face still between your legs, his eyes closed like he was enjoying it just as much as you had. It might have been the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life. But that could have been all those feel-good chemicals being released in your brain post-orgasm.

You pushed at his forehead to indicate you were done, “Okay!” You tried closing your legs but Harry pulled his fingers from your pussy and pressed you down as he licked up and up and up. Until finally he opened his eyes and looked at you, lips still making out with your pussy as you laughed and tried pulling away.

“It’s too much!” You giggled and moved your hips under him.

Finally, he parted from your labia and pushed himself up over you, caging you in as he hovered, “Good?” He raised his brows.

You rolled your eyes, “Obviously.” You laughed as you spoke.

Harry grinned and you watched him move away from you, pulling his underwear down and exposing his weighty cock, thick and long. Yes. He’d be able to handle you just fine.

He grasped it in his hand and moved next to you. You sat up and reached out to feel him, velvety and warm under your palm before getting to your knees and looking up at him as you lowered your lips to his shaft. You wanted to feel it on your mouth and in your mouth.

Dragging your wetted lips down until you reached the base you gripped him and tongued your way up to his tip and heard a shallow gasp from his chest. Licking around his crown you pulled at his skin and wrapped your lips around just the very tip of his head before slipping your tongue around him and sucking softly.

A beautiful deep moan was music to your ears. He was enjoying it. So you indulgently lowered yourself down a bit more, feeling the width of him take up space inside your mouth and on your tongue. Gentle strokes of your lips over the top part of his shaft and over his swollen head felt good for you. You hadn’t given head in a long time. And you could tell Harry was into it.

He smelled good. Nice and clean and warm. You used your hand to pull at the base of his shaft up to your parted lips as you sucked on him and lapped around his skin.

When Harry’s moans turned into a rhythmic panting you felt his hand at your jaw, nudging you up until your lips were pulled away from his pretty cock, “You are desperate for cock. Sucking me like that? If I didn’t want fuck you so bad I’d let you finish me off with that gorgeous mouth.”

You shifted back as Harry leaned over you and pressed his mouth against yours, his hand at your neck pushing you down into the mattress. His mouth was wet and smelled like you as he smeared his lips on yours. You moaned when he parted from you and got off the bed.

You could hear the crinkling of the wrapper from the condom as he sorted himself out and then crawled back next to you, taking your hand, “How’s that sound, Y/n? Want my cock inside your soft pussy? Hmm?”

Looking down at his hard length, covered in a condom, and back into his eyes you nodded, “Yeah,” you were breathless.

The grin on Harry’s face as he moved between your legs, his eyes on yours was like someone who’d just gotten the best news they’d heard all day. He thread his fingers through yours, pressing the back of your hand down into the mattress near your head.

The front of his strong thighs pushed against the inside of yours as he positioned himself over you. His cock heavy on your belly before he moved back, letting go of your hand to grasp himself.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. I want to hear how good it makes you feel, okay?” His tip dragged through your wet labia, up and down, “Just lie there like the pretty little thing you are, and let me fuck you deep.”

You nodded as you watched his eyes. He was looking down at where his cock was brushing over your wet and puffy pussylips, his lips parted as he bumped into your clit and then smacked his girth down over you.

The sound of his cock dragging through your arousal made you feel like a different person. No man had ever taken the time to indulge the way Harry was. It was clear by the look on his face that he liked everything he saw and even how soaked you were.

You felt the tip of his broad head nudge into your entrance as he looked at you with dark pupils. He pulled his brows together as he savored the feel of you and gently pushed through the ring of your wet muscle. Just knowing that you were making him feel like that had you moaning with your eyes locked on his.

“Feel that, Y/n?” He slowly dipped in and pulled back, wetting the condom as he went, pushing in deeper on each thrust forward.

“I feel it…” your words came out shaky as his length was forced through your slick walls, spreading your insides apart slowly.

Harry inhaled a breath and let out a deep moan when his cock reached as far as he could take it, “Taking my cock so good,” he pulled back and looked down at the scene between your legs. All wet and puffy, his cock coated in your creamy arousal. He loved the way your pussy gripped him and your labia stretched around his cock, “Gonna be dreaming of this,” he pressed his thumb over the space where his cock was moving into your entrance and then up to your clit to rub circles softly, wet and warm.

“Ohhh…” you whimpered when his thumb pressed into your sensitive bundle of nerves. Your entire body was boiling and buzzing as Harry rocked into you, his balls thwacking slowly into your ass.

“Yeah? Tell me how you like it, pretty girl.”

How could you answer this man with his dick lodged so deep in your tummy? How did he expect you to make a coherent sentence with the way his thumb was stroking your clit back and forth? How could your brain form any sort of response when his cock was dragging through your insides and pressing into all your bits, hitting your hidden spots like his shape was made just for you?

“I want it… Mmm… like that…” was all you could bear to squeak out when he smacked into you in one harsh thud.

“Harder? Softer?” His thumb never ceased the yummy caressing of your fleshy pearl.

“Fuck!” You gasped when he smacked into you again, causing your body to jolt upward from the force.

“Like that? Need it a little rougher, Y/n? Need my cock to split you in half?” Again, a harsh thrust into your guts that had you gurgling and falling apart too soon.

“Oh she wants it a little rough, I can tell. Your cute pussy likes a good pounding doesn’t she?”

You held your breath when you felt him angle over you and sink down into you until it hurt. Until his long cock was buried in so deep his balls were tucked against your ass as he ground himself in, “Pussy like this needs a lot of attention. Lots of care…” he moaned when you clenched around him, “Want me to take care of you? Want to feel what my cock can do to this pretty little pussy?”

“Yes, please, Harry!” You grasped onto his forearm as he rolled solidly into you, deep and slow, slushy and sopping between your thighs.

“Yeah? Gonna stuff myself so far into you that you can’t breathe. Gonna make you come so hard you’ll never want another cock again.”

You moaned and felt his crushing weight over you as he continued grinding his hips against yours but then suddenly he was pulling out and you felt a sting on your thigh when he smacked you, “Get on all fours.”

You were blurry and floaty as you rolled over and pushed yourself up to do as he asked. Your pussy puffy and begging for more of his cock.

His hands gripped the side of your hips tight and you smushed your face down to the mattress before you felt his cock rip into you in one punishing stroke. You cried out and he did it again. And again. His cock pummeled into you repeatedly, punching the air from your lungs and giving your pussy the best fucking of its life.

You did like it hard. A little rough. Nothing wild, just something that you could feel for a couple of days. Something that made you gasp and brace for more.

“Holy fuck…” Harry gritted as he fucked into you, watching his dick disappear repeatedly. Your pretty round bottom bouncing and wiggling at each plunge. He dug his fingers into your ample flesh and spread you out so he could watch as you gripped him exactly like he loved. The little noises you were making had him reeling.

It was his favorite. A beautiful woman with her ass in the air as he railed her deep. But especially when it was a nice big ass. He loved to be able to grip something in his hands. To squeeze and smack. It always felt so much better to have something to hold on to. Not that he didn’t love slender women. He certainly did. But there was nothing like the feminine physique of a woman with meat on her bones, wide hips, a big tummy, and extra bits to touch and run his fingers over. It was fucking sexy.

You could feel him as he worked you open. He buried in deep and then pulled back until his thick tip was being pushed through your entrance again and again. He was long and every inch of him pulled and pushed through your walls, sliding along all your bits and ridges making your skin heat up.

Then you felt his chest against your back and his cock was angled so far inside of you that your eyes nearly crossed, “Love your little gurgles and moans, Y/n. Feels good on my cock?” He rolled into you, keeping himself stuffed to the hilt.

“Yes! Fuck, Harry!” You turned your head to speak so he could hear you and then you felt his lips on your back as he kept rocking into you languidly, never pulling back, only dipping into you, swiveling his hips to ensure you could feel every part of his cock moving through you.

You felt a tear drip from your eye as he reached down for your hand and moved it toward your pussy, “Rub that wet clit, sweet girl. Want to see you quivering under me again.”

The moment your fingertips came into contact with your puffy nub you moaned and all you could feel was Harry’s warmth and his big cock and your clit being worked just how you liked.

He began to rut into you with unforgiving strength. Your body was being smacked into and your skin was beginning to burn where his hips were striking your ass. It felt incredible. It felt like a man who knew what he was doing.

“Yes! Yes!” You shakily cried out. Harry’s long shaft was gliding in and out and you could feel him every time your fingertips moved back the slightest. His heavy cock slipping into your pussy vigorously as you ran your fingers back and forth, up and down on your clit.

Harry put a hand on your low back and settled his thumb into the top of your crack as he watched your cunt swallow him on each thrust. He bit his lip at the gorgeous sight and lowered his other hand to your right cheek, pulling at your flesh to give himself a better look at how you were taking him. How perfect you were for his cock.

When he noticed your moans growing louder and more desperate and then saw your thighs shaking he pounded into you with deliberate, long strokes so you could really feel him inside of you.

And feel him you did. His length filled you up and pulled back, before pressing back in until your world began to spin and your pussy was powerless to your orgasm. You reared yourself back onto his cock and cried out pathetically as Harry breathed heavily and felt your cunt sucking him in and spasming around him.

“Oh, baby…” he moaned and watched more cream coat his cock from your pussy. You were coming hard, lips wide open as you cried out and gasped, and the way you were clenching around his cock felt like the best thing he’d ever experienced during sex. You were fucking sexy.

When your voice lowered and your body stopped quivering Harry halted his movements and ran his hands on your back gently and down to your bum, keeping his cock lodged inside of you, “Creamed all over my cock, Y/n,” swiped his thumb around the area where you two were connected and lifted it to his mouth to taste.

You panted and smiled into the blanket when he suddenly pulled out and popped your bottom with his palm, “On your back. Want to see that pretty face again.”

You were on the verge of being completely wiped out. You knew he hadn’t come yet, though, and you felt like he deserved it with how fucking good he was. Two orgasms already. That was unheard of for you.

Harry helped you situate and he fit himself between your thighs. You looked down at his cock and noted he was right about you creaming all over him. White gobs of your arousal at his shaft and in the thatch of dark, trimmed hair at his base. God his cock was good.

