#cause i love drawing ponies to warm up

[ponyatomics]

Anderson (a workhorse)

AKA mlp + real life horse jobs = cool concept

[fastfists]

I am enjoying the talk of pastel ponies UwU

[allmyocsarebritish]

Confessions

Pairing: Velvette X reader

Warnings(?): a bit rushed, i had a dream about Vel and this is what came of it, my share pony is called Velvet so this was a little odd ngl

Your close friendship with Velvette allowed you to see a side of her contrasting the way she presented herself to the rest of hell. It was nice, to see her acting sweet and soft, doting on her best friend.

Almost loving.

Although that was most likely your imagination, right? Of course: you slept in the same bed at sleepovers every night; shared a ridiculously oversized wardrobe; were eachother's first kiss; and spent all day practically glued at the hip, but that was just friendship. Right? You weren't stupid: you knew of your feelings for the young overlord. But the thought of them being reciprocated felt so inconceivable that you pushed down any hope of something more than friendship.

You sat cross-legged on Vel's queen-sized bed, the immaculate fuchsia sheets crisp and cool beneath you. On the other side of her luxurious room, Velvette sat at her dresser, mindlessly scrolling on her phone whilst waiting for her straighteners to heat enough to use.

"You know," you began, catching her attention as she turned her head to look at you. "I don't know why you insist on using those every day. I like your hair the way it is naturally."

"Are you questioning my sense of style, Y/N?" She asked, though her wide grin betrayed her attempt to seem offended. "Anyone but you would be dead for that, babe."

You tried not to show the way heat flushed your cheeks at the nickname. However, Vel being Vel noticed immediately.

"Aww, what's the matter? Flustered?" She taunted you, hopping off her chair and waltzing over. Your thoughts began to whirr at her words, were you so obvious? Did she know how you felt about her? You felt a tiny dip in the bed as Velvette sat next to you.

"Who, me? Pfft, no!" You decided to play into it, joining her in the banter. "It's just warm in here."

"It's cause I'm here." You scoffed at her 'joke', rolling your eyes. In a way that couldn't be any less subtle if you tried, you decided to stand up at that moment, mumbling something about checking her straighteners weren't overheating. As luck would have it, they were just about ready to use.

"They're done, Vel." You told her, turning around and making eye contact. Her face was mostly neutral, though there was a just noticeable hint of confusion and racing thoughts behind her expression. You felt the nerves sieze you at the prospect of her catching onto you, but you suppressed them, not wanting to draw out the awkwardness of the conversation. Vel slowly pushed herself off the bed and made her way over to you, uncharacteristically reserved.

Velvette sat down on the chair at her dresser, facing away so that you had complete access to her hair, but you stepped in front of her.

"What's on your mind?" You gently poked her forehead, hoping you hadn't made her uncomfortable with your barely concealed feelings. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, pinching her nose bridge, and you could swear your racing heartbeat was audible. The silence was drawn out and you began to panic.

"You don't have to tell me what's wrong if you don't want to, V." You decided to give her space, pivoting so you once again stood behind her.

You gently gathered her hair and began to get to work on styling it, exceptionally careful not to pull or snag, and gently running your fingers through her soft curls.

Velvette was always observant, able to pick up on signs of how others were feeling. She did it at the overlord's meeting with Carmilla, she did it when communicating a business pitch, she did it when around Vox and Val - their moods were the most unpredictable. But you confused her, and it was incredibly frustrating for the young overlord. She couldn't interpret the inconsistent signals you emitted, and she was too scared of losing you to assume. Her pride refused to allow her to admit this however, so she continued to question in silence for as long as possible. Her need for attention led to attempts at dropping hints herself, but you were either oblivious or dismissive, and she was reaching the end of her tether.

"How do you feel about me?" Her question caught you off guard and you stopped in your tracks, frozen like a deer in headlights. (aLaStOr MenTiOnEd?!?!) Oh, now you were certain she was onto you. You swallowed thickly, aware that there was no going back from this. However, you still continued your vain attempt to play cool.

"I think that I'm honoured to have you as my best friend, you're smart, successful-"

"That's not answering the question."

Shit.

"Vel, I-" you took a deep breath. Now or never.

"I really like your stupid face and I couldn't live without it."

The drawn out silence lead you to question if maybe you said the wrong thing. Until it was broken by Vel's light-hearted laugh, one reserved for only you.

"I love you, you daft sod."

"I love you too." You grinned, smiling at her as she turned around in her chair. Velvette opened her arms and you slot in them, embracing her tightly and allowing relief to wash over you.

"But call my face stupid again and I'll drop you off in cannibal town."

[noble-atomics-railway]

I saw @shikariiin 's MLP AU and I had to do my own take on it. I first learned how to draw from pony art from Tumblr all the way back in ~2013 and couldn't pass up the chance to mash my fandoms together.

James, of course, had to take up half a page to himself because he is fabulous (and I love drawing Pegasi).

It's a toss up between James and Henry being my favorites on here. I really love both.

Random Info I came up with while I spent way too long drawing this under more.

Percy - A shy and nervous earth pony. Has a talent for communicating, but took his cutie mark more seriously and became a mail pony instead.

Thomas- A bold brash and cheeky earth pony who never lets his earth pony status hold him back. He joined the railroad because he wants to see the world and go everywhere. He can be nervous but is talented at his job. His cutiemark represents his ability to shunt (being strong) and being a ray of sunshine in people's lives, being infectious with joy, warming people like the sun.

Gordon - A strong and ill mannered Earth Pony. He's jaded by the world, and angry at the hand that he has dealt by being born an earth pony. He believes that railroad work should be for Earth Ponies as it relies on physical strength (This is probably based in the IDW post G4 era of comics where bad feeling was being stirred up between different pony classes). This means that James and himself but heads over everything because he thinks James could do better than railroad work. Gordon's cutiemark represents his need for perfection and obsession over small details. Gordon can't imagine anything worse than letting other people down by being late.

Henry - A shy unicorn who suffers from magic fatigue. He earned his cutiemark by casting a plant based magic spell that backfired and caused him to grow flowers and vines permanently in his mane. This means most of his magic is dedicated to keeping these magical plants alive, and he has little to spare to normal spell casting. The flowers in his mane represent his mood and his health. If he suffers magic fatigue, they begin to wilt in his mane. He works on the railroad because he can't cast magic constantly enough to get a unicorn magic based job.

The Flying Scotsman - A pegasi (I will draw him at some point). Lucked out genetically to be a pegasi born to a family of earth ponies. This means that he isn't as strong of a flyer as other pegasi, as his bones aren't hollow, but this doesn't stop Gordon being resentful of him. Also works on the railroad as he is physically strong, and has more earth pony traits than Pegasi ones.

Edward - Works as a navigator for the railroad. He does the jobs that require magic to do. I was thinking very Fluttershy with his cutie mark. It represents his softness and kindness. He never lets anything the others say get to him.

James - Drives Gordon insane. He's the only Pegasi in the team and likes to show off because he feels that it makes him more splendid and attractive than the others. He takes any opportunity to preen and show himself off. He loves to insult the others and then fly up to where they can't get him. Henry has at least once lost his temper with him and pulled him back down to earth only to deeply regret it when he feels ill for the rest of the day.

James' talent is for seeing fine details, but the others insist that it's a mirror because his only talent is bragging about his looks.

They do this Job \/

[futurewriter2000]

Warm Enough

A/N: Spent all day writing this with some distractions in between but I love it! LOVE IT! I still got it. 

REQUEST: Post!Azkaban Sirius is really burned out with Grimmauld Place but he absolutely refuses to go outside in the snow no matter how many jackets he has on bc the cold reminds him of the dementors in Azkaban and reader helps him work through it.

(REQUESTS ARE CLOSED)

XX

He slept... and slept... and slept... 

The curtains were covering the little light that was trying to make way to that darkened room- the room that never changed, not one thing was moved since he left it. His desk was covered in papers from his Hogwarts days, some awful written essays about potions for Professor Slughorn and there were drawings of werewolves, vampires, ghouls and charicature of Remus and Peter from their boy ages. Peter had overly large eyes and thick glasses stuck on him, mustache and some pimples, meanwhile Remus had large ears, awfully crooked nose and half missing teeth. It was funny back then because James and Sirius both drew that together during Arithmancy class. James had a talent for drawing, everybody that knew him knew that and Sirius, growing up by his side, managed to pick that up as well. Never good as James... in anything... James was always better. So why was it that it had to be James the one that was murdered and not him. Sirius would give anything to have switched places. James would handle all of this so much better than he did. 

Sirius’ sides were hurting from laying in the bed but it was as if the gravity was pulling him into the matress. His pillow felt uncomfortable though and so did every position he tried to fall back asleep. He hasn’t looked much around his room since he came back. He hasn’t noticed the past, whteher that was a conscious decision or sub-conscious. All he ever saw was his bed that always seemed to pull him into slumber. Why he woke up? The dreams started to turn into nightmares. Memories would hunt him, sometimes good memories from his boy days and sometimes memories from his 20′s- those he would suppose to enjoy the most. He didn’t. He spent it in the cold and darkness, that was why the bed was so inviting. It was warm, so warm and comforting. 

He heard a knock on the door and a head peered through. He lifted his head a bit, only to see the shape or the little sign to know who it was. 

“May I come in?” said the voice. 

He wailed quietly and shuffled himself amont the silk sheets. Maybe he did despise his family but at least they bought silk. 

“I will take that as a yes.” the person shuffled in the room and closed the door. “Blimey, Sirius. What are you- a vampire?” the curtains broke open and there was more light in the room, shining over every piece of furniture that hid in the dark for all these years. The person opened the door widely and the freezing, sharp cold burst in against the skin, causing the reaction of goosebumps. 

“I’d like to sleep.” 

“It’s three pm.” 

“I’ll get up at four.” he shuffled his head in the sheets as the cold reached his nose far too quick.” 

He could feel the infamous glare- the one only you could make to make him quirk a smile. You crossed your arms over and smirked. 

“So this is your room.” you let go of the hold and let your hands roam free over the furniture. “It does match your personality quite well- OH! A pony bike!” you laughed and made your way to it. Blue and a bit dusty but it would still probably work if you tried it. 

He peeked through the sheets and started to watch you wander. 

For some odd reason, you wore pink shirt and a black trainer. He’s not used to you wearing such light colours, especially pink. You were more of a moddy, dark teenager as he remembered, just like most of them were. Your figure was womanly, curves in all the right places and your hands- your whole body moved so delicatly, elegantly over his room. 

You came over his desk and saw the drawings hiddent underneath the paper.

‘James’ - you thought and smiled as you saw his usual drawing style. Your smile widened at the sight of the charicatures. You didn’t want to open this theme though. Not in front of him. Not when he slept for so long in the darkness of his own home. You knew this subject always opened a wound in him- a wound that resulted in fury and revenge. 

“Cannot believe you still have Slughorn’s paper.” you grabbed it and started reading it, laughing midway. “And it’s horrible.” you laughed and he rolled his eyes, laying on his back. 

“Well, I despised Potions and that man was all about Snape and Lily being the best of the best of his favorite, perfect little apprentices.” he mocked and you laughed, making his way towards him. 

You laid on the bed next to him, placing your arms on top of his chest as you did almost 20 years ago. The two of you never dated but you both were in the same friendgroup. Back then you found him quite childish and annoying but you’ve always cared about him. It was a bit sad there was only three of you left... four if you count the rat Peter. 

He smiled at the sight. He never told you that back then but whenever you did that, drunk or not, he always felt such a rush of heat rush his body. His heart would go into a whole new world of high rollercoaster rides and Merlin, the face you made- the look you gave him with those glimmering eyes- the glimmer that never seemed to go away throughout the years. He felt himself sweat onto his perfect silk and the cold never seemed too cooling enough to bring down his tempeture. 

“I miss those times sometimes.” you said, looking into his eyes as he gazed into yours. 

“Yeah... I never imagined it would en up like this, you know?” 

“There can still be a happy ending, you know?” you said, drawing circles on his chest but he hated that because it made him arouse and so he put his hand on top of yours to stop. “Sorry.” you said. “I forgot.” You knew he hated that, you just thought it was because he hated it in general, not the real reason behind it. 

There was a moment of silence and for the longest of time, he wanted to ask you this quiestion. “Did you believe it?” 

You lied down next to him, staring at the ceiling. “Believe what?” 

“That I did it.”

You knew it was going to be something among those lines but you were going to answer it truthfully. “I didn’t...at first. I couldn’t- it didn’t make any sense to me. From all the years I have known you, I just couldn’t put your personality and that action together.” you paused and looked at him. The two of you were so close, in his bed and that made you not only nervous but extremely, beaucoup nervous. 

“And then?” he asked, watching every facial movement you made. 

“I had to... somehow believe it.” you sat up from the guilt, even though he didn’t blame you for one bit. He believed he killed them too, if he was truly honest with himself... but he wasn’t. “Somebody had to take the blame and after years, I had to point at somebody because I was still so mad that they died. Especially when I saw Harry on the news- something inside of me just exploded. I was angry because there was logic fighting with me and the need to blame somebody for it. Peter was supposed to be dead, you know? And everything led to you. So either I was going to get crazy for not believing it or I should just accept it and have peace.” you turned back to him and he was smiling a bit. Shocked, you furrowed your eyebrows and asked: “What?” 

“You’re just so funny when you care what I think.” he sat up as well, feelig the pain in his legs burn from all the lying around. Yet it was too cold for him and he had to close the windows. He had to. 

“You laugh but I felt so guilty when Remus told me the truth. It was the shock all over again.” you walked behind him. “I don’t understand why didn’t you just tell us the truth?” 

“Would that have made any difference?” he said as he turned around from the window only to find you standing close to him... too close. “James was dead. Lily was dead and like you said- all evidence pointed to me. If nothing I was guilty of attempted murder.” he started to walk out of the room, you following. 

“It would have made all the difference in the world.” you started to raise your voice a bit and he noticed that, bringing up his hot-headed temper. 

“I really don’t want to talk about that, right now, (y/n).” he gritted his teeth.

“Well, not talking about it won’t make it go away.”

“I know that.” he turned towards the kitchen.” 

“It would have made a difference to Harry, to Remus- to me!” you started to shout as he burst into the kitchen and you right behind him. 

He opened the cupboards quite aggressively and you could see he was a bit furious. 

You wanted to be furious- you did. You wanted to explode and make a whole mess about it but you knew... that wouldn’t bring you any satisfaction. It would only make chaos. 

You could see it in his eyes- those angry, feisty dark grey eyes that you shouldn’t make a storm out of rain, so you took a deep breath in and put your hand on top of his. “I’m sorry.” you said softly and you could feel his hand relax, the veins on top of his slim fingers disappear back into its depths and his eyes soften. 

He closed one of the cupboards and leaned onto the counter. 

“I just don’t like to get reminded of my mistakes, (y/n). That’s all.” he said, looking at you through those dark curls of his that fell in front of him. “Don’t you think I know what I did? And every day I was reminded in that cell... every day of those 12 years.” he let out a pitiful laugh, turning around to lean his backside on the counter and crossing his arms over his chest. “You lot kept me alive.” he continued to smile. “And you also made me fall in the darkest corners of my soul.” his smile now faded. “I was trapped in that stupid cell, filled with rage and revenge and you were out there living your best lives- living your twenties how we talked about we would.” he sighed, trying not to look at you but you made him do it by standing in front of him. He wanted to continue but you already wrapped your arms around his neck and squeezed him tight. He let go of his arm hold and wrapped his arms around your torso, sighing and nuzzling close into your neck. 

“Should we go for a walk?” you whispered into his shoulder and he gently pulled away, looking down into your eyes. “To breathe- to clear your head?” you smiled but he only moved away and moved his head sideways as a no. 

“I don’t really want to.” he walked towards the fridge to get some milk. “Plus everybody would recognise me.”

“I know this path in the back- it’s really nice and brings a lot of solitude. It’s quite enchanted now that it’s all covered in a white coat.” 

But that didn’t convince him. 

“I don’t really want the cold.” he poured the milk into a cup and put the cup into microwave.

“Why don’t you just heat it on the stove? It’s faster.” you judged immediately.

“It’s faster in the microwave.”

“It’s faster on the stove.” 

“But the milk gets all burnt on the bottom.”

“You pour a bit of water on the bottom.”

“Too much work.” 

“You’re too much work.” you now bickered and he laughed. “Anyways, it’s snowing and you just put the jacket on- come on.”

“No jacket would be enough to keep me warm- even if I turned into a bear- I won’t.” he stood next to the microwave, crossing his arms again and you mimicking him. 

“You’ve been stuck in here for too long. Don’t be a lazy sod and go for a walk.” 

“No.”

“What do you mean no? Are you afraid of little snowflake?” you started to tease. “Will it wet your perfect curls? Newsflash, they’ll start to fall off soon anyway.”

“Oi! Don’t mess with receeding hairline- alright.” he started to comb his hair. “Our genes are strong.”

“Not all genes make it.”

“Oh, sod off.” he waved his hand in front of you and pulled the cup out. “You’re just jealous of it.”

“It’s overrated.” you mocked and he chuckled. 

“Come on, I’m serious.” you leaned on the counter in front of him, pleading with your eyes. “It’s just a little snow. We used to love it.”

He kept his eyes on yours and he could feel his knees giving into it more than his soul did. No... that was a lie. His soul would succumb to you, especially when you acted like that. 

Almost though. 

“It’s not the snow that bothers me.” he mumbled and walked past you, into the living room. 

Again, you followed him. “Then what is it?” 

You couldn’t figure it out. Nothing really happened. James and Lily died on the end of October and nobody’s birthday was in January that you know of... so what is it.

“I just don’t like the cold.” he sat down and turned on the TV, sipping on his choco.

“It’s not even that cold. It’s barely 8 degrees. It’s not even on zero.” you rolled your eyes and sat down beside him. 

“If you want to go, then go. I’m not.” he started to speak with a sharper tone.

You sat there, speechless. You really didn’t understand this man. You knew he wasn’t the same man as he was 12 years ago but there was something in Sirius that always screamed adventure. He wasn’t an introvert and he wasn’t the one that would hate to go outside. If you could find him anywhere in Hogwarts, it was definitely outside. So it made you sad to see him like this. See somebody so down... but you won’t force him to go out either. It doesn’t feel right. 

“I just wanted to make you feel better.” you mumbled as you  got up and left the living room. 

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t because of all the tears that were gathering in your eyes. It felt such a big rush of emotions climbing up from the bottomless you threw them all these years ago. It felt like grief... but not for James and Lily and the other friends you lost in that war. It was for Sirius because that day, you lost him too and you felt so much love inside of you that you had nowhere to give. Yes, he was imprisoned for 12 years and he must have suffered the loss but did that mean that your problems, your grief, your importance was less worthy than his because your problems were smaller than his. You went through a lot after Sirius was imprisoned. The hours of questioning, the terror in those nights that followed, insomnia, anxiety attacks, tears of loss- losing one person by one- counting down the days of when this is all going to be over. He may have been imprisoned, far away from all of that- he didn’t get to see others slip away slowly and he didn’t have family that fought in those. 

You wiped the tears away from your eyes and washed your hands, opening the doors widely before seeing him appear in front with an apologetic look in his eyes. 

You couldn’t, however. Not when your thoughts and emotions were raging inside of you. The bells of the past rang so loudly in your head that you pushed past him and walked into your room. 

He followed. 

You couldn’t say anything. There was something squeezing your heart so tightly right now that you only faced away from him, towards the white snow in front of you, a window glass seperating the two of you. Tears wanted so badly to climb up but you fought them with all your might. He won’t see you cry. He just won’t. 

But he knew. He knew you were upset and he knew why. You could have stayed in your apartment, enjoying your normal life, going to work, watering plants if you had any, going out with your friends, working on your hobbies... and you’re throwing all that away to spend your days with him, closed up in this house and trying to give him any feeling of normal you can. Hell, he should be even thankful that you decided to speak to him. You were always the toughest in the friend group, yet somehow the most understanding one. 