“You feel so good on my cock, Y/n. You know that?” He pressed his tip inside of you, making you drop your mouth open and he gasped. The way he stretched you apart was insane. It felt incredible.

“Fuck… your pussy needs my cock inside of her. Yeah? I could fuck this sweet cunt all day and never get tired of it. Fuck, baby…” he moaned his words as he thrust into you, his hips dragging against you and your clit being pushed into with each plunge.

You took your breasts in your palms and kneaded at them as you watched Harry’s face twist up in rapturous despair. Every roll of his hips was torture for him. His body wanted to come but he had planned on you having one more orgasm. Wanted to feel you squeezing and pulsing around him as he came with you. The decadence of being able to feel your pussy coming around him as he was pouring into you would be bliss.

The edge of his hairline was wet with sweat. You knew he was working hard to give you his cock the way you needed it. His arms were flexing as he held himself up over you, back and thighs clenching and stretching as his muscles exerted, loosening and tightening.

Now there was no slap of skin or the sound of thuds filling the room, it was only hot breaths and gasps and wet pussy being fucked. The occasional distant sound of people moving past his suite on their way to their own.

Deeper and deeper he stuffed himself as he kept his radiant green eyes locked on your face. Your insides were bowing and tensing and vibrating with delight. It was the best you’d ever gotten and his handsome face watching you had your head spinning and your body melting under him. He was too good. The way he was tugging his cock inside of you and stroking your walls and fitting himself deep into your guts like he was trying to reach up into your spine and your lungs under your ribcage… it was going to stick with you for a long time. And he was probably right. You’d be dreaming of his cock. You were sure of it.

His pacing was perfect; smooth, wet thrusts and a satisfying angle that had your whole body resonating with sex and electric crackles like you’d never felt. His undulating hips kissing your clit each time he ground into you.

“Look at your tits jiggling, Y/n. Fucking so hot…” he panted his words like he was out of breath, “Damn baby,” he moaned as he slowed his stride for a moment to collect himself. His balls were already tightening against his body, ready to release too soon.

He leaned over you and pressed his lips against yours and it made your skin and pores and nerves spark and convect. Little by little your pulse accelerated until you could hear your heart pounding in your ears. His tongue inside your mouth and his perfect cock inside of your tummy, the smell of him and of you and the soft bed beneath your back- it had you nearly going up in flames.

When he finally began to move again, when he’d steadied his composure so he could last a little longer you gasped into his mouth.

Now his long strokes were thick and stunted, his shaft inching in and in and in until you couldn’t breathe. His nose pressed into yours and his lips moved around your lips, smearing saliva over your warm, plush mouth with his tongue. It was filthy, the way he kissed. Wet, aching. Like he was fucking your lips with his tongue at the same time he was filling your pussy with his cock.

You felt his muscles begin to shake as he parted from your mouth and looked down at you. Blown-out pupils, pink parted lips, and a flushed face. He was about to come and you could see it on his face and in the way he was panting and getting louder with each jerk of his hips. It was delicious.

“You gonna come, baby? Gonna milk my cock with your cunt, squeeze around me, and drain me?”

Grabbing onto his forearms you nodded and feebly whimpered, “Yes… oh my god…”

Harry groaned as he canted his hips sloppily and his thrusts grew erratic as he held back to wait for you to come first.

You’d always heard of the mythical concept of a cock fitting together perfectly with the right pussy and how it could make women come from penetration alone when they’d never been able to before. You’d never experienced it and thought it was just a made-up fantasy. A wild fable.

But you were wrong. Harry’s cock proved you wrong. He was nudging into things inside of you that even your vibrator missed and as shocking as it was to know you were about to come, yet again, you were of no mind to think too much about that because your body was submitting to the way he was handling you and your pussy was already beginning to flutter around him and pulse as you gasped and dropped your mouth wide.

Yes, you were having one of those kinds of orgasms that you could feel from the inside out. That made your ears feel stuffy and your vision go white as you cried out loudly.

Harry choked out a gasp as soon as he felt your walls gripping him and you tossed your head back, moaning his name over and over again like you needed the room to know who was making you fall apart.

Your pussy wrapped around him so perfectly and he looked down from your perfect tits to your face and he lost it. His own cry of your name was loud as he threw his head back and throbbed, releasing into his condom, his come filling the tip full as you milked him with your pulsing orgasm.

Divine. Complete and utter perfection. He hadn’t come so hard in years and the way you responded to him only coaxed him deeper into his own ecstasy.

When his cock stopped pumping and twitching he opened his eyes and looked down at you looking all fucked out and satisfied. Exactly what he had hoped for when he brought you to his room. Better even.

When your gaze finally found his he smiled down at you. He figured it would be nice to have you again in the morning if you were up for it because he certainly didn’t want to have you leave. Not yet. Maybe he’d order room service and you two could talk some more. Maybe another round or perhaps you’d both just crash after that marathon. But he knew he’d want to give you a parting gift in the morning at the very least. One of those soft and lazy morning fucks before kissing you and sending you off so he could catch his flight the following afternoon.

Yeah. That sounded nice to him.

But the sudden sound of his phone buzzing had him turning to look at the nightstand. You’d barely recovered from your scorching orgasm when he rolled off of you and quickly picked up the phone, his back to you, “Hello?”

You inhaled deeply. You still couldn’t believe you’d just done that. With a stranger nonetheless.

“No, I’m okay. Just ran to grab the phone is all.” He was panting just enough that whoever was on the line had wondered what he’d been doing. You turned your head to look at him. His back was to you.

“Sure, babe. See you then.”

You sat up quickly. Babe?

Harry stood from the bed and picked up his pants, “I’m sure you can get your clothes on and be on your way quickly. Yeah?”

You instinctively covered your chest with your mouth dropped open, “What?!” Harry paused before putting his shirt on and looked at you with an unamused expression, “I said you need to leave.” He raised his voice a notch as if the reason you asked him what was because you hadn’t heard.

You shook your head and slid off the bed feeling dirty and shameful, reaching to the ground for your discarded dress, “I know what you said. I was surprised that you were… never mind.”

The sudden change in his attitude toward you was a shock. He’d been so attentive and affectionate and now he was cold. Inconsiderate. You struggled to keep up with the abrupt shift in his temperament.

Harry walked to the window as you shimmied into your dress and attempted zipping it up, “Fuck…” you mumbled under your dress. The last thing you wanted to do was ask this asshole to help you but really didn’t want to walk out of his room with your dress half unzipped and your ass crack hanging out.

“Can you please help?” You sighed and looked over at him. God, you hated how attractive he was, especially now that he was being so cold to you suddenly.

 Harry silently shook his head to himself as he tucked his shirt in and walked toward you as if it were some terrible chore to help you.

“There. Now I really need you to go. Quickly.”

You hadn’t even had the chance to wipe up in the bathroom or pee. You were stunned at his behavior.

You gave him your dirtiest scowl, scooped up your underwear, and grabbed your small purse, stuffing your bra and panties inside. The slip you had to carry in your hands. As you pulled your shoes back on your feet one at a time, Harry was plucking the condom off the floor and looking around the room in a slight panic.

“Fuck you, Harry. This is rude. You didn’t have to treat me like garbage. Not like I was gonna fall for you or something you prick.” When your feet were securely in your shoes Harry walked across the room toward you as you tried to make your way to the door to leave.

“Y/n?”

You turned to look at him.

“Can you toss this in the garbage near the elevator for me? Thanks,” he pressed the used condom that was stuffed into a tissue into your hand and you nearly lost it. Nearly fucking karate chopped his ass to the ground and stomped on his face. But then you realized something. He was in a hurry to get you out of his room because he had someone coming up to see him. Someone he wanted to hide the condom from. A lover? Girlfriend? Wife?

Instead of responding verbally you flipped him off and slammed the door behind yourself. But before you walked away from the door you pulled the condom from the tissue and put it over his doorknob, nice and tight. The used rubber was still heavy with his come and you smiled as you dropped the tissue onto the floor and pulled out a cocktail napkin and pen from your purse, pressed your lips into it to leave it lightly stained with your leftover lipstick, and then wrote Thank you, Harry xx. You balanced the napkin right over the condom on the doorknob and then grinned to yourself as you walked down the hallway to the elevator. You sure were glad your room was in the same hotel. When the elevator doors opened a pretty blonde stepped off and rushed past you, headed in the direction of Harry’s room. She barely even glanced your way before you stepped onto the elevator and pressed 2 for your floor.

So maybe it wasn’t a terrible ending to the night after all.

Part 2

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london boy | lando norris (6 to 1) - smau

part of the lover x 6 to 1 series | lando norris x leclerc! reader

So I guess all the rumors are true You know I love a London boy 

takes place 3 months after part 12 of 6 to 1 vote for the next part here

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ynleclerc london night 1 + lando picking me up from the airport (merci to the person who captured him giving me a literal garden)

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landonorris only the best for the best

ynleclerc i will expect flowers everytime now landonorris okay

givememclarens not a fan of the soft launch pics bestie everyone knows you're dating the least u could do is give us bf lando

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charles_leclerc please return home in one piece

ynlelcerc no promises

lewishamilton my second home 🖤 let me know if you need recommendations

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landonorris london rookie had to see all the sights today

ynleclerc you loved that double decker bus ride as much as i did landonorris i lost my bucket hat ynleclerc i told you not to wear it

charles_leclerc why aren't you sitting like a normal person

ynleclerc because i know how to have FUN charles

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ynleclerc im sorry..the old y/n can't come to the phone right now

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danielricciardo you know you're not just supposed to look at the phone booth right, you can actually go inside

ynleclerc leave me alone

charles_leclerc why are you wearing shorts in october

landonorris i asked the same thing ynleclerc its called fashion look it up

riabish cuuuute

ynleclerc can't wait to see you tomorrow ♡

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ynleclerc ria is a better tour guide than landon i said what i said

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riabish love you♡

charles_leclerc landon

danielricciardo not the landon slander

mclaren landon?🤨

oscarpiastri i love my teammate, Landon Orris

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ynleclerc i got ready faster than a red bull wins a race

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mclaren but where's landon?

ynleclerc we are done with this joke oscarpiastri no we are not

thepaddockbulls never in my wildest dreams did i think i would ever see a leclerc make a joke about red bull winning

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ynleclerc day 6/6 🇬🇧 could this photo dump get any more british

landonorris there's no tea in any of those pictures

ynleclerc remind me to get some tmr before we leave

oscarpiastri where's landon?

ynleclerc OSCAR

nofornorris sad that her little london trip is ending i was living vicariously through her

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landonorris im from bristol

ynleclerc not today you aren't

danielricciardo you kids grew up too fast

mclaren Well if there's ever an F1 race in London, we know who'll be the first to support it 😉😉

OscarPiastri thought you loved Landon Orris

landonorris mate shes gonna block you, i just watched her throw her phone across the airport

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Can I have some romance in a greenhouse with grayson. I want a reader at an event who has social anxiety just doing her best and escapes to look at plants and grayson looks for them and they dance a lil and stuff

OMGOMGOMGOMGKGM IM FUCKINH IN LOVE STOP IM DOING THIS RN WTFFFF

Fem!Reader x Grayson

Tonight was the night.