“It was cold there...” he started, sitting down on your bed and watching you face him your back. “And at first I didn’t mind it. I felt like I deserved it. I felt like I killed them all.” he said. “I didn’t know what was happening outside those walls and I preffered it that way. James was dead and he was the only thing I kept thinking about. I didn’t think about Lily or Harry or anybody really. James was always so much more than my best friend and I loved him- God, I loved him... even if he was so much better than me in every possible way, I couldn’t envy him because I loved him so much. He was everything I had. His parents were gone and then he was gone and without him... I just couldn’t function properly.” he looked up at you but you didn’t move, he could only see your reflection in the mirror, looking back at him. “And at first, the revenge, the fury inside of me was keeping me warm so the cold didn’t really matter but when that faded away, I could feel my toes freeze up. I walked up and down the cell, every day. Eight thousand steps every day... a few jumping jacks to get my blood pumping if I had any energy inside me left but it only lasted around 20 minutes. Then cold hit... again.” he said and suddenly, he could feel you sit beside him and the way your cherry blossom lotion made its way into his nostrils. 

He didn’t dare to look at you. Not now when he was so vulnerable. The only thing he could do was look at your hand and wanting its warm touch to give him comfort as it always did... but it didn’t. It was just there... in his vision... so far away. Touch his arm, his thigh, his hair... anything- he wants it so badly when all his emotions are in chaos. 

He looked away, gathering his thoughts. “I could deal with Dementors for a while as well but that didn’t last either. There were some days, months even, especially in the winter when the food was hard, tasteless and... well, cold... not much of it either. I started to lose my energy to do those walks or jumping jacks or to move a muscle. I laid there on that bed and tried to warm myself with all the clothes and blankets I could muster. I was weak and Dementors... it’s like they smell you and he came and I was sleeping when I felt it. I was so confused and-and-” he lost his train of thoughts as his eyes moved left and right on the ground as if he still couldn’t believe he let himself get caught like that. 

Then there it was. That warmth, right between his lats, down his spine to his toes and up to his arms. It was like a relief and he could finally look at you, looking back at him with tear-filled eyes and a comforting smile- the one that he adored so much. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” you said and he smiled, tears dripping down as he grabbed your face between his palm and leaned his forehead on yours. 

“Oh, no!” he smiled so brightly and looking at you. “I want to tell you what I did next.” he said and put your hands into his, kissing the top of it and making you smile. “When you want a Dementor to leave you alone, you had to think of your happy memories and if I tried to think of James, I could only think of the grief and the pain his death left on me. And I thought so hard to think of something happy and I thought of you.” he leaned his chin on top of your hands and watched you with a smile, eyes gilstening from all the tears that continued to fall. He was in too deep now. “Whenever you walked into the room it was always lighter, wasn’t it? Everybody loved you and the way you bickered with James- it was the most funniest thing in the world. He simply adored you though- everybody did because you were this light in everybody’s lives. People came to you like magnets and you sort of ran away from them sometimes.” he laughed and you laughed with him. 

“It was a gift I didn’t really like.” 

“But you accepted them anyway.” he continued. “And besides James, you were the only one that could make me say things out loud- whenever I had any girl problems or army- I could tell you the most random things I thought in the middle of the day because you were so easy to talk to- so accepting of everybody and everything but you still had your boundaries. You were the one people came to when they needed something because no matter what, you had it and you didn’t judge us for it. And I remembered that day we got wasted with Remus in our room and you would lay down on me like you do, look at me with your eyes and I would just fall in love all over again with you- every time. That day and the day you looked at me in your black skirt and white shirt underneath the blazer. And another day when you would just lay your head on my shoulder and I would tell you to sod off but when you did it, it was the best thing.” you laughed a bit because you knew it was true. You liked to flirt with all the boys in the friend group but it was always innocent, except with Sirius because he was the one that was always single and the two of you would always mess around. You knew the two of you liked each other but it never felt right at the time. 

“You fancied me.” you gooed at him and he smiled. 

“I still do.” he brought your hands closer to his chest. “Back then it really felt like a casual fancy but the dementor left and I could find myself on the ground smiling at the memory of you- then it hit me. I need to know what happened to you and there was nobody there to tell me what- so I stayed hopeful that please, not you. And it was a horrible thought to have but I prayed and I wished that if I ever get out of here, you would still be alive.”

“And I am.” you smiled. 

“You are. It was one of the first things I checked before I ran for Harry.” he laughed, thinking back. “You were out with a friend and laughing so much with her- and she was quite funny.”

“You stalker.” you fooled around and he laughed. 

“I was for a bit but I couldn’t face you back then... and I couldn’t face cold again because I spend 12 years in that tempeture, shivering and surviving- felt as if it was the second version of Hell nobody mentioned before... and every winter since I just... I can’t face it.” 

You watched his head fall back down and you knew you had to understand him... but you also understood fear and fear was not real. 

“You’re not there anymore.” you said. “You’re here and if you continue to think that this cold is the same cold as it was in Azkaban, then you are still stuck there.” you continued as he watched. “And I’m here... not Dementors or any other prisoner- me.” it was your turn to place your palms underneath hsi jaw and scrunch your nose. “And my torture is different. I can bring you out and shove your face into the snow just like I did every time.”

“No you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did.”

“No, James shoved your face into the snow.”

“That’s debatable. It has been a long time, your memory must be foggy.”

“I think I can remember (y/n) the Snowman.”

“Turning mean now, aren’t we?” 

He only laughed. 

“And you know what... if you get cold I’ll be right there to bring you back into your warm home.” 

He smiled, seeing so much of you in this entire moment that the two of you shared and it clicked, just like it clicked all these years before... “I think you are my warm home.”

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

hi i am re-entering into my outsiders era a bit so i have a lil request - the gang being friends w an art kid? like drawing and painting and sculpting and stuff

The boys with an art kid reader

A/N: i know the second req said hcs but i really wanted to write a little piece for this! also i’m in that mid-year phase where i want it to be christmas already so this is set at christmas. Y/N and Two-Bit are a bit of a thing cause i love two bit and i wanna write cute things with him so shush

Tags: fluff

Warnings: none!

It was Christmas eve at the Curtis house, the gang had a tradition of doing their gift-giving then rather than Christmas day so everyone could spend the day with their families, though they normally met up later in the day anyway. “Woah Y/N this is amazing!” ponyboy stared in awe of the bookmark y/n made for him with a sunset painted on it with watercolour. “I’m glad you like it.” Y/N gave Pony a warm smile and handed a bigger package to Darry. He opened it and smiled to himself. “A new baking bowl! just what i needed!” Soda laughed. “Grandma Dar and his baking.” Darry set the bowl down carefully far away from them so it wouldn’t get broken before pulling Sodapop into a headlock. “i won’t make you cookies no more then, see how you like that!” The two wrestled on the ground before Soda gave up. Y/N laughed and handed presents to the rest of the gang.

Johnny gasped when he opened his present. Dally looked over at him and could’ve sworn he was close to tears. “Y/N this is beautiful.” He looked at the small piece of paper in his hand. it was a pencil drawing of all the gang together, it was small enough to fit into a wallet, which y/n knew johnny carried around because all the gang had pitched in to buy it for his birthday. Y/N smiled but was interrupted before they could say anything by soda stomping his feet. Y/N had made him a watercolour painting of a horse, he recognised who it was right away. it was his horse, mickey mouse. “Y/N how did you get this!!” He was also close to tears but he was smiling from ear to ear. “well it’s a long story, yknow the way my parents own a ranch? well they somehow knew who bought mickey mouse all those years ago and i got in contact with them. i went to their ranch about 4 hours drive away. obviously i didn’t have the money to buy him off the rancher but i got a picture and painted it, that way you’ll always have him.” Y/N smiled. in reality mickey mouse had died about two years ago and that was just a picture the farmer had but Sodapop didn’t have to know that.

Dally opened his gift. “what is it?” Dally looked confused. Y/N laughed. “They’re fingerless gloves, crocheted. that way your hands might be slightly warmer than ice like they normally are, but you can still have full use of your hands cause let’s be honest the fingers are always annoying in gloves.” Dally smiled, he’d never admit it, but he appreciated the thought. “Y/N! This is so cool!” Y/N looked at him and smiled. Steve held up a sleeveless denim jacket with the back panel painted black with “you can’t handle the randle” painted on in big red letters and fire painted at the bottom. The front had little embroideries on it too. all things that meant something to Steve. “Glad you like it!”

“You’re so talented Y/N! But uh- where’s my present?” Two-Bit chuckled, he’d been surprisingly quiet up until now. Y/N gasped “Oh shit. i forgot your present.” They laughed about it and Y/N promised to give it to him the next day. After a while Two-Bit went out to the front porch to smoke a cigarette and Y/N followed him a few minutes later. Once they knew the two of them were alone they turned to Two-Bit. “I didn’t forget your present, i just wanted to give it to you away from the others.” They pulled a small box out of their pocket. it had red wrapping paper and black ribbon on it. Two-Bit took it from them and opened it carefully. Inside was a ring with ‘i love you’ engraved on the inside. On the outside intricate patterns were also engraved, but it didn’t look too busy or cluttered, just pretty and detailed. “i didn’t make this one, but i designed it” Two-Bit put it on and when he rubbed his thumb along the surface he realised it could spin. he played with it for a moment before Y/N spoke again. “it helps to calm you down or distract you when, y’know-” Two-Bit nodded. Y/N knew he struggled with anxiety, all the gang did to a degree, but he had it the worst by far. “it’s beautiful darlin, it really is. Thank you.” Two-Bit hugged Y/N before looking around to see if anyone was there. when he was sure there wasn’t he gave them a quick kiss. none of the boys knew about the two of them, and they don’t want any of them finding out this way. “Happy christmas my love.” Y/N whispered. “Happy christmas.” Two replied, smiling to himself.

[rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me]

i love to imagine the boys with a friend who’s parents own a ranch, or just being on a ranch. it feels like it’d be adorable chaos.

Dally is afraid of horses. he can’t stand them BUT cause he always wants to seem all tough and cool and whatever he always helps feed the cattle (which happens to be at the top of a field and you can only take the horses there. over time he warms up to the horse he normally takes and after a while you can see him just riding it around the ranch for fun. he’s still afraid of all other horses though

Darry would do anything that needs strength of course, like carrying feed bags n stuff. he’d be great help. he’d also probably make snacks for everyone at least 4 times a week. darry just loves to bake ok? leave him be.

Two-Bit is probably my favourite. he doesn’t mind horses and will go out to the stables every once in a while, he likes to brush them and braid their manes. his favourite are the dogs though, im imagining you have maybe 3 dogs? something like a collie, working dogs yk? either way you can find two running around with them, then lying in the grass while they attack him with hugs n stuff. UGH I CANT TWO IS SO ADORABLE.

you won’t see soda during a day at the ranch. the first day he was there he claimed a horse and every time he’s there now him and this horse spend the day together. he takes it out on a walk or whatever it’s called, brushes it and feeds it a few sugar lumps. at the end of the day don’t be surprised to find them in some field asleep, both of them, soda probably uses the horse as a pillow.

Ponyboy isn’t a big fan of being out on the ranch all day but he won’t mind it so much if there’s a big tree somewhere. he’ll sit under it and read a book or he’ll paint the view. he enjoys that more than the being out doing work or being out on the horses. though he might pop into the stables to draw some of the horses, maybe to a field to draw the cows too.

Steve spends the day on the tractor or something. need the grass cut? steve’s on it! need a field ploughed? steve does that too. Need to bring some feed up to the cattle really far away? you guessed it, steve! he just loves driving, but i do think he’d spend some time with two and the dogs, as well as some time with the cattle. i feel like if it was the time of year where there’s some calves on the ranch he’d be out there, and he’s really gentle with them too which shocks most people since he’s so energetic.

and johnny,, i’m sorry i can never think of anything for johnny i just don’t really like him 😭 but he and pony would be similar, he’d sit under a tree and watch everyone, or maybe he’d be trying to figure out a book. i think that if you asked for a hand with anything he’d be on the job though. maybe he’d make y’all some lemonade if it’s a hot summer day, you never know.

i have a lot of thoughts and i just love them.

If there’s one thing I’m passionate about, it’s cowboys and ranching. Take a seat, get a drink. This is gonna take a while

Dally’s problem with the horses is that his cool, tough guy act doesn’t work with them. They don’t care who he thinks he is, they’re just horses and they act how they wanna act. This man makes friends with one horse, totally horse girl style. It’s gonna be that one trouble horse that nobody else could bond with. Dal gets to where he can feed that horse sugar cubes out of his hand and the horse chews on his sleeves. Anyone else gets close to that horse? They’re gonna get kicked to kingdom come. But not Dal. He likes the cows. Will not offer to help milk if that needs to be done, but is willing to feed and likes to pat their heads, right between their ears

I just wanna say, I regularly carry 50lb bags of chicken feed by myself and those suckers are awkward to carry. If you lug feed, you’re strong. Also. DARRY IN A COWBOY HAT. DARRY IN A COWBOY HAT. He’s the most helpful around the ranch, honestly. Does most of the cooking. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He’s up with the sun and likes to stand on the porch with a cup of coffee and watch the cattle move around the fields. Listen, that man could bake for me any day. I’d buy him anything he wanted if it meant a chocolate cake waiting for me at the end of the day-

Two-Bit is my favorite and you’re literally so right. He’s into the horses, but he hates sitting in the saddle all day long. He’ll do tack though! Loves to saddle them up and kiss their noses as he slips the bridles over their faces. I freaking love farm dogs. He’d go nuts over a heterochromatic-eyed collie or one of those big mastiffs. Especially one of those cattle dogs. Aussie cattle dog? They’d be besties. They’d roll around in the grass all day and trail after him when he comes out to work during the day. He’s a big fan of the cows too, especially the little ones. The thought of him carrying around newborn calves is swimming around in my brain-

Sodapop does nothing but horses all day long. I don’t know if you know it, but that picture of the guy asleep with a cow and the cow has its head on the boy’s chest? That’s Soda and his horse. They’re inseparable and they do some crazy things. Sodapop dotes on that horse like it’s his baby. He leaves early to take the horse out, comes in late cause he was finishing with brushing out his horse. When he talks, it’s about the horses. He’s a horse girl and that’s it, y’know? He’s living his best life on a ranch! Maybe not as into the cows, but when he’s not with the horses, he’s hanging around Steve

Ponyboy doesn’t like the cows, doesn’t like the horses. Two’s got the dogs, so there’s not a lot left for Ponyboy. Yeah!! He sits under a tree, perches on a fence and watches the ranch. He reads most of the time, hiding in the shade and from whatever work someone’s gonna make him do. He makes a few pictures, Soda with his horse, Two-Bit under the squirming dogs, Steve on the tractor. They find themselves pinned up to the fridge for everyone to admire. He’s got a real touch for the horses though? He’s good at calming them? But he just doesn’t like them too much-

The ranch is the perfect place for Steve because the ranch allows for endless tinkering and fooling around with machinery. Boyo loves the tractor. He comes in to mealtimes, smeared in grease and grime. You’re constantly having to remind him to wash up before he takes a seat at the table. He likes the dogs! Probably befriends one of them and brags to Two-Bit that the dog likes him better. And, ugh, yes. Him and the calves. He’s really good at bottle feeding the ones who need to be. He’s got callouses, but he’s got the most gentle touch and honestly I want to kiss him so badly it hurts.

Johnny likes the horses, but most of the time, he’d rather hang out under a tree with Ponyboy and listen to the youngest Curtis read a book. He’ll do horse tack I think, but he’d rather watch them. Like Dallas, he’s a little afraid of the big animals, but won’t admit it. He likes the little dogs and the little calves and foals and stuff. Doesn’t like doing cattle runs. Will help though! Likes to help around the house and with the chores. I can totally see him sitting on the porch, watching a sunset and just letting it soak into his bones. There’s something about country sunsets, dude. Defo the lemonade maker though, defo on the lemonade.

[twisted-confessions]

I'M GOING TO CRY IM TEARING UP RIGHT NOW HOLY FUCK THANK YOU YOUR RANT IS SO SWEET AND BELLA LOOKS SO FANTASTIC!!!!

Now to properly reply to each part lol

Omlll I'm so shocked that people can recognise my twst account now, this is INSANE!!! I'm so glad you and so many others have liked my Nani idea!!! YES YES YES @boopshoops IS SUCH A COOL ARTIST I LOVE EVERYTHING SHE DOES!!! I met her through our gimmick blog server and found out she made the Twst comic with Yuu Shi and my jaw dropped, especially when she agreed to help me out with designing Bella! Oml, it honours me so much that you were going to draw her beforehand I could cry, Bella is such a special OC to me and the fact she's been getting so much love in the twst community more than any other OC i've ever made just absolutely warms my heart, i feel like crying again. I understand getting scared of someone elses art and panicking whenever they interact with you lol, i have the same kinda reaction whenever I edit cards of Twst artists I admire.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT!!! She turned out so well in your style and I'll instantly be adding your art into my folder of reference for her!! I also love Hiccup and Toothless lol, I really liked the idea of bringing the big scaley boi over to Twst and just terrorizing everyone there with her lmao. Thank you so much, I love how well she turned out, Shoopy did a fantastic job.

OOOH THATS SUCH A GOOD POSE!!! Really helps show how awkward Bella can be and how the two are related lol. Despite how confident she looks in Shoopy's style, she's just as self-conscious as her brother heheh.

OMGGGGG THE FRANGIPANI FLOWERS!!! Irl, frangipanis are my all time favourite flower, that's such a cute little detail for her outfit! The pony tail looks great!! If i would change anything about it, it would be giving her the Pre-Book 5 hairstyle since I'll be putting the Stitch Event for her AU before Book 4 but it looks so nice regardless!! The skirt and shorts are such a good touch, I feel like Bella would be embarrassed to show off so much skin and exposing her leg/scars from over the years for the first time since she's always worn long clothing all her life so the longer shorts are very in character for her <3. (Speaking of this event, in my AU Stitch 100% comes with Bella and her bois back to Ramshackle HE'S STAYING IN THE STORY BECAUSE I LOVE HIM AND NO OTHER REASON WHY HE'S NOW HER SECOND ADOPTED LITTLE MONSTER SON AND GRIM AND STITCH ARE GONNA TEAR THE SCHOOL DOWN FOR FOOD!!!)

AGCAKAK THE TOOTHLESS SCALE NECKLACE IS SO CUTE TO THINK ABOUT I LOVE IT!!!!! When Shoopy first added the green leaf accessory to her hair, it reminded me of Jack Sparrow's hair beads for some reason so I suggested adding two black Night Fury Scales to the end of it to match her braids!! The scales are taken from both Toothless and Hiccup's Night Fury, Thor, so she can always keep them with her, just like how she has her family's hair braided in her own. And in HTTYD 3, it's said that dragons actually shed a lot which is how they made their armour! I like to think the Book Magic took her hair accessory and changed it into a necklace with your outfit :)), and you're so right, trying to bring a dragon into a library is a terrible idea lmaooo.

I never noticed the bracelets on their outfits!! I did see the fish hook neck but I think that's more a David reference if anything (which is hilarious to think about if my Nani=Yuu idea was right lmaooo Aceyuu shippers winning thanks to Stitch-), but he definitely give Maui vibes to lmao. The little heart is perfect <3, especially cause Nani has stolen mine- SHE IS THE SURFING QUEEN!!!

Lilo and Stitch was my favourite disney movie growing up, I would watch it non-stop and the second one was so beautiful as well, I cried as a kid at the end (oh who am I kidding I still cry at that one scene-). The Pelekai family is the true definition of Found Family which I think very perfectly suits Twisted Wonderland. I hope Stitch comes back in the future for another event, I love him so much.

Bella i'd say is very much like Hiccup, just a mini-him but with powers and more easily provoked lol. A very hot-tempered girl with weapons, so just your standard scrawny Viking lol. I'm so glad you like her, anytime I get to talk to someone about Bella always makes my day :) <3 Thank YOU for accepting my request and doing such a fanastic job!! And never stop ranting, I loved reading every bit of it!!

send me your ocs to draw fan art of!!

I’m a beginner artist, (Haven’t learned much, but I’ve drawn enough that if my art was good, I’d be able to solve world hunger) willing to draw ocs for free and I won’t be amazing at it.

Im just so bored with having art block and making reference sheets for ALL my ocs.

Please! Just three!

[indigoh4ze]

use your words || t.n & d.m

warning- SMUT // face riding, blowjobs, mommy kink, d/s dynamic, a lot of praise, lmk what else

sub!draco x dom!theo x switch!fem!reader

a/n- i've never wrote for theo but this idea came to mind cuz i've been seeing alot of him sooo here it is! enjoy and send in some theo requests if you have any. also i tagged my draco taglist for now since i only just added theo

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looking to your right, draco’s feet were draped over the arm of the couch, his head on your lap like your thighs were his own personal cushions.

theo, who sat on the left, was playing with the strings of his joggers mindlessly, and your head laid limp against his shoulder, fingers raking through the blond hair on your lap.

draco was beginning to get whiny, squirming as he turned to nose at your thighs, almost hitting your crotch- causing you to tense mildly and inhale sharply.

“dray, y’alright?” you questioned with a knowing gaze, coaxing him to look at you, which he did, though a pout was drawn onto his lips.

“wanna go t’bed, mommy,” theo now put his attention on draco, cocking his head and scanning his eyes over the boys state, a mess with glossy eyes and flushed cheeks.

you looked over at theo for permission, wasting no time in bringing draco to his feet with the gentle touch of your hand on his bicep. once you all made your way over to draco’s private dorm, theo guided the both of you to the unmade bed.

draco immediately found shelter by your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving wet kisses along your jawline, pulling quiet and breathy moans from your throat.

“how about you tell mommy what you want, dray, use your words like a good boy,” theo gently purred, now squatted in front of draco, two hands placed soundly on the boys knees, the pad of his thumb soothing circles.

draco seemed to hesitate, awfully flushed in this headspace, distracted by the intense whirling in his core. “w-wanna feel good,” he mumbled, though he was nudging so close to you that his words came out muffled.

it took theos strong grip on his jaw to steer him away from you, and you placed a hand on his thigh to relax his nerves. “c’mon now, be a good boy and then we can help you, alright?”

nodding, draco slowly parted his lips, “want you to touch me, please?”

“with what, baby?” now it was your turn to question, and draco looked up at you, gulping.

“dunno, mommy.”

but it was evident he did know, because he looked down and bit his lip, feeling even more nervous as all the eye were on him.

so you ran tender fingers through his hair and placed a kiss on his cheek, bringing him to lay back. the boy followed without question, then scrambled to meet your requests of discarding his shirt.

theo stood, doing the same and then moving onto his buckle, the metal clacking together and filling both you and draco with suspense of what’s to come.

“doll, wanna be a good girl and get on your knees?” theo insisted, and you practically fell to the floor, urgently doing as he asked, in return gaining a proud smile from the boy.

the brunet walked over, stroking a piece of hair behind your ears and then looking back at draco, who was sat up on his elbows and awaiting attention. “dray, how about you ask nicely, and y/n/n will make you feel really good?”

“p-please, wanna feel your mouth around my cock, waited all day f’you, please?” draco hastily blurted, a glimmer of lust molded into his gray eyes.

“good boy,” with the praise, draco’s heart swelled, and theo leaned down, tilting the boys chin up and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. draco melted into the kiss, desperately using his tongue and making theo grin slightly into the kiss before moving away.

you were simply watching from your knees, a pout constructing its way onto your lips at the lack of attention. as if reading your mind, theo spoke, “go on, bunny, suck him off like a good girl and then i’ll make that little ache in your tummy go away, how does that sound?” his soft spoken words and vibrant visage had you nodding eagerly. as a reward for your obedience, theo mirrored his previous actions, leaving a kiss on your lips and pecking them once more for extra effect.

theo aides draco in taking off his undergarments, and now it was your turn to comply to theos requests, signaling draco to move closer to the edge of the bed so you could get the perfect angle of his cock from your kneeled position. he was gripping the silk sheets with a strong hand, watching the way you took his cock in your hand and began to set a rhythm around it. your simple actions drew soft whimpers from the boy, and theo watched from where he was leaning against the wall, cock straining against the material of his boxers.

“does that feel good, dray?” you inquired, and draco nodded quickly.

“words, dray,” theo reminded the boy from the side.

“y-yeah, feels really g-good mommy,” his sentence ended with a yelp as you brought the tip of his cock between your lips, the warm muscle stroking it before fully submerging it inside the warmth of your mouth.

draco released a lewd moan, and in the corner of your eye you saw the licentious smirk drawn on theos lips, which had your cunt throbbing through your panties even more. the boy in front of you had his eyes closed, though he couldn’t keep them shut for long as he wanted to watch how well you took him.

pre-cum dribbled from his tip, and you gagged lightly around him as theo padded over to assist you - holding back your hair in a makeshift pony tail and guiding your head so his cock slid gingerly through your swollen lips. a few bucks of his hips was all it took for him to become a moaning mess, whines spilling freely off his tongue with less shame, eyes unable to keep off the sight of theos lips attaching themselves to the flesh behind your ear every now and then.

soon, draco was emptying inside your mouth, cock driving into you one last time before he dissolved into pleasure. you dragged the climax out as long as you could before gasping for air, licking your lips and lulling your tongue out for theo to show him you swallowed everything.

theo gave you a pleased smile and an affectionate kiss on your temple before standing to sit by draco. “feelin’ better?” theo queried with a lopsided grin.

“much,” draco nodded, kissing theos cheek and then looking down at you. “thank you, mommy.”

“of course, love,” you were standing now, giving the silver haired boy a kiss and then looking at theo expectantly.

“i want you to ride my face now, angel, sound good?”

��yes please.” you said with eager eyes.

“good,” theo breathily chuckled, “and draco, you’re gonna be a good boy and suck me off, yeah?”

once draco had responded with just as much eagerness- enthusiastic at any chance to pleasure his boyfriend- it had begun.

theo’s on his back, your flimsy panties discarded along with your shirt, and draco between theos legs and in front of his now exposed cock. slight hesitation came over you before you managed to maneuver yourself above theo’s face. the heat of his breath fanned against your cunt and you shivered from that alone, non stop blood rushing through your body.

finally, theo’s lips connected with your folds, already soaked from your arousal. his tongue worked deliciously against them, opening your lips and gaining access to your bundle of nerves, suctioning the nub with fervor. draco began his ministrations on theo’s cock, which had the brunet groaning into your pussy.

moans were pouring out of your mouth, fingers intertwining with the strings of hair at theo’s scalp, your free hand gripping the top of the bed frame as you slightly rolled your hips against his mouth. draco was speeding up, which meant theo was gaining more and more pleasure, resulting in you shivering from the stimulation.

“fuck— theo, right there!” you gasped as his tongue flicked the perfect spot repeatedly, swirling and sucking as wet noises echoed throughout the room, along with other sounds of groans and moans.

lifting your hips from theo’s grasp for a second, the boy peered up at you through half lidded eyes, rosy cheeks and disheveled hair making your thighs quiver. “c’mon, love, ‘m not finished tasting your sweet pussy,” he rasped, digging his fingertips into the fat of your ass before pulling you back towards him, this time not letting you escape his clutch.

theo’s tongue worked rapidly against your cunt, eventually sheathing it into your fluttering walls, and drawing a lewd whimper from the pit of your chest, “i’m coming— theo fuck, fuck please,” you were begging and blabbering as arousal dripped from your cunt and smeared itself around theo’s mouth. your orgasm took over, your body going limp as you held onto the headboard firmly and threw your head back in ecstasy.

just as you did so, draco swirled his skillful tongue around theo’s length, taking all of him and getting theo to his peak. his moans into your overworked cunt were heaven and hell, sensitivity and pleasure swirling within you as you panted above him.

eventually removing your cunt from his mouth, you sat on his bare stomach, soaking the outline of his abs with your slick, your lips puffy and achy against him.

draco lift his head up, kissing your hip from behind and then sitting up fully. theo released a sigh before sitting up, grabbing your by your underarms and pulling you down into a sloppy kiss- the taste of your juices still on his tongue- then settled you onto his chest. he outstretched an arm for draco to join- the boy crawling towards you and snuggling close to theo’s chest as well, your faces turned towards eachother.

you looked up at theo, dotting a kiss near his chin and doing the same to draco’s forehead, then settling back onto the boys comforting warmth and allowing your eyes to flutter shut from exhaustion. the last thought that went through your head before sleep fully overtook you was,

i’ll worry about the mess later.

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[ghoulangerlee]

kisses on the forehead or kisses from behind for Malex😊

so it takes me a while to write oops, but I didn't quite have inspiration but then 3x08 happened and well... y'know. I GUESS this could be considered a 3x08 coda because it takes place after The Kiss sorta. I haven't watched 3x09 yet so.

So, this is just. sweet and syrupy smut; there's both forehead kisses and kisses from behind ;;

Really though, sometimes you just wanna see Michael fucking Alex and like, write what you wanna see and all that hahaha.

Posted on tumblr bc I'm in denial that I'm writing for this fandom oop. (Side note: If you wanna support a writer I do have a ko-fi :). Please be gentle this is the first time I've written smut since like, before April this year.)

it's all under the read more because it immediately starts as smut, sorry adlkfjd.

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Michael drops a tender kiss to the back of Alex’s neck as he settles on his knees between Alex’s spread legs, one hand curled around his thigh, shifting it outward until he’s spread just so.