You were invited to a red carpet event to celebrate Progress Day. Definitely wasn’t your cup of tea at all, you’d rather be at home reading or finishing a project you had. But you had intel.. Grayson was going to be guarding the event along with other enforcers.

You had spoken to her a few times but it was never anything more than a simple “hello”, “how are you”, “I’m fine”, “that’s good”. She had this aura that was so inviting. You stared into the mirror fixing a few stray strands of hair before taking a deep breath and stepping out into the ballroom filled with sophisticated people.

As your eyes lock with stranger after stranger, you give them a small smile, making your way to the food table. You grab a few grapes and place them onto a small golden plate, trying your absolute best not to draw attention to yourself. You keep your eyes on the ground until you hear a voice next to you.

You look up to see a tall man standing over you with a grim smirk on his face. “Hey beautiful. You here alone tonight?” You chuckle softly as your grip tightens on your plate. “Oh what you don’t wanna tell me?” He takes a step closer, moving a strand of hair from your face. “I- uh-“ The stranger laughs wrapping his arm around your waist, not understanding a single boundary. You gasp and kick him in the shin causing him to grimace in agony.

Without looking back you make a B-line straight for the balcony. Seeing that it’s full of people you turn around trying to find another exit, then you spotted it. Large glass doors at the back of the party. With a soft grunt, you push the heavy door open, noticing a green house in the distance.

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Grayson had been at the event for hours. Guarding the door, patrolling the perimeter of the building, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. After swapping places with Marcus again, Grayson makes her way into the ballroom, her eyes looking out for a specific person. She sighs as she realizes you weren’t there.

She makes her way around the party, standing out in her uniform. As she turns to make her way back outside, she sees someone familiar open the back exit door towards the garden. “Y/n..?” She mutters to herself before following behind you.

Grayson watched as you open the doors to the greenhouse and decides to join you. She admires you from afar at first as you softly touch the flowers there. “Beautiful, aren’t they?” You softly gasp and place your hand on your chest, locking eyes with the woman that you can never stop thinking about. You feel a since of relief seeing her soft smile.

Grayson chuckles as she takes a few steps closer. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Why aren’t you inside with everyone else?” You shake your head. “I didn’t even last 5 minutes. And there was this guy..” You groan in disgust while Grayson face gets more serious and her stance more firm. “Did he disturb you?” She looks at you with concern. “If you can identify him you know we can-“

“No it’s fine.” You interrupted. “I just want to move on with my night. How’s yours going?” Grayson stance softens as she lets out a low sigh. “As boring as ever. Until now.” Her smile comes back as she locks eyes with you. “You know, we can still hear the music.” Taking a step back, Grayson bows and offers her hand to you. You chuckle softly and do the same, bowing to the woman you always admired from afar, before taking her hand.

As she pulls you close, you can feel your heartbeat accelerating. Grayson lets out a low hum as she rocks side to side, one hand on your lower back, the other intertwined with yours. “Feels nice to slow down for once, hm?” You smile, not wanting this moment to ever end, not even for a second. “Feels amazing.” You whisper as you lay your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

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Unexpected Change of Plans

Lucifer x (GN)reader (who has the same birthday as him)

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Summary: A little miscommunication causes you and Lucifer's plans to collide.

A/N: I was feeling kinda self-indulgent when I wrote this lol I just had the idea since I share the same birthday as luci hehe

It's the day of Lucifer’s birthday and you've got everything ready to set up but we're waiting for the right time to finish the preparations. One of the gifts you planned to surprise him with on his birthday was a cozy homemade dinner together. The best place to do this was his office, the other brothers love to barge into your room whenever they wanted and there was a nice fireplace that lit up the room to create a cozy atmosphere. The only problem with setting up there is getting Lucifer out of there for long enough not to ruin the surprise.  

It was a problem until, 

“Mc, I’ve got something to take care of. I’ll be back by dinner so don’t worry.”

“Oh, ok! Have fun, Luci!” You had just been given your solution and in a couple of minutes, just after Lucifer had left you got right to work. 

A table and a few chairs were placed in the centre of his office. On top of the table was a red tablecloth, wine glasses to pour the demonus you bought, and plates to serve up the food you needed to finish cooking. It was around the time Lucifer said he would be back at home when you were placing the finished meal on the table. 

After a moment of checking to make sure everything is perfect, you pull out your phone to send a text asking when he’ll be home but seconds after you open your phone he beats you to it and sends a message telling you he just got back and that he wanted you to see him in the foyer. 

He doesn't usually do this but it's possible he just wanted for you to greet him at the door. This sets back the plan of him walking in on the surprise but it's still fine the plan just has to be adjusted.

You make your way to the front door to greet Lucifer, who is still taking his shoes off. 

“Ah, hello love. I’m sorry I had to leave you today.” He walks up to give you a kiss on the cheek and begins guiding you towards the backyard.

“Oh! Lucifer, what are you doing? I was planning on-” “Don’t worry darling. I’ve prepared a surprise for you.”

“Huh? Oh.” It should have been expected that he would also plan something for you today, it was both yours and his birthday today but since he didn’t mention any dinner plans you thought you would be able to do something special. Lucifer continues to pull you out the door, outside there are candles that light up the table set in the centre of the garden. Your favourite meal is sitting at the table along with a vase filled with your favourite flowers. 

“Oh, Lucifer!” You’re almost a little jealous that he got the idea to set your dinner outdoors, maybe it’s just because you’re the one on the receiving end but the atmosphere feels more romantic than what you set up in Lucifer's office.

“I hope you like it honey…are you alright? You seem a bit off.” 

You didn’t think he would be able to notice the difference, while you are happy you’re unsure of how to tell Lucifer about your own plans, and that must have shown on your face. “Yeah, it’s fine but I also planned a dinner for us in your office that I was going to surprise you with.” 

He starts laughing a little before going to his suggestion for a solution, “How about you bring what you made out here and we can just share the meal? But I’d like to see what you set up for me in full first, just to let it not go to waste.” 

With that the nervousness left your body, yeah it's not what you planned but your dinner didn’t go to waste. Lucifer puts his hand out towards you offering for you to lead him. You giggle at the offer and take his hand, guiding him back to his office. 

You push open the doors and step aside to let Lucifer enter ahead of you. “Thank you, Darling. I hope you’re not disappointed with the interruption of your plans. I’m always excited to eat your cooking and I can’t imagine how difficult it was for you to get this demonus.” With a heartfelt look on his face, he leans in to kiss you, the kiss conveys an affection left unsaid by Lucifer. After a moment he separates from your lips to lean closer to your ear and whispers “I’m so lucky to have you, my love. Thank you.”

“Love you too, Lucifer. Want to take this food outside before it gets cold.”

“Of course” and with that, he helps you carry the demonus and plates back outside.

Once that little miscommunication is fully dealt with Lucifer and you can finally enjoy the rest of your night together. Eating and chatting about anything that comes to mind until the candles lighting up the table start to burn out, that’s when you both decide to start cleaning up.

The surprises didn’t end there, you both still had one more gift to give. When Lucifer opened the record you got him he had a subtle pleased smile on his face, with how long you’ve known Lucifer you understood that at that moment he appreciated your gift and presence in his life.

Lucifer's gift was just as thoughtful as you expected, something you have been wanting and only briefly mentioned out loud a couple of times. He pulls you into a kiss as passionately as before, “I’m so glad we met, my love.” 

“I feel the same way, Luci.”

The night ends with you cuddled in his arms, eyelids growing heavier each second while gazing into each other's eyes until you both drift off to sleep.

Masterlist

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight~ Main Route Chapter 1

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Part 1

--What is happiness?

It’s like a twilight sky that changes color the moment it burns into your eyes…

Even though it holds my heart forever and never lets go, I can never have the same one again.

Time, stop—don’t let this happiness fade away.

(From today onwards, my life will be monitored by the members of the assassin organization “Crown” that controls evil with evil.)

As a ‘fairytale keeper’, it is my duty to record their sins—my only lifeline.

Getting ready in front of the mirror, I try to re-energize.

(Honestly, I’m scared to face ‘sin’ again…)

(Up to this point, I’ve only had to deal with complaints at the post office or handling deliveries in crazy busy situations.)

(I’ll be okay, I’m sure it will work out somehow.)

Kate: “Okay, only one month. If I try, I can do this…okay.”

I repeat this to myself like a mantra, opened the door and took a brisk step forward--.

???: “Woah.”

Kate: “Kya!?”

I accidentally bump the tip of my nose into the chest of someone who was standing in front of the door.

Kate: “I-I’m sorry…!”

Ellis: “I’m sorry too...are you hurt?”

(Oh…this guy--)

--Flashback—

Harrsion: “…So what are you going to do now that you’ve explained everything so thoroughly, Victor?”

Victor: “Hmm…That’s right…”

Ellis: “Shall I kill her?”

(Eh--?)

Ellis: “She doesn’t look happy at all, but I’ll take the job.”

--End Flashback—

(He was the first to suggest killing me.)

(But, after that…)

--Flashback—

Ellis: “I’m Ellis.”

Kate: “Ellis… Nice to meet you.”

Ellis: “Mmhmm… likewise. Jude and I are often away on business.”

Ellis: “While I’m here, I’ll make you as happy as possible.”

--End Flashback—

With the same mouth, a line that sounded like a marriage proposal was said without hesitation… what an odd person.

(Why is Ellis in front of my room?)

Part 2

(Ah, I see. Surveillance has already started.)

If I misbehave, I might be killed.

(I can’t just keep acting like everything is the same.)

(I’ve already stepped into a different world.)

Kate: “Mr. Ellis, right…? I look forward to working with you from today onwards.”

Ellis: “Yes, Ellis Twilight, nice to meet you… no need to be so formal.”

Ellis laughed lightly and looked into my face with concern.

Ellis: “…your nose is getting red.”

Ellis: “Sorry, the door opened just as I was about to knock, so I couldn’t avoid it.”

A long, slender arm holds the door.

Behind his curly hair, as his name suggests, are twilight eyes.

I gasped when I notice how close we were and hurriedly apologized.

Kate: “No! I’m sorry I got anxious and jumped out…”

Ellis: “Are you anxious? Why?”

Kate: “What!? Um…”

(“I was getting anxious because I was scared of living with all of you.”)

(I can’t say that…)

Kate: “It’s like I was transferred to a new department that I don’t know at all…”

Kate: “It’s like… Gaahhh!”

Ellis: “Gaahhh…”

Ellis blinks in surprise.

(Ah, that was too weird…)

Ellis: “… you’re a cute person.”

Kate: “Um… it’s okay, you don’t have to follow me…”

(I should have been able to make up and excuse, but I feel so embarrassed.)

As I avert my gaze, looking for a place to move to, Ellis returned to a straight face and spoke in a whisper,

Ellis: “ I’d like to give you your first job in the ‘new department’… is that okay?”

Kate: “---Wow…”

(What a beautiful garden.)

I was taken to the courtyard of Crown castle…

There was a beautiful English garden that had been carefully maintained down to the last detail.

Seasonal flowers are in full bloom, and it smells like paradise.

(Last night, I could only feel the majesty and dangerous atmosphere of the towering castle…)

(But there are places where I feel so at ease.)

As I followed Ellis down the path, admiring the beautiful garden, a gazebo came into view.

Tea and scones are set on the table, as though a tea party is about to begin.

Ellis: “Please sit.”

Kate: “Oh…uh, thank you.”

Ellis pulled out a chair and was waiting for me, so I sat down in the chair, confused ,and he sat in the seat across from me.

(You said earlier that you wanted to give me a job, but…)

Kate: “Is this where I’ll be working my first job?”

Ellis: “Yeah… your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

Part 3

Ellis: “Yeah…your first job is to eat breakfast with me.”

(…hmm?)

Ellis: “Tell me about yourself while eating delicious food, I’ll tell you about myself too.”

Ellis: “If you record it, it will count as your report as fairytale keeper, right?”

--CHOICES---------------------------------

That’s honestly helpful/ That honestly helps +4 +4

Isn’t that a nuisance? +4 +4

Why would you help me? +4 +4

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Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Ellis: “I thought it would make you happy.”

It seems like he’s seriously trying to help me.

Ellis: “I’ll also tell you about the other members of Crown.”

Ellis: “I think it’s a little scary to live among people you don’t know.”

Kate: “…!”

(I never expected this ‘first job’ to be…)

Kate: “Did you invite me just to relieve my anxiety?”

Ellis: “…That’s a little bit correct.”

Kate: “A little bit?”

Ellis: “It’s also for me to talk to you… that’s the bit that was incorrect.”

A faint smile appears on his lips.

(Maybe my first impression of Ellis last night was a misunderstanding.)

Just being near him made me feel like my temperature dropped instantly.

It felt like something was peeking out at me from the gaping darkness--.

I’m sure I felt that kind of anxiety last night…

(I don’t feel that way from Ellis in front of me now.)

(Maybe it was because I had just witnessed the murder scene.)

I gently pushed aside the strange feeling in my chest and decided not to acknowledge it.

--In hindsight, that turned out to be a mistake.

Part 4

(Anyway, Ellis took the trouble to arrange this for me.)

(I’ll take his word for it and listen to various stories.)

Kate: “Thank you, Ellis.”

Ellis: “I haven’t done anything to deserve your gratitude.”

Ellis: “Do you like sweets? These are scones Victor baked this morning.”

Kate: “Eh? Victor baked…?”

Ellis: “Yes, it’s like his hobby. Al is also a good cook.”

Ellis: “The clotted cream is something I learned from Al and made myself.”

Ellis: “Liam recommended this jam, so he bought it for me.”

Ellis: “Perhaps he knows a lot about what’s trending because he’s a stage actor.”

Ellis: “This meat pie is from the restaurant where Roger took me to lunch the other day. He treats me to drinks often.”

Kate: “W-wait a minute. I want to write down what you just told me…!”

When I take out my notebook that I had kept in my pocket,

Ellis told me a lot about the people in Crown--.

Kate: “Oh, I know about the shop that sells this apricot crumble too! There’s usually quite a line there, right?”

Ellis: “I bought it with Harry. Harry apparently has a sweet tooth and is obsessed with delicious sweets shops.”

Kate: “Hehe… Everyone in Crown is good friends aren’t they?”

(I felt like I was living in another world,)

(I feel relieved to know that we are all people living in the same London.)

(Thanks to Ellis.)

With a big smile on my face, I spread cream on the scone in my hand.

Ellis: “Kate.”

Kate: “Yes…?”

Very naturally, the palm of Ellis’ large hand reached up to the side of my face.

Ellis: “You’re going to get cream stuck in your hair.”

Kate: “Huh? Oh…”

(That’s true, I didn’t notice.)

Ellis scoops up my hair with his fingertips and gently tucks it behind my ear.

Kate: “Thank you.”

Ellis: “You’re welcome… It was so good you went crazy for it didn’t you?”

Ellis, resting his chin on his hand, looked at me and smiled.

Kate: “…Yes, it’s delicious.”

Ellis: “Good.”

(If Ellis can do something like this so casually… he must be popular.)

Realizing that my heart was pounding, I tried to calm down my erratic heartbeat.

Kate: “Preparing a seat, caring about me like this…”

Kate: “Why are you being so kind to me?”

(I don’t remember doing anything to Ellis yesterday that would make him treat me so kindly…)

Ellis: “Kate, you haven’t looked happy since last night.”

Ellis: “I want the people around me to smile as much as possible.”

(That’s all…?)

(Even though I’m a complete stranger to Ellis… I don’t know anything about him.)

Kate: “Do you do this for anyone? Even if you just met for the first time?”

Ellis: “Huh…? Yeah… is that wrong?”

The simple question, in turn, made him look confused.

(Ellis is a bit of an odd person after all.)

(But…)

Kate: “…I’m happy.”

(I’m sure I feel better thanks to Ellis.)

Ellis: “I see… If you don’t hate it, good.”

Part 5

By the time the peaceful breakfast was over, my wariness had completely subsided.

Ellis: “Is going to the theater your hobby?”

Kate: “Yes. In fact, last night I took on an unfamiliar night shift because I wanted money for tickets…”

Ellis: “Heheh… you’re quite passionate.”

I chatted endlessly with Ellis, as if we were new friends.

Then, the sound of another set of footsteps echoed.

Victor: “Hey, hey! This is exciting!”

Ellis: “Victor.”

Kate: “…! Good morning.”

Victor: “Oh, you don’t have to stand up! I don’t want to interrupt your pleasant conversation.”

Victor: “Since Ellis offered to do so, I left breakfast to him… Do you feel a little less nervous?”

Victor kept smiling and looked at me searchingly.

The shadow of the unfathomable feeling I felt from him last night has faded, and I can feel the warmth of concern in his jewel-like eyes.

(Maybe it’s because I enjoyed my first job with Ellis and it relieved my tension.)

Kate: “Yes. Thanks to Ellis and the delicious scones you baked for me.”

Victor: “…”

When I smiled gratefully, Victor seemed a little surprised.

But soon a smile appeared on his face, like a flower blooming.

Victor: “Yeah, yeah. Your smile says ‘I’m so happy to be Crown’s exclusive fairytale keeper!’”

Ellis: “…Did it really say that much?”

Kate: “…hehe.”

Victor’s eyes narrowed as he watched my shoulders shake.

Victor: “Well I had two requests for you as fairytale keeper, keeping our secret and recording our sins.”

Victor: “The former is fine, but the latter I would imagine has you at a loss as to what to do specifically.”

Victor: “May I give a little explanation?”

Kate: “Yes. Please.”

Victor: “It’s not difficult. I want you to carefully observe the people of Crown and write down what you feel is a sin.”

Victor: “I’ll leave it to you to figure out how.”

Victor: “You can have multiple people watch over you on a rotating basis or you can choose one person to work with.”

(Observe the members of Crown carefully. I am free to choose my methods and partners… I see.)

Kate: “I understand, um, how far does my surveillance extend?”

Victor: “Even though I say surveillance, I don’t mean to restrict your freedom of movement other than going out alone.”

Victor: “I may ask you to accompany us on missions, but you can spend the rest of the time however, you like.”

I was a little relieved as I had expected to be under much stricter surveillance.

Kate: “Understood. Thank you for your explanation.”

Victor: “…Honestly, I was a little surprised just now. I didn’t expect to see your smile so soon.”

Victor: “You witnessed a terrible scene, and we are an evil organization that cannot be said to be safe.”

He gave me a joking wink…

Then Victor squinted his eyes as if looking at bright sunlight.

Victor: “I hope that the darkness that will inevitably touch you from now on won’t take away your smile.”

Strangely enough, I didn’t believe what I was told was a lie.

(The people of Crown are definitely dark and terrifying people who don’t mind harming others.)

However—I thought that if I looked deep into my heart, there were feelings that I could understand.

Victor: “Then I’ll excuse myself. The Queen’s Aide is quite busy.”

Victor seemed to have just come to see what was going on and immediately left without coming to the table.

(To record their sins, first I’ll have to take a good look at the members of Crown.)

In that case—I’d like Ellis to be the first one I want to know more about.

Such feelings come naturally.

Kate: “Um, Ellis…What are your plans for today?”

However, my question was interrupted by a harsh voice.

Jude: “Yer supposed to be workin. How dare ya slack off.”

Ellis and Kate: “!”

I jumped at the sound of a loud voice.

(That voice is--)

When I hesitantly turned around, I saw Jude standing in the garden with his arms folded, looking irritated.