Alex sighs out Michael’s name, turning his head to the side so he can watch the man from the corner of his eye—the early morning light is just now coming through the slats of the blinds, peeking through the curtains and it bathes Michael in a warm glow that almost makes everything feel like a dream.

It’s not though, a dream, finally after so much time apart, he—they can have this again, but slower now, less of a crash landing and more like coming home.

“This comfortable?” Michael’s voice is barely above a whisper, his words spoke into the soft skin behind Alex’s ear as he settles his weight down onto Alex.

A hum forces it’s way out of Alex’s throat, soft and pleased as he bends his other knee a little, using the leverage to push back against Michael, feeling where the other man is hard and ready, “S’good,” he finally manages, the words thick in his mouth, syrupy.

A soft hiss falls from Michael’s lips, the rush of cool air against Alex’s skin making him shudder, already so over sensitive from the soft, careful touches that Michael had woken him up with that morning. “I think we can make it better than just good,” he whispers, pressing another kiss behind Alex’s ear, “You up for it?”

Alex snorts softly, reaching back to halfheartedly swat at Michael’s side, the early morning must be getting to him, the new vulnerability of the two of them being together make Alex a little sentimental, a little honest, and before he can stop himself—“I’d been hoping for something like this for longer than I’d been willing to admit to myself.” He admits, voice quiet but clear, “I couldn’t dare to hope and now…”

Though he trails off, Michael seems to understand the implication as he shifts to the side, just enough to make the next kiss land somewhere near Alex’s lips, and when Alex turns his head just right, he catches Michael’s mouth in a kiss so sweet and slow that Michael’s weight presses him down more into the bed as a warm hand curls around his jaw, taking some of the strain off, holding him there for several long moments.

Distantly, Alex realizes that it’s Michael’s left hand, something that was once a reminder that what they had couldn’t be anything beyond a secret somewhere in the desert, but now—there’s no bandana wrapped around his hand anymore, there hasn’t been last night when Michael kissed him at the Pony, either, and something releases in his chest, something warm and happy—love.

“Michael,” Alex murmurs when they finally break apart, “Michael, I need—”

Michael’s lips press against Alex’s temple, “I’ve got you,” he whispers, dropping another kiss to his hairline before he pulls back, grabbing for the lube he’d tucked under his shin earlier, trying to warm it.

He smooths a hand down Alex’s back, shushing him softly when he makes a noise of discontent, “I’m not going nowhere,” he promises, voice low and full of intent, “Finally got you where I want you and I plan to take advantage of it.”

As he speaks, he’s squeezing lube onto his fingers, spreading it slowly as he closes the cap and drops it back down to bed, “Easy now,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Alex’s shoulder blade as he presses a finger into him slowly.

“Michael,” Alex breathes out then, at the careful, gentle touch, slow and easy like they’ve got all the time in the—

Oh. He realizes as Michael’s finger slides in deeper, they do have time now, they can afford themselves this luxury of taking things slow, of exploring each other and relearning everything that drives the other crazy.

“Michael,” he says again, clenching his fingers in the sheets, pressing his forehead against his wrist as he squeezes his eyes shut at the sudden onslaught of emotion that seizes him.

It’s new and he thinks, briefly that he might be moving way too fast in the grand scheme of things but this is what love feels like. This is what loving Michael Guerin is supposed to be.

Michael presses a kiss to Alex’s shoulder, “You still with me?” he murmurs, curling his finger in a way that has Alex gasping and shifting under him. “Seems like you’re thinking too hard for what’s going on right now.” He whispers the words into Alex’s skin, and Alex can feel the curl of his lips as he says it, playful and teasing.

“Thinking about you,” Alex manages, the words muffled into the skin of his wrist, “Always thinking about you.”

Michael hums at that, and Alex hears the click of the lube cap again before another finger presses inside him, the suddenness causing him to gasp, “I’m right here, baby,” he says, voice filled with soft amusement, “Don’t have to think that hard about me.”

When Alex groans this time, it’s mostly out of exasperation, “Michael,” he says, “Don’t be a dick.”

Michael laughs then, leaning over to press a kiss to Alex’s temple, “Darlin’,” he coos, “I’m just teasing you, helping you relax a little,” he murmurs, “Tryin’ not to blow my load while I finger you, baby. Thinkin’ about how after all this time, it finally feels like I’ve come home.”

“Jesus,” Alex groans, “I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that,” he says, with the slightest hint of desperation in his voice.

Michael hums, pressing another kiss to Alex’s temple, “Think you can handle another?”

“Could probably take you now,” Alex murmurs, shifting under Michael again, a little in impatience, a little to get friction against his dick, “Didn’t want to come across as too easy or too much so soon, but—”

Michael shushes him again, “I’ve always liked how easy you get for me,” he whispers into Alex’s ear, “How much you wanted to be with me back then. Always eager to get your hands on me, always wanting mine on you…” he smiles when he feels Alex shiver, “It’s okay to want things, and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you get them.”

Alex makes a punched out sort of noise, “I want to feel you,” he admits quietly, shifting under Michael again, “Next time, we can go slower, you can draw it out for hours if you want, I just…”

“I’m going to hold you to that offer for next time,” Michael murmurs with a smile, “I’d love to get you all desperate and eager for me, keep you like this for however long I want,” he presses a kiss to Alex’s temple, then cheek, then jaw, “But this time, we’ve both wanted this for so long, I’d be a fool to draw it out for much longer.”

Alex makes some sort of noise in agreement and within the next few minutes, Michael is carefully sliding his fingers out of Alex, pressing a lingering kiss to the center of his back before the weight disappears—

Before he can think too much, before his lust addled mind can protest, Michael’s back, and suddenly, Alex’s need to see Michael kicks his hard in the ribs, “Michael, Michael,” he says, and his voice sounds strange to his own ears, “Michael, I want to see you, please.”

Michael’s weight disappears for a moment, and then his hands, warm and only the slightest bit sticky from lube are on his sides, helping him roll over until he’s spread out almost in the center of the bed, staring up at Michael with flushed cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“There you are,” Michael says with a warm smile, settling between Alex’s spread legs, his palms resting against Alex’s inner thighs now, pushing outward just enough for Alex to feel the stretch of it, “Like this?”

Alex nods, pushing himself up with one hand so he can curl his other arm around Michael’s shoulders, pulling him down until their chests are pressed together, tilting his head up so he can meet Michael’s lips in a kiss—he throws every single feeling he can’t put into words into that kiss, curling his fingers into the back of Michael’s hair, tugging him closer.

Michael goes easily, one hand gently cupping Alex’s jaw to kiss him back just as sweetly.

“I love you,” Alex whispers when they part, breathing heavily, lips parted and red, tempting and Michael kisses him again, harder this time, a little more desperate.

Michael pulls away moments later, resting their foreheads together, “I love you too,” he whispers into the space between their lips.

Alex smiles up at him, his cheeks flushed, eyes bright and happy and Michael makes a soft noise, “Jesus, Manes, you’re going to kill me.”

“Only in good ways, I hope,” Alex says, running his fingers through Michael’s hair, “Now,” he murmurs, nudging Michael’s side with his knee, “I believe we were in the middle of something?”

Michael huffs softly, fondly, shaking his head at Alex before leaning down for another quick kiss, “You’ve got me all distracted again,” he mumbles, leaning back as Alex drops back down onto the bed, laughing softly to himself and looking so happy that Michael almost wishes he could take a picture of this moment and keep it somewhere he can look at it whenever he feels the self-doubt sink in.

“Let me distract you in other ways, then,” Alex says with a grin, finding the lube, half wedged under his thigh now, “I think you know what to do from here, right?” he asks, tilting his head in question.

Michael shakes his head, laughs and takes the lube from Alex, shifting closer as he squeezes some lube into his palm, “You’re the one who kept distracting me,” he says, hissing softly as he takes himself in hand.

Alex bites his lower lip as he watches Michael touch himself, “Uh huh, just giving you a chance to get yourself under control so it’s not over in two minutes,” he teases, raising an eyebrow at Michael when he looks up, “Now come on,” he says, somewhat impatiently. “I need you, Michael.”

Michael huffs softly, uses the hand already around his dick to steady it as he pulls Alex’s hips further into his lap, pressing the head teasingly against where Alex wants him the most—he waits, listens to the hitch in Alex’s breath before he pushes inside, slow.

It’s incredible, like coming home all over again and something that now Michael’s sure he could never live without.

Alex’s hands grab for Michael’s biceps, head pushing back against the bed as he moans, half Michael’s name, half gibberish, curling one leg around Michael’s lower back, trying to pull him closer.

“I’ve got you,” Michael whispers, breathless, leaning close to press kisses along the curve of Alex’s jaw, “I’ve got you baby,” he repeats, feeling one of Alex’s hands come up to cup the back of his neck, holding him close, “Fuck, you feel amazing, so good for me, Alex.”

Alex makes a soft noise, shifting his hips further into Michael’s lap, “I missed this,” he admits with a sigh, sliding his palm up Michael’s arm, across his shoulder, “Missed us being together like this, feeling you like this.” He tilts his head, catching Michael’s lips in a sweet kiss. “You can move,” he murmurs into it. “I’m ready.”

The first several thrusts are slow, a little shaky, as if Michael can’t seem to believe he’s actually allowed to have this again, that this isn’t a dream, that Alex is here and real under him, whispering soft words of pleasure against his mouth.

Michael rests his forehead against Alex’s shoulder and Alex’s arms come around him, holding onto him as each near breathless affirmation grows in volume, Alex’s hands petting along his upper back, nails scratching against skin so gentle that Michael almost wants to cry—

“Faster,” Alex murmurs into Michael’s ear, palms spreading out against Michael’s skin as he digs his heel into Michael’s lower back, “Wanna feel it, Michael,” he whispers, “Wanna feel you all day, wanna remember this when I’m alone,” he drags his nails lightly up the center of Michael’s back, feeling him shudder under his touch, feels his hips quicken, feels the way Michael grabs him with both hands, hitching him higher into his lap, “That’s it—”

Michael makes a noise, something low and guttural as he pulls back from Alex’s shoulder, his lips finding Alex’s in a desperate kiss; deepening it almost immediately in a way that has Alex groaning into it, digging his nails harshly into Michael’s back.