(Oh, you’re angry…!)

Ellis: “Sorry. I’ll go now.”

Without even standing up, Ellis leisurely turned his gaze toward Jude and answered.

(Such carelessness….)

Jude clicked his tongue, quickly flipped his cloak with a flourish and left.

Ellis: “…As you can see, that is today’s schedule.”

Kate: “You work for a trading company right?”

(Jude is the president and Ellis is the president’s assistant...right?)

(I was thinking of observing Ellis, but maybe I should try another day.)

Kate: “Thank you for making time for me. Good luck with your work.”

Ellis: “……”

Ellis was staring at me, thinking about something--.

Kate: “Um…?”

Ellis: “If you don’t mind, would you like to come with me?”

Kate: “Why are you helping me?”

Next Chapter

[kellycataclysm]

The story so far for Lyra and Harvey

This is long so settle in.

Let's begin with a link to my AO3.

The Words We Never Say is the story that started it all and is very nearly finished! One chapter to go!

You could read it if you like, or you could start back at the beginning in Year Zero/One. Allow me to give you a suggested storyline to follow.

Please be reminded that the content I write is NSFW as I am writing adult relationships and they contain adult situations.

Meant To Be - A 'What If...?' tale set in the summer of Year Zero, a turning point in Lyra's life and a chance meeting with someone that may leave a lasting impression...

Ask Me Anything - Two flirtatious friends. Only one bed. An opportunity to get to know each other a little better.

Whispered Dreams of Stardust - The night of their first kiss and what happens next.

I Really Should Go - The words of two very polite people who really don't want to leave. Harvey and Lyra's first night together.

Walk of Shame - The morning after the night before for Harvey.

NEW WIP - Waiting for Your Embrace - Spirit's Eve, year one. Dressed in their finest costumes, Harvey waits for Lyra in the maze before taking her away, somewhere quiet, just the two of them...

Risky Business - Lyra and Harvey get a little carried away at the spa. What's a little risk when you're sure you've met the love of your life?

Always in my Dreams - Takes place after they said those three little words. (Let's get coffee... no, you know the ones I mean. ily.)

The Coffee Connection - Year One from Lyra's perspective.

NEW WIP - Snowbound - Harvey's Birthday, year one. Lyra and Harvey barely even notice the snowstorm outside when they only have eyes for each other. Harvey asks to try something for his birthday and Lyra is only too happy to go along for the ride. It all starts with a blindfold...

Picture Perfect - Harvey explores his feelings for Lyra while away at a medical conference.

One Weekend in Winter - Lyra and Harvey are reunited after his trip. A special moment in their relationship.

The Magic of Falling Snowflakes - Inspired by the spectacular art that I was gifted as part of our Winter Star gift exchange. Harvey moves in with Lyra and finally finds his home.

Steal Your Heart - Year One from Harvey's perspective.

Stars Before the Dawn - Just days after moving into the farmhouse, Harvey spends a relaxing morning with Lyra before the Feast in town.

A Sense of You - A fluffy story of one winter night just after Harvey moves in with Lyra.

Mirror, Mirror - Slow dancing to Billie Holiday. Champagne kisses and fireworks. New Year's Eve for Lyra and Harvey.

Texting Temptation - Harvey has to survive a day at the clinic during which Lyra sends him many tempting messages and pictures. Tease.

NEW WIP - As yet untitled one-shot. Harvey takes care of everyone. He definitely takes care of Lyra, in so many ways. Wouldn't it be nice, especially on their honeymoon, if they switched things up a little?

Wild Hearts in the Wildflowers - Lyra and Harvey in their honeymoon period, at the Flower Dance.

Echoes of Autumn, Snapshots from Spring - A collection of moments throughout their lives, inspired by Inktober and Kinktober.

My long fic, full of melancholy, yearning, fluff, and spice takes place at the end of year six, in which Stardust and Harvey have been together for five years and need some help remembering what brought them together in the first place.

Year Six also includes a small one-shot, told through the eyes of their daughter, called The Fairy Garden.

Thank you so much to the ever-generous, supremely sweet, and endlessly talented @saradika-graphics for these absolutely beautiful dividers. Go see and read everything they do! All utterly wonderful!

[the-himawari]

A3! Mikage Hisoka - Translation [SR] Bright Star of Blooming (1/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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*door opens*

Tsumugi: …Ah, there he is.

Hisoka: Zzz, zzz…

Tsumugi: Hisoka-kun, here’s a marshmallow.

Hisoka: *Munch*… *nom, nom*… Tsumugi…?

Tsumugi: My apologies for waking you up.

Hisoka: No, it’s fine. What’s up?

Tsumugi: I was thinking of placing some of the flowers blooming in the garden into vases to decorate the theatre lobby for tomorrow’s screening party. And I wanted to choose the flowers with you. What do you think?

Hisoka: Good idea. I wanna pick them together. I’ll help you arrange them too.

Tsumugi: Thank you. Let’s head to the garden then.

-pause-

Hisoka: …It’s hard to choose. All of them are blooming so beautifully.

Tsumugi: Fufu. You can take your time selecting them.

Hisoka: I guess… no matter which flowers I choose… I want them to show my gratitude for our guests.

Tsumugi: If that’s how you feel, then I’m sure the audience will understand your feelings no matter which flowers you use in the end.

Hisoka: …I hope so.

-pause-

Izumi: The flowers you two arranged were a huge hit with our guests.

Tsumugi: I’m glad if they were to their liking.

Hisoka: It was hard deciding which ones to use. But choosing them was also fun.

Tasuku: Today’s the screening party for “Sunny Blanc”, so I saw lots of different people were sending flowers to us.

Izumi: That’s right! We’ve been getting more than usual. The flowers we received from our guests are being displayed in the lobby. Definitely go have a look at them later.

Tsumugi: I took a quick peek before the guests came, and all of them were beautiful in their own way. It also smelled wonderful in there. What a lovely space.

Hisoka: I’ll take my time looking around after the talk show is over. I might fall asleep there since the flowers smell so nice though…

Tasuku: Hey, you look like you're about to sleep right now. Anyways, you’re always dozing off. The smell of the flowers has no effect on that.

Izumi: …Ah. It’s almost time. Please get to your spots!

Hisoka: …Okay.

-pause-

Hisoka: During the curtains calls for “Risky Game,” we gave marshmallows away as gifts by having the audience members draw cards. That was well-received.

Tsumugi: So when we were considering what we should do for the Sunny Blanc performances, we made a lottery and had the guests draw lots as they came into the theatre.

Tasuku: The ballots with flowers drawn on them were the winners, and those people got flowers picked by Mikage and Tsumugi as gifts.

Hisoka: The flowers on those ballots were drawn by everyone in Winter troupe.

Tsumugi: We borrowed pencil crayons from Azuma-san and we coloured them in together.

Tasuku: When you place all the flower drawings together, you can easily tell who drew which ones.

Hisoka: They’re full of everyone’s unique quirks. …Ah, is there anyone here who received one of those flowers back then?

Guest A: I did!

Guest B: I did too!

Tasuku: There’s more than I thought.

Tsumugi: That makes sense. Back then, Hisoka-kun drew the most flowers since he wanted as many people as possible to win.

Hisoka: Yeah. I was glad if as many people as possible could get one. Thank you for coming to watch both the show and the screening.

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[laroinda]

i just caught up to wind breaker manga (the satoru nii one) and i desperately need to rant abt it

let's start from the fact that i'm not a fan of this genre of manga. the only other delinquent series i've actually read was t*kyo r*vengers but we shall not speak about this one and it certainly didn't leave a good impression of this type of manga on me. so imagine my surprise when i tuned in to the first episode of wind breaker and i found myself tearing up by the end of it, let's just say that it was quite unexpected.

the thing that surprised me the most about this series is the heart that it has. yes it's cheesy, yes it's cringe at times, yes the premise of the town and the school is so silly it might just fall apart if you start looking at it too closely. but the series manages to build the sense of community within this place so fast and so well that i never actually found myself questioning any of that.

another thing that was a really nice surprise was how kind the series is, both with its characters and with the themes it builds itself on. the main one of course being opening yourself up and learning how to trust others. every time we see a character struggle with that it tugs at my heartstrings so much i end up barely able to read the chapter cause my eyes water immediately, especially when it's about sakura himself.

sakura, oh my dear sakura. i could sing him praises for hours i fear so i'll try to keep it short. he's just incredible. he's truly the heart of the story in every sense of the word. he's so kind! he's such a good person, even if he doesn't believe it or doesn't know how to properly express his care for others! he's so lovable from the start, even before you see him grow into the person he is at the current stage of the manga. and he keeps growing and changing and becoming the person he probably never thought he could ever become before he came to furin. and it's all because of the people around him that accept him and let him grow at his pace, even if he makes mistakes or doesn't do things exactly right immediately.

i love the slightly more recent imagery of comparing him to a plant that started to grow since he joined furin. it started in the stretch between the keel arc and the red lights district arc when he decided that furin is the place that he belongs in and we saw a little sprout, but i feel like it's gonna come to full fruition in this arc. it's pretty clear to me considering that endo literally compares him to a flower and his whole thing is to try and set sakura on fire (metaphorically of course... i hope). it's probably gonna be contrasted to umemiya who's literally a gardener and under whose care and leadership, directly or not, sakura was finally able to grow because he was nurtured by those around him. in this case the main person who allowed that to happen would be umemiya as he's the one who made furin into what it is now. also, i've seen quite a lot of people be worried (?) about sakura potentially going with endo to protect furin but idk man i don't think that would happen. the angst potential is incredible but he was literally calling out that girl in the red lights arc (i'm sorry i forgot her name, it slipped my mind cause i've read like 90% of this manga in two days) for... basically doing just that. giving herself up so that others could be safe without thinking about their feelings. i feel like he's probably gonna take that lesson and apply it here.

speaking of which, i love this whole theme of passing down knowledge and advice on how to handle things that are new to you. first it's kotoha telling sakura that he needs allies to be at the top of furin, that he should start facing people that want to be there for him and even the small things like telling him to just say "leave it to me" when someone asks for help. and then, in the keel arc, he uses the same advice he was given before and gives it to someone else who's also struggling with quite similiar things to him. then there's him learning how to rely on other boys in his class and going to kaji for advice, who's very clearly meant to be kind of a parallel to sakura. kaji's went to somewhat similiar things, he's just further down the path of figuring out who he is, what he can and can't do that sakura is (or at least that was the case when they talked). so he gives sakura advice, one that was given to him before by hiragi when he was struggling as a newly made grade captain who felt like he was wholly undeserving of the trust that people placed in him and felt like he's gonna dissapoint them. he knows exactly what sakura is struggling with so he can help him the way he was helped before, the same way that sakura helped nagato before.

i have a lot more thoughts about this series but they are not sorted out in my brain in any way yet so i'm not gonna say anything more cause this on its own is messy as hell

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Do I know you? | {KanaNez}

Theme: Fluff

Note: It starts as regular AU then skips to modern!!

There's a little SaneKana and InoAoi mentioned btw :3

×××

Kanao had always been there for Nezuko. When she was a demon and wandered about the halls at night, Kanao would bump into her sometimes as she arrived home from a mission. They would meander through the garden under the moonlight as Kanao pointed out different flowers, her voice soft yet clear in the silence of the night. Nezuko would trot along by her side, picking up a fallen flower from a tree, smoothing out its petals and handing it to Kanao. After the war, they spent even more time together, going on picnics or swimming in a river. Most of the time, they were with the others. But occasionally they had their time to themselves and they enjoyed it to the utmost pleasure. At times after Tanjiro died, Kanao would spend nights comforting Nezuko, holding her in her arms and rocking her to sleep. She was always there till the day they died and she would always be close.

×××

The alarm rang. Usually, Kanao was never up late. But last night she had been out with a couple friends of hers; Tanjiro, Aoi, and Zenitsu. They had lost track of time and she had ended up coming home late and knowing full well she would need an alarm tonight. Typically, she woke up even two hours before the alarm but today she woke up right as the loud beeping entered her ears. 

She jolted up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she dragged herself out of the bed and changed into her school uniform. There was the annual school festival today, which was a bad day to arrive late, so she hurried through her morning routine, checking her bag to make sure she had everything. She went downstairs to where her adoptive family was.

Shinobu was making breakfast in the kitchen, humming to herself as she put a plate on the table. 

"Good morning, Kanao," she said cheerfully. "Kanae's boyfriend picked her up already so she's not here. Eat your breakfast quickly, alright? We have to catch the bus."

Kanao nodded and put her bag down, murmuring a quick thank you before she ate. After finishing, she followed Shinobu out the door as they walked to the bus stop, barely catching the public bus. They arrived at the school twenty minutes later and went their respective ways to their classrooms.

The school was adorned with all sorts of banners as people rushed about, getting things ready. This year, Kanao's class was doing some sort of Flower Café for their event and it had seemed like a good idea at first but, even from a hall away, Kanao could already smell the heavy scent of nectar wafting from the classroom. Luckily, as she arrived, she found that visually it was quite pleasing, the decorations of both real and fake flowers giving it a beautiful look.

Naturally, the café would be outside, but that didn't stop people from decorating inside as well. The classroom was rather small for a whole café anyway, but it could be thought of like the back of it where all the supplies were. Some people had arrived earlier to help with the food and everyone else was starting to filter in as they would begin to prepare. Kanao put her bag down and walked to where Tanjiro and a girl she didn't recognize stood. They were placing out some pastries that would be sold in the café. 

"Good morning!" Tanjiro said cheerfully to Kanao when he noticed her. 

She nodded. "Morning."

"Hello!" the other girl said. She had eyes like Tanjiro but lighter, and black hair that was tied back into a ponytail. 

"Ah! That's right, have you two met before?" Tanjiro asked.

Kanao shook her head.

"This is my sister, Nezuko," Tanjiro explained. "She's come to help me. She goes to a different school but will go to ours next year. Nezuko, this is Kanao. I think I've told you about her before."

Nezuko smiled. "Nice to meet you, Kanao! I hope we can be friends—it'll be helpful to know people here when I transfer schools."

Kanao dipped her head in a bow. "A pleasure to meet you, too."

Nezuko turned to her brother. "She's so polite," she said contently, picking up a croissant with a napkin and offering it to Kanao. "Want one?"

"Thank you, but they should be saved for the event."

"Awee, she really is," Nezuko squealed, putting the croissant back. A phone rang and she took it out of her pocket, glancing at the name. "I'll be back, alright?"

Tanjiro and Kanao both nodded and she left the classroom, answering the call.

"She's super nice, don't worry," Tanjiro assured Kanao once Nezuko was out of earshot. "I know she's a bit energetic for your taste, probably, but she's the sweetest person to exist."

Aoi, who seemed to have popped up out of nowhere, said, "There's two of you, basically." 

Tanjiro yelped. "When did- Huh?"

Kanao tilted her head in Aoi's direction. "Good morning."

Aoi smiled. "Morning, Kanao. How are Shinobu and Kanae?" 

She had lived with the Kocho's and Kanao for a bit after her parents death but had recently moved with Inosuke as it was hard for the Kocho's to provide for so many people and Inosuke's grandmother was more than willing to care for Aoi.

"They're good," Kanao said, nodding. "Don't you have class with Kanae?..."

Aoi shook her head. "No, they changed some things a while back. I'm surprised you didn't hear—a lot of my classmates were complaining about being switched to a different teacher because they preferred Kanae. So I haven't really seen her except in passing the halls."

"Oh."

Tanjiro smiled at them. "Ah, speaking of teachers, ours said we have to bring these things out at ten so that everything is ready by three."

"Alright. I don't have anything to do now, so I'll do it," Aoi offered. 

"Yes, okay! I can do it too."

Kanao nodded. "I'll help."

"It's almost ten..." Tanjiro said, checking his phone. "So I think we can go now."

He and Aoi both picked up some of the boxes of food and made their way out of the classroom. As Kanao went to pick up her own, Nezuko reentered the room and looked around.

"Where did Tanjiro go?" she asked, frowning.

Kanao nodded towards the doorway. "Outside."

"Oh! Are we already bringing the things out?"

Kanao nodded again.

"Okay. I'll go with you," Nezuko said, picking up a box and walking with Kanao out the door.

They walked silently for a while as they maneuvered their way through the crowded halls. Then Nezuko said, "You know... I haven't met you before, I think, but you seem familiar. Maybe Tanjiro has shown me a picture of you...? I don't know—it's kind of weird. Like, I'm getting déjà vu right now and I can't tell if it's creepy or not..."

Kanao raised an eyebrow in response. She had thought Nezuko looked familiar as well but figured it was just the similarity between her and her brother. It probably was nothing. A picture, as Nezuko had said. Tanjiro liked taking pictures to remember things so they had acquired a lot of selfies throughout the years. 

They made it outside and found where Tanjiro, Aoi, and some of the others were clustered about, putting things up. The two girls placed their boxes down where a teacher instructed them and then went back towards the building again to retrieve more.

The day blurred through as classes were cancelled for the event, the halls much too loud and the energy excited for anyone to focus anyhow. 

Kanao found herself having fun, the spring air and the laughter of the others around her lifting her spirits and making her smile time and time again. The day drew to a close as evening approached and the stalls were closed. The festival's winner was, in fact, not Kanao and Tanjiro's class. Yet, though there were definitely some disappointed groans, nobody seemed to mind much. 

Things were put away and people stayed behind to clean. Kanao was amongst them, putting away the boxes and throwing away trash. She bumped into Nezuko again, who was sweeping. 

"Oh, you stayed late, too?" Nezuko said, flashing her a quick smile. "Tanjiro's also here somewhere. Probably cleaning down the whole classroom..."

Kanao nodded. "I'm going home with Kanae and she has to stay a little longer."

"Oh! Okay!" Nezuko said cheerfully. "Well, once we finish, wanna get a snack or something? I'm a bit hungry since I didn't eat much of lunch."

"Alright."

They finished cleaning up outside and grabbed their bags as they walked to the classroom to find Tanjiro. Nezuko took out of her bag some bread buns, handing one to Kanao. "Here. You probably know that my family owns a bakery? My mother gives us some of the food sometimes," she explained. "I like this one a lot, so you should try some."

Kanao took it gratefully. "It does taste good," she murmured, after taking a bite.

"Yep!" Nezuko said, biting into her own. 

As they walked, Kanao glanced at Nezuko. Something about the girl striked her as someone she's met before. She would assume that they had seen each other in passing, or maybe when she'd been over to see Tanjiro. But she found herself thinking it wasn't that. Had they been close in the past, maybe? When she was younger? No, when Kanao was younger she hadn't had any friends.

Kanao glimpsed a discarded plastic bamboo tube on the floor when they passed a classroom and she picked it up to put it away. She paused. In her mind, she had envisioned a red ribbon coming from either side of the bamboo. She frowned and turned to Nezuko to ask her if there had been something of it from one of the other classes' event. Nezuko had continued walking, not noticing that she'd stopped, but had turned now to look at her. 

"Are you alright, Kanao?" she asked, starting to walk back. "What's that?"

Kanao held up the bamboo slowly and froze. She had been about to hand it to Nezuko but, as she held it up, it seemed that it fit perfectly over Nezuko's mouth. The image of Nezuko with a similar looking bamboo tied around her mouth like a muzzle, her hair down and long, the tips orange, surfaced in Kanao's mind. What? 

"Ehm... Is everything okay?" Nezuko asked, taking the bamboo and inspecting this. "Isn't this from the class that was doing some sort of panda thing? It was weird since they said stuff about the great panda or whatever, even though it's from China."

Kanao stared blankly, her hand falling to her side. 

"Kanao?"

She blinked. 

"Yes?" Kanao asked, coming to her senses.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Sorry," she murmured. "Let's go find Tanjiro."

"Alright!" 

They continued down the hall, the plastic bamboo put away in the classroom. Later, as Kanao sat in the backseat of Sanemi's car, Kanae and Sanemi in the front and Genya sitting beside her, she found herself asking Kanae something.

"Did I know a girl... with bamboo in her mouth? With long black and orange hair?" she asked. Genya glanced at her inquisitively but said nothing of it.

Sanemi, on the other hand, who was driving, nearly choked and the car jolted slightly before he regained his composure.