“Gonna make you come first,” Michael mumbles as he pulls away, “Touch yourself for me, show me how good I’m making you feel, baby.” He brushes his nose gently against Alex’s before he’s glancing between them, watching Alex wrap a hand around himself, trying desperately to keep up with the quick pace Michael’s set.

It doesn’t take long after that, never takes long when they really get into it, Alex realizes somewhere distantly, they’d always been compatible sexually, everything about it explosive and mind blowing no matter the situation—but now, with Michael pressing kiss after kiss to every inch of exposed skin he can reach, with Michael whispering soft words against his shoulder, his chest, fucking into him just right, Alex can’t help himself—he gasps Michael’s name, long and low as he arches, feels Michael’s hand cover his as he comes, and together they stroke him through it until he’s sensitive and gasping, nudging their hands away with a shudder of almost too much.

Alex pulls him into another kiss, mostly gasping against Michael’s mouth, quietly urging Michael to keep moving, to keep going; half words of love and praise fall from his lips as Michael breaks away from the kiss, resting his forehead against Alex’s shoulder again, holding his hips tight enough to leave behind bruises and—fuck what a thought that is, and if Alex could get hard again, he probably would, at the thought of Michael marking him in a way that no one could see but the both of them would know.

“Come, Michael,” Alex whispers, tangling his fingers in Michael’s hair, giving it a light tug, turning his head to press a wet kiss to his temple, “Come for me, baby, let me feel you,” he murmurs, wrapping his free arm around Michael’s shoulders, holding onto him tight even as the shocks of overstimulation become just on the side of too much—he gasps when Michael’s teeth close over his skin, right on the curve of his shoulder and with one more good tug of his hair, Michael’s swearing softly into his skin, hips moving in quick, short thrusts as if he can’t help it.

Alex feels the warmth, the way Michael’s thrusts taper off until he’s pressed as close to Alex as he can, buried deep inside him, gasping wetly against his shoulder as he comes down from his high, Alex’s hands gentle now, one petting over his sweaty back, the other gently scratching Michael’s scalp.

“Fuck,” Michael eventually mutters, pulling back so he can look down at Alex, “We’ve still got it, huh?” he asks, face adorably flushed, looking completely fucked out as Alex feels and Alex laughs, gently pulling Michael down into another kiss.

Michael goes to pull back, to separate them, to clean up, but Alex just makes an impatient noise against his mouth, tugging him deeper into the kiss, into his embrace, until Michael’s weight is resting fully on Alex, pressing him down into the bed.

When they finally do separate, Alex laughs a little, brushing Michael’s hair back from his face, “I know we should clean up, maybe get breakfast, but I kind of want you right here for a little bit longer.” He admits softly, framing Michael’s face with his hands. “We have a lot to do still and I’m not ready for this to end just yet.”

“The afterglow?” Michael asks, leaning into Alex’s touch, eyes fluttering closed, smiling when Alex hums in reply. “I think we can stay like this a little bit longer, don’t think the world’s gonna end just yet.

Alex glances over at the window, where the curtain’s parted just enough to let in the early morning light—and Michael huffs a little, waves his hand as the curtains close on their own, the room suddenly a little darker than before.

“Michael,” Alex says, snatching his phone out of the air from where it’s floating just beside them, “What—”

“Set an alarm, give us an hour, and then, we’ll get ready and go save the world,” Michael says, “I think we can afford that, don’t you?”

Alex looks between his phone, at the time across the screen—it’s not even nine yet, and then he looks down at Michael who’s staring up at him with such a look of love that Alex’s heart seizes in his chest, “Okay,” he finally says, “Okay, yeah,” he blindly fumbles his way through setting an alarm, tossing his phone down onto the bed when he’s done, “An hour. Breakfast then? We can go to the Crashdown, together,” he says, extra emphasis on the word together.

Michael’s smile is bright, and he leans down, presses a kiss to Alex’s mouth, “I knew I could convince you,” he says, shifting enough to rest his head on Alex’s chest, “An hour for us and then we’ll face the world together.”

[simpurnatural]

The Big Bad Pt.2

I can’t find the anon request that asked for a “Big Bad” pt. 2 but to whoever asked for it, here it is! I’d also like to thank you guys for all the recent love and support. Much appreciated loves <3

Summary: Sam comes back to check on you and give you your share of baked potatoes but the tables do indeed turn.

Click here for part one

Warden!Sam Masterlist

Warden!Sam x Prisoner!Reader, Sub!Sam, Dom!Reader

Warning ⚠️: NSFW, Smut, Cussing, Dirty-Talk, 

Any writing errors? Point them out! Love some helpful feedback! <3

You opened your eyes to the sound of your cell door opening. Sam walked in and uncuffed your wrists, tossing the chains somewhere on the floor. 

“S-sam please,” you breathed out, motioning for him to pull the vibrator out of you. The dried cum from previous overstimulated orgasms made you feel disgusting. 

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles before shoving two fingers through your folds to pull it out, a strained moan leaving your lips.

“I hate you,” you muttered, pushing yourself to stand on your feet. 

“Y/n please, you liked it just as much I did” Sam replies “Go take a shower,” he recommends “I’ll be back with your dinner,” he says before walking out. 

Your wobbly legs managed to bring you to the other corner of the room where a standing shower was. Turning the faucet and allowing the warm water embrace you. Little droplets cascading down your body as you made sure to clean every part of yourself.

After turning off the water after a final rinse, you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you. Goosebumps appeared on your skin from how cold Pandora’s Vault was. Shaking it off, you continued to dry yourself. 

Sam waltzed into you cell with a tray of baked potatoes and a fresh pair on inmate uniforms. He set the tray down on the table beside your cot not bothering to look at you.

Your brow rose “No bacon? Sour cream? Green onions?” you joked, taking in the smell. 

“Sorry, no special treatment,” Sam replied, looking up and down your partially covered up body.

“You say that but I bet you don’t fuck Dream,” you say with a smirk as he sat on your bed. 

“Of course I don’t,” he scoffs with slight eye roll “He’s the definition of crazy.” he adds as you made your way over to him. 

“Then what am I?” you ask, dropping the towel. “You could say...sexy,” you began “Captivating...” you shrugged as your sat on his lap. “A goddess?”.

You pushed him down on the cot and began undoing his belt painfully slow. Tossing every article of clothing on this man’s body over your shoulder with no second thoughts.

“You know Sammy,” you start, drawing lazily patterns on his chest “You act all high and mighty,” you point out “But aren’t so much of that now, huh?” you question, trailing hands down to his lower half.

“Holy shit just get to it,” Sam groans, you tsk at his neediness .

“Now now, be patient” you sigh, taking hold of his length in your hands. 

You were pumping his cock slowly as you kitty licked the tip. Sam threw his head back when you started licking strips up his shaft. His hands making their way into your hair once you took all of him in your mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned as you began to deep throat his cock “Just like that,” he says, thrusting in your mouth.

You straightened up immediately making Sam send you a glare “I said be patient,” you reminded.

“I’ll flip you over you right now and fuck you till see stars,” Sam threatens but you just shake your head.

“Well I wouldn’t want that-” you sigh, grabbing hold of his length once more and stroking him faster than earlier “-right?” you say, earning a moan in response. “I stand correct.”

You watched Sam’s eyes roll to the back of his head “Are you close?” you ask. he nodded his head yes as you leaned closer “Then cum...cum for me,” you moaned in his ear.

He unloaded right in your hand which you licked clean off. You now had positioned yourself over his cock. Lowering yourself onto him, allowing him to fill you up. You both moaned in unison at the feeling.

You rocked your hips, trying to find your g-spot. Once you found it, you rode him like a pony at the farm. Sam thrusted upward causing you to be filled up to the brim. 

“Tell me how good I feel around your cock,” you demanded, leaving claw-like marks on his chest.

“You feel so good with your tight pussy around me,” he replies, grabbing a hold of your hips making them snap against his. 

Your walls began to close around his cock when you felt his tip twitch and noticed how his thrusts got sloppy. The smacking of skin could’ve been heard from Dream’s cell.

“God I’m gonna-” you began.

“Me too” 

Sam gave one good thrust before you both came. You collapsed onto his chest, not bothering to pull him out. He pulled the blanket over the both of you and sighed.

“I think you’re gonna need another shower,”

[dracosaurusrex]

Hello there! I was wondering if you vould do a draco x reader headcanon in their first date on Hogsmeade? Thanks love xx

With You (Headcanon)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Genre: FLuff, and lots of it.

Hi there nonnie! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy the fluff!

It was incredibly easy to be nervous around Draco Malfoy; you’d fall apart over the smallest things

the way he ran his fingers through his hair

the way he smirks at you teasingly

his eyes softening soon after

You fully accepted yourself falling head over heels for him when you realized that the mere sight of his handwriting was enough to get you going. 

If you got nervous over all these things, what more now that you’ll be going on a date with him?

Unbeknownst to you, he felt the exact same way. Maybe even worse than you.

A softie hid under his cold-hearted mask

Saved it for you

Just for you

He thought you were brilliant.

Patient, kind, intelligent

Beautiful.

You were half-blooded, and while it bothered him at first, interacting with your infectious personality made it hard to resist the fall

It took a while to reach his good side, but you managed to do so with much persistence.

Not out of desperation or anything

Just by being yourself every time he was around

Draco found that very attractive

-🌻-

If there’s something that Narcissa taught him, it’s to never settle for less

He took that to heart with his appearance.

He wanted to look real good in front of you

He wanted to see the way your eyes would sparkle whenever they landed on him

Draco would go through all of his clothes to curate the perfect outfit for your date.

Every thing he didn’t approve of would be tossed to the ever growing mountain on top of his bed

Once satisfied, he’d take a good look in the mirror

Starts thinking up of random scenarios 

Practicing responses to things that you’d say

While doing so, his heart skips a beat at the thought of you

He wanted to make a good impression on you, because he knew what others said about him 

Notices that he hasn’t done his hair yet, and the time was drawing closer for you to meet.