"Do you mean the Kamado girl? Nezuko?" he asked, after recovering.

Kanae frowned. "Tanjiro's sister? Her hair isn't orange, Sanemi. And she doesn't eat bamboo—I think."

Sanemi shook his head as he pulled over at the Kocho's house. "No, it's not that, Kanae." Then he turned to Kanao, a strange look in his eye. "Did you remember her today?"

Kanao nodded slowly. 

"Right. It's Nezuko," he confirmed. Then he paused, some sort of understanding dawning on his features. "Hm. You did know her. A long time ago, though."

Then he got out of the car, ordering Genya to stay inside as he opened Kanae's door. Kanao stepped out, nodding a quick goodbye to Genya before walking with Kanae back inside.

Hm. So she had known Nezuko before, then.

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y'all the word count wasn't on purpose at all, not at all ^^ 

also

Tanjuro (nez and tanji's father) and Sanemi are probably the only ones who remember near to everything, while everyone else only had vague memories of the past that they pass off as dreams :D

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

Hello! Sorry for bothering you but can I request some comfort headcanons with the Papas? Had a hospital trip recently and the results ended up worse than I expected so, not feeling too good. Thank you so much!

Hey anon!! I'm so sorry the results aren't what you were hoping for and I hope that you're at least doing better today <3 Some comfort headcanons coming right up!!

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Primo's prime method of comfort: making and brewing you a personalised blend of tea

He has a mix already made up for whenever you need some comfort or someone to talk to

It's the perfect blend of leaves and flavours, incorporating some of your favourite things

Will pour you a nice hot cup of your personal brew and lend a listening ear fi you wanna talk about what happened

He'll hold your hand, offer you biscuits and other various snacks to go with your tea to help you feel better

Lots of hugs and cuddles

"What is the next step? I want to make sure that I am here for you every step of the way, il mie petale"

Will take you for a walk down to his gardens and greenhouse to pick whatever flowers you'd like for a bouquet to go in your room

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Secondo's prime method of comfort: movie night in his private quarters

He lets you pick all the movies you're going to watch as well as all the snacks and drinks

He'll even let you pick whatever takeaway you want. Pizza, Chinese takeaway, kebabs, whatever

The man is fantastic at listening, but he won't force you to talk. He knows that you'll talk to him when you're ready

Will pause the film when you do want to talk and he'll turn to face you so that you know he's going to listen and give you his full attention

Caresses your hands, squeezing them while you explain what happened and your results

"Next time I will be there with you, okay? You won't be going through this alone. I won't allow it"

You finish your movie night cuddled up together on the sofa, drifting off to sleep in one another's arms with the movie playing softly in the background and takeaway boxes strewn about the place

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

Terzo's prime method of comfort: pamper session

He immediately sees that you're not happy and whisks you home, making arrangements over the phone for the ghouls to "initiate mission spa treatment"

You're treated to Terzo giving you the best massage of your life, scented candles, soft music, manicure, pedicure, he even has one of his ghouls hand feed you chocolate or a fruit of your choice while he gets to work spoiling you rotten to hopefully make you feel better and more relaxed

When you're ready to tell him what happened, he's attentive and listens with rapt attention

Pulls you into his lap and plays with your hair or, if you don't have any hair/your hair is too short, traces little patterns over your skin while you talk

He doesn't talk unless you ask him a question or say something that he feels he should give a response too

"Perhaps today you did not get the result we were hoping for, tesore, but we will not give up. You won't give up. I know you and your strength. We will get through this together"

Caps off your evening of pampering with a luxurious bubble bath that's been scented with relaxing lavender and chamomile with hints of vanilla and sandalwood

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

Copia's prime method of comfort: his rats

He'll let you dress them up, feed them, pet them

He'll get them to perform tricks for you that he taught them back when he first brought them home

Copia knows that animals can be very soothing and therapeutic, so he's more than happy to let you spend all the time you want with them

It's only once you've put all his babies back in their cages that he'll ask you if you're okay and if you'd like to talk

He'll cuddle you, rubbing your back or your arm the whole time as you tell him the results and how upset you are about them

"Oh, dolcezze mie, I'm so sorry. I will be there with you next time, okie? Whatever you need, I am here and I always will be. I swear"

Does his best to take your mind off it by showing you various things that he wants to buy to improve the rats' home and asks for your opinions. He doesn't want you to overthink or to stress out tonight. He just wants to make you smile and let you know that he's there for you

[independent-adventures]

I got home a long while ago but it took a lot time to rest after a full day of walking all over the ship! U^ɪ^U it was a super long day but really fun, Nerine did a super good job keeping the touchy Affini off me as usual, there were soooo many cool places!

Half of the 4th the ring is aquatic because there are some water breathing sophonts onboard. Nerine showed me some walkways for air breathing sophonts that go into the aquatic area! its a small network of pathways that go across the bottom with arched roofs it was sooo pretty I don't think I've been under that much water ever! U^ɪ^U

there was this large terrace that was suuuuper high up it was on top of the Pumila's branch of the Office of Transitional Neoxenoveterinary Archeobureaucracy which is sooooo tall! It looks like a massive stack of paper! We took an elevator up and you could see soooo far like most of that half of the ring! the curve so much more pronounced from up there it almost made me a bit dizzy! U>ɪ<U

We stopped and this like 20th century diner that was all chrome covered with big red booths and a flat top grill! I got a burger that was AMAZING there was this floret with a brown bob wearing a red and white polka dot dress and an apron who took our order she seemed pretty zonked out on class A's and E's but surprisingly was able to take our order really well! she seemed to know Nerine because when we walked in the floret got this huge smile on her face and ran right up to us for some pets from her

after lunch we went to this garden that was in a more enclosed dark area because it had tooooons of bioluminescent plants and fungi, like literally every color imaginable it was a rainbow of glowy stuff I bet it would be craaaazy to be there on some of the more psychedelic variants of class S's its such a pretty space, there was even a stream and tiny pond with aquatic bioluminescent plants!!!!

finally we swung by her hab to grab the thing she compiled for me! her hab was really nice! super cozy vibe its crazy how used ive gotten to the larger spaces compared to before the affini showed up on Silvae. Anyways, she compiled me this really cute bracelet! U^ɪ^U

Its colors are a lot like her flowers, and I love the pattern in the center when the bracelet is closed its one seamless line that loops! U^ɪ^U She said that if an Affini sees it they'll know not to touch me. She showed me how to take it on and off, I just have to press on the sides where the ends meet. Because the bracelet is seamless when closed, it took me a few tries to remember where to press but I figured it out! We hung out for a while and just talked about all sorts of stuff, she told me stories from some the different places the Pumila's been and I told her a bit about my life. I decided to walk to the shuttle back planetside alone to give the bracelet a try and it worked a charm! The trip was so cool and we literally went to every ring on the ship! I really hope I can convince my Partner to come up with me at some point but she seems super hesitant for some reason despite me telling her all of the cool stuff I've gotten to see!

When my partner saw the bracelet she seemed a little concerned but I explained that I had complained to Nerine about how uncomfortable I was getting with all the Affini touching me, and she gave it to me to make sure the Affini knew to give me space. My explanation seemed to reassure my partner and I showed her that I could take it off super easily. I let her know I was only going to wear it on the Pumila anyways because the Affini are so much more handsy up there and she seemed happy with that!

anyways I stayed up waaay to late again because this took a lot longer to write up than I thought it would U>ɪ<U looks like more class Z's for me tonight lol. I'll answer yall's comments and questions tomorrow but for tonight I'm getting some sleep U^ɪ^U

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 7: Dancing

Summary: A few Jedi and Clones are invited to a senator ball to thank them for their war efforts.

  The Senate ball was an annual for the Senate. However this year was different. The senators had decided to invite their most successful generals to show their appreciation. The Jedi could bring their commanders if they wished to.

    Of course Anakin brought Ashoka along and Obi-wan brought Cody. Though Cody has never been to a fancy ball he knew Obi-wan would know what to do and he would get to spend time with his lover.

    Obi-wan had grabbed one of his nicer sets of robes and Padma found Cody something nice to wear. The two showed up to the ball right on time and mingled with the senators for a little while.

    Anakin and Padma stayed near each other the whole time while Ashoka and Rex rommed the dance floor. Neither could dance so they made it up as they went. Even if most of the music was classical music, they danced as if it was a high school party.

    Obi-wan watched them, glad they where having great time and relieved the senators didn't mind. He watched Anakin and Padma get to close to each other and he watched as Cody tried to get used to the fancy chandelier and elegant dresses.

    So badly Cody wanted to grab Obi-wan and take him to the dance floor or to take him for a walk in the garden they had passed as the walked up the stairs to the entrance. He reframed because 'what would the people think?'

    As the night went on Obi-wan whished for the same thing. The ballroom was starting to get stuffy and overwhelming. He couldn't imagine how Cody felt sense this was his first big fancy event.

    Obi-wan looked over at his commander and desired to leave this ball full of people who they couldn't be themselves around. He walked over to Cody and spoke to him. "Can we take a walk?" He said.

    Cody felt his checks flush just a little. All night he had been waiting to Obi-wan to say something like that. "Of course." He took his generals and guided him to the back door that should lead to a large garden based off of the layout they had been given before.

    The door opened silently and the two escaped out in the garden. The laughed a little as they walked around. Obi-wan grabbed Cody's hand once he deemed it to be safe.

    They walked around the colorful flowers, lit up by moon light. Obi-wan filled Cody's head with the useless knowledge of what each of them were. The looked at the constellations, Cody knowing more of them then Obi-wan had expected.

    The two lovers walked back towards the building. They stopped at the entrance of the garden, unsure if they really wanted to go back in. Inside the music slowed.

    Obi-wan felt Cody grab his hands. The commander pulled them to his shoulder and waist Then he placed his own hands on the other and pulled him closer. "Can I have this dance?" He whispered.

    A chill went up Obi-wan's spine. Everything felt so perfect. For a moment everything was okay. The vine arch above them created spotlights and the general breeze brought the sweet smell of the flowers to them. He smiled, "of course you can."

    Slowly the two stepped together and swayed to the music. Obi-wan leaned into his chest and let his worry of slip away.

Near the end of the song Cody twirled Obi-Wan and he dipped him. Their faces were so close and without any hesitation they kissed.

They giggled and moved. Cody walked over to the entrance and picked a rose. He handed it to Obi-wan, "we should head back inside."

"We should." Obi-wan grabbed Cody's hand, "I had a good night." He leaned into him as they walked, only separating at the door.

"Me too."

@codywanweek

[ask-half-blood-hill]

Meet the Demigods: Ren Takayama

Testing, testing! Sephora Chambers here, LIVE from Cabin Two in Camp Half-Blood, ready to interview all the lively and rowdy faces of Half-Blood Hill! Welcome to Meet the Demigods! Today, we have a treat! I’d like to introduce my best friend, Ren Takayama! There’s a lot to cover, so let’s get on with the broadcast!

Q1: How would you describe how you look?

“Different from my half-siblings here. Most of the have light hair, or light eyes. I’ve got a sort of golden-brown eye color, and my hair is black. Serenity did offer to put some blonde streaks in it though… I’m about five foot seven, and I’ve always been a bit on the lean side.”

Q2: Who is your godly parent?

“I was claimed by Apollo! I think it was a little obvious, now that I noticed all those nuances in my life. Yellow this, music that, yadda yadda yadda. He’s the god of a lot of things, actually. Medicine, the sun, music, archery, poetry, stuff like that. You name it, there’s a 30% chance he’s the god of it. He’s probably also the god of overachievers… No offense, dad. You know you’d live up to that title.”

Q3: What’s your talent?

“Like all of my siblings, I have a talent with medicine and archery. My actual power that makes me stand out… Geez, I guess that’ll have to wait. I’m not sure if I want to expose myself just yet, Seph. I guess it’s also cool that I can tell the time of day, no matter where I am. Isn’t that neat? What do you mean that’s lame?! You’re full of-”

Q4: What are your hobbies?

“I really like music, but I guess that’s just a given, since I’m a kid of Apollo. I also have a passion for painting and acting, which my mom got me into. I also really have a good hand with gardening, too, but for some reason all my flowers end up turning yellow…”

Q5: Who’s your favorite cabin mate?

“Oh geez, this isn’t a fair question. Cyrus is a little cutie, he even offered to let me snuggle one of his frog plushies the other night. Serenity is cool, but a little too cool. Kieran is strange, and a little too in the clouds sometimes, and Alexander is a force of pure chaos. Dawn is sweet, but you can’t get away with anything when she’s around- she can detect liars. Sebastian is cool, but he’s always cooped up in the workshop… Caroline? She’s a doll, but she’s very shy. I guess that leaves Myra. I admire how hard she works, and since she swore off violence, it’s mostly just her running the clinic almost all day, every day.”

Q6: If you could live in any other cabin, which cabin would you choose?

“Man, have you ever been in the Hypnos cabin? It’s the most comfortable place ever. It would be paradise just to go to a sleepover there, let alone live there! The Hebe cabin is also pretty nice, so that’d likely be my choice. It’s got this sort of… nostalgic feeling to it. Maybe it’s just the aura of youthfulness.”

Q7: How would you describe yourself, personally?

“I guess I’m a bit of a scatterbrain. I mean, most demigods think at a million miles a minute, but I genuinely feel like I will explode in the sunlight. I love my family, I love my friends, but I’ve been noted to be reckless at times. I zone into things, and it’s like a trance to me. Um… I guess I’m average in terms of intelligence, but sometimes I can think of quick solutions to issues. Maybe I’m more like a problem solver, than a long-term thinker, or strategist…”

Q8: Do you have a crush on anyone here in camp?

“What? Seph, you can’t just ask that! What do you mean ‘Yes I can?’ Fine! Fine, yes, I do, but like heck would I tell you!”

Well, thank you all for tuning in to the first ever ‘Meet the Demigods!’ Join me next time, when we take on the spooky, haunted face of the Hades Cabin, Jasper Graves! Until next time, stay safe and praise the gods!

[firstofficerwiggles]

Hello! I've binged so much of your writing today and oh my gods, I love it!

I hope I'm not too late to get in on the ask, but one of the star wars boys writing to me would be lovely. I'm over 50, and it's hard to admit this but I've never been on the receiving end of romantic gestures. Don't get me wrong, there's been much love in my life - practical, solid, occasionally goofy - but no romance.

Maybe it's my work? State Department, medic of various sorts including search and rescue, now a security guard. Practical stuff. But I also adore tea parties, and gardens, and steampunk and the entire Star Wars universe. Right now I'm building a Mandalorian medic outfit for conventions because bad ass medic who WILL shoot the asswipe who put that gaping hole in you? Yes.

Anyhow, sorry for babbling on and on at you. Whichever of the ones you think would romance an older woman, and would enjoy being spicy with a lady that can take a punch or dish one out, who grows flowers that also make a useful poultice to clear up that nasty bruise, hm?

Many thanks!

Aelf

Welcome to my blog! I’m so glad you found it and that you’re enjoying my writing. I can’t thank you enough for your kind words 💗 I’m going to ship you with Din Djarin for several reasons, first, I think Din loves badass women with a softer side too, and also because Din definitely needs his own personal medic 😂 (for the Mando’a: cyar’ika = sweetheart, ner kar’ta = my heart)

Cyar’ika,

How are you, my love? I miss you more than I can say. I’m finally headed home after this latest mission for the New Republic. Why is it that so many of their missions need to take place in places that are more swamp than land? I swear I’m going to be scrubbing the beskar for a full week after this glop. I’m also not ashamed to admit that I’m going to need some patching up when I get back to you. I promise I was trying to be careful, but chasing after Trandoshans in a place infested with vines and the galaxy’s biggest mud puddles was a recipe for falling on my ass. Speaking of, there’s probably a few bruises there that I could use your help with. Thankfully I know you don’t mind looking at said ass. Mmm, and you know, if your ass needs any checking, I’m always available. In fact when I get home, I say we send the kiddo to go visit Auntie Peli, and then we get into a nice hot, soapy tub and you can inspect every inch of me, and you know I’m going to want to return that favor. Plus, as I reminded you last time, your kisses do even more for me than your medicines. I think I need to spend at least one entire evening sampling those sweet lips of yours while you’re in my arms. That sounds like sheer heaven to me. And well, you’re always telling me I need to spend more time in bed, so of course, we’ll need to spend several hours there too. It’s important for my health, and for yours too, because I’m sure you need to have some tension relieved like only I can. In fact I intend to see how often I can relieve that tension for you all night long. Ah, ner kar’ta, I wish I were home right now. I can’t wait to hear you saying my name and telling me how much you missed me too. The moment I see you, this helmet is coming off and I’m going to kiss you like something out of one of those romantic holofilms you love so much. You know what, I’m also going to send a message to Peli right now, she might need to keep the baby for a few days, because I think I need lots of extra time to remind you how special you are to me. Until then, take care, cyar’ika and know that I’m hurrying back to you.

Love,

Din

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[edosianorchids901]

The Intruders

For @book-omens-week Day 4: free space

Life in the South Downs was ideal. Plenty of space, lots of green, and not too many humans around. There were some humans, of course, but they were easy to avoid. Not like in London.

And then there was the cottage. A great big garden, full of endless flowers and bushes and a really terrific pond. It was peaceful, quiet, the perfect place for an introverted duck to hang out.

Or at least, it had been until the new inhabitants moved in, and her perfect life was interrupted.

The new inhabitants weren’t human. They weren’t ducks, either, or any of the other animals that she sometimes socialized with. They were something else, something…

Familiar, actually. The duck had never spent much time in St. James’s Park—too much competition for snacks—but she occasionally flew across on her way to one of the quieter places. She’d seen these two before. They had often been standing next to the pond, or strolling through the park, or sitting on a bench.

She didn’t know what they were, but strange things happened around them. And once they careened into the garden in a clattering metal contraption, the duck’s life became much less peaceful.

The metal thing came and went at all hours, roaring down the drive and disrupting her naps. Changes happened to the garden at random, flowers sometimes just springing into existence unpredictably when the being with dark glasses snarled at them. On a more encouraging note, though, the pond unexpectedly doubled in size by the end of the first week.

More ducks flocked to the pond, which she didn’t mind too much. The two strange beings provided plenty of food, sometimes spending an entire day flinging food at her and the others, so there was no real need to compete for meals.

But while the larger pond and endless supply of food was a nice addition to life, it came at a cost. The two strange beings talked. Constantly. Endlessly. Enough to give her a headache.

“We’re not going for tartan drapes,” the one with the dark glasses said irritably, hurling a strawberry to the grass with unnecessary violence. The duck approached cautiously and snapped it up, keeping an eye out for further edible missiles. “The tartan sheets are bad enough. Not to mention your damn jumper.”

The one in the jumper crossed his arms, then uncrossed them in favor of gently lobbing another strawberry in front of the duck. “But when I initially asked about décor, you said that you always liked to decorate with whatever’s stylish. And tartan is—”

“Nonono, it’s not. It’s really not.”

“It is!”

“No, it’s really not. Come on, I know you like colors as much as I do.”

“One would never know that from your flat. And I hardly think my tartan drapes are more egregious than your white leather sofa.”

The duck liked colors—especially the flowers—but what she really liked was food and a peaceful environment. She could put up with the incessant conversation if it came with plenty of food. But now, the two strange beings had gotten too wrapped up in bickering to feed her.

She waddled up to just in front of them and quacked as incessantly as they talked. When even that didn’t get their attention, she flapped her wings enthusiastically and quacked even louder.

The one wearing tartan paused mid-sentence and looked down at her. He beamed, picking up his bowl of fruit again. “Oh, hello! I’m sorry, were we being too loud for you? Would you like us to quiet down a touch?”

“Are you really asking a duck questions?” the one in the dark glasses asked. “I hope you’re not expecting an actual answer. Besides, it’s our garden, we can argue as much as we— aaaugh!”

Point made, the duck stopped biting his dangling fingers, looked up, and quacked again.

The one in tartan laughed. “Well, my dear. I think we’ve just determined that ducks can answer questions, hmm?”

“Ngh.”

They both tossed more food down before diving back into the discussion about colors at a lower volume, and continued to feed her and the others as they talked. Content now, the duck nibbled on the wide variety of snacks. Maybe she could still train the intruders to be good neighbors.