Scrambles everywhere for his tie pin.

Frantically slides his ring onto his finger

Ruffles his hair until it’s parted in a fashion that has him satisfied

Meanwhile, you’re wrecked with nerves and excitement, but it isn’t as bad as Draco 

You’re more worried about what you were going to wear

Your clothing selection is pretty limited, so you go for the one you think you look the prettiest in.

You select a nice looking, cream colored, casual dress, which ends mid-thigh

Hair tied with a light green ribbon into a low pony

Light makeup

You’re satisfied with the way you look (ensuring that your opinion came first), however there’s a little bit of hope he finds you pretty

-🌻-

Draco waits for you in the courtyard, sitting on the edge of the fountain

His knee bounces up and down

Hands are clammy

Struggles to keep his heart rate normal

You take deep breaths as you make your way to meet him

Once you see the light entering from the courtyards, you place your palm over your heart. You’re about to see him in a couple of seconds.

When the sight of platinum blonde comes into view, you can’t hold in your smile any longer

He’s breathtaking

But he makes you feel under dressed

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Sports a suit like he always does

But this time it’s more...fitted

The school uniform does no justice to his broad shoulders and his lean physique NOPE

thank godric for quidditch

Shy, flirtatious smiles are shared when he sees you, and boy are you a sight for sore eyes

You might’ve felt you were underdressed, but at that point Draco was certain that you looked good in everything

Heart are aflutter

He finds it difficult to contain his smile.

It’s so obvious you’re nervous, and it makes him relieved that it isn’t just him

When you draw closer, he stands, extending his arms slightly to you.

A hug.

A hug.

A hug.

It was electrifying feeling his arms wrap around your waist for the first time

“You’re really,” he’s at a loss for words, “Wow. You look lovely.” 

It’s out of character from him, but you enjoy it thoroughly.

“You look very handsome yourself.”

Him reaching to interlock his fingers with yours

More electricity

He didn’t care if people saw, and that only reassured your feelings for him

-🌻-

Hogsmeade’s cozy atmosphere did well to nurture the events for the evening.

You two decide to test the waters throughout the course of the date

Holding hands

Him wrapping his arm around your waist as you walked 

You returning the action

Small squeezes = lots of sparks

At one point while you’re window shopping, the boy takes initiative to wrap his other arm around you, linking his hands together in front of you from behind

He props his chin on your shoulder

You feel his breath brushing your ear

Back hug, back hug, back hug

His excuse for the closeness being, “I just wanted to see what you were looking at.”

You biting your lip to suppress the smile

To his surprise, you proceed to weave your fingers into his

Relaxing in his grasp.

He likes it. A lot.

The older passersby look at you both with adoration

“It must be nice to be young.”

Blushes, blushes, blushes

Nervous laughs and even more nervous touches

-🌻-

Draco, having the moola, constantly offers to buy you everything that piques your interest

“Do you want that? I can get it for you.”

You object to it every time

“No no! It’s fine.” You say politely

Him obliging, but secretly buys it for you when your back is turned.

“Please send it to the dorms, thank you.”

You catching him, and dragging him away before he lays another galleon on the front desk

“Please don’t.” You tell the cashier

“Please do.”

“Don’t”

“Do!”

Him kissing your cheek to shut you up.

“Draco!” You cover your heated face with the hand that isn’t currently holding his arm

A smug smile plasters his face before he faces the front desk again.

“Please do.”

You pinch his side

Him removing his arm from your grasp, only to wrap it around you and squeeze your waist

Y’all are not discrete at all

Poor cashier.

-🌻-

Dinner time!

It’s here that you finally show more of your true self, slightly nervous from  the thought opening up a bit

The air is quite tense from the nervousness

Conversation is slightly strained

Draco knew he was nervous, but the scenarios in his head didn’t prepare him for the moment he’d look into your eyes

Silence looms for a moment, and it gets more awkward

Draco’s eyebrows furrow for a bit as a conflicted frown graces his lips.

You let out a small chuckle at the sight, before lifting your finger to press the space of tension settled in between his brows

“What’s the matter, Draco?”

“Are you having fun?” Your eyes widened, because you were certain you made sure that you were indeed having fun

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a while!”

And that says a lot since your vibrant personality attracts a lot of friends

"Are you?” The concern covering your features alarms him

“Yes!” He straightens his back before leaning towards you 

“I know the night hasn’t ended yet, but do you think we can do this again?”

“I’d love that.”

Your eyes sparkle the way he likes it

The smile on your face gives him hope that this might last

You glance at his hands which are sat clasped together on the table

You shyly reach your hand out towards his

He notices this and takes the initiative to meet you halfway, interweaving your fingers once again.

The sight of your small delicate hands laced with his masculine ones elicits a giddy feeling inside of you, and the smile that you direct to it causes Draco to grab it momentarily, to press a kiss to your knuckles

“I never would’ve imagined you being a romantic.” 

“I’m not, but I don’t mind it if I’m with you.”

Gives you a smirk before kissing your knuckles again

It wasn’t your first time eating at the restaurant, but the food somehow tasted much better when you ate with the boy. Furthermore, it warmed your heart knowing that there’ll be a next time

-🌻-

The end of the night approaches as you reach the castle grounds

Many of the students were still in the Great Hall for dinner

Not wanting the date to end, you both end up walking around the halls, automatically turning away when you were near your respective common rooms

Draco handed you his jacket, noticing the drop in temperature and the thin fabric of your dress

You two had settled into the comfort of each other’s company

The night gave rise to much laughter, gossip, and new inside jokes

He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, drawing you closer to him

You, feeling much comfortable now, embrace his torso in return

The voices of students cause you both to turn into a secluded corridor, wanting to cherish your time together a little while longer

Small chuckles are exchanged due to the sneaky act

But it’s the realization of the sudden closeness that catches you off guard

Draco finds his hands on your waist

Yours resting on his forearms

Your eyes meet, and suddenly it seems that all the events that played out today were bound to culminate in this moment

His gaze travels to your lips, while yours does the same

The sight of him leaning in slowly induces excitement to emerge inside you

“Can I kiss you?” He asks in a soft whisper

The slight nod of your head prompts him to close the distance

Pulls you into a complete embrace

Your hands travel up his biceps, shoulder, and wrap around his neck

The sensation of warmth excites you due to the fact that your body is flushed against his

FIREWORKS, BUTTERFLIES, ADRENALINE

That’s all you both are able to feel when you lie in your beds that night, waiting to see each other in the morning

A/N: KJHASKfjhlaskjhalsdkjfhas so much cheese

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[cherryatnight]

Me and My Husband - Giyu Tomioka

master list || asks

warnings - mentions of death, bodily harm (caused by someone else), thought of losing a loved one

word count - 1479

a/n - hello everyone!! if you couldn't tell this short story is based off the song Me and My Husband by Mitski. if you have any requests feel free to send an ask and let me know, i hope you're all doing swell <3

(2nd person pov, any pronouns)

"And I am the idiot with the painted face In the corner, taking up space but when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved"

Looking around, you realized all the Hashira were looking at you. You've made a fool out of yourself, everyone knew it, but they wouldn't tell you, no matter how much of an outsider you were. Although you were physically strong, you lacked the mental strength a Hashira should have, you could never communicate with others well. Ever since you joined the Demon Slayer Corps you had done everything alone, you survived the Final Selection alone, you can survive being a Hashira alone. Walking away from the group, you decided to sit under a tree on the other side of the garden, you didn't want to deal with the embarrassment that came along with being late to a meeting. Suddenly, you felt your sad aura change, quickly turning your eyes met Giyu's blue ones and the air felt crisper, like you could actually breath without the pressure of living up to any standards. The others either didn't notice or were too caught up in what they were doing to see that he had arrived, so he made himself comfortable next to you, leaning your head against his, you explained your mishap to which he responded with a light hearted chuckle.

"Me and my husband we're doing better it's always been just him and me"

After a long night, you walked into the garden all the estates surrounded, it was peaceful there, it always had been at night. Taking your Nichirin blade off your belt, you set it aside before laying down and looking at the starry sky. You heard someone walking into the garden behind you, but you didn't worry, you knew who it was. Giyu layed next to you, and without saying anything he gave you a quick but passionate kiss and you two let the silence engulf you. This had become a nightly routine for you even before meeting Giyu and slowly he followed that nightly routine. You slowly got up and Giyu went to follow, but you pushed him back down and took his raven colored hair out of his messy ponytail. He always said he hated you doing his hair, but before missions he always had you tie his pony a little tighter for good luck. You slowly start combing your fingers through his hair, he slowly relaxed against you and let you continue, starting to hum your guy's song. You had met him after he was taken in by your mentor, Sakonji Urokodaki. You both trained together with two other young kids, Sabito and Makomo, but you two were the only ones to complete the final selection without getting eaten by a demon. He never left your side after that, you had tried to get him to open up to you multiple times after losing Sabito, but he always just stayed silent or changed the subject.

"And at least in this lifetime we're sticking together"

The relationship you and the Water Hashira shared was never something either of you shared openly, you both loved each other beyond reason and would do anything for the other, but your remote and quiet personalities never lead you to need to flaunt it out, hell, you didn't even tell anyone the two of you were married. You were sure everyone knew, how couldn't they? Whenever you weren't on a mission or training youngsters, the two of you were glued at the hip, even if there were no words exchanged. In the beginning, some of the other Hashiras had tried to figure out your guy's relationship but dropped the subject after not learning what they had hoped to hear. Eventually everyone found out after Giyu had been injured on a mission and you can running into the Butterfly Mansion while pushing by the other slayers and holding back tears. He was minorly injured and would heal in a few days, but all you cared about was seeing him safe now and all he cared about was knowing there was one less demon that would put you in harm's way. After that, they all had the answer they had been wondering about for ages.

"me and my husband we're doing better"

Most of the time, you two never went on missions together, you assumed it was just the luck of the draw. One day, you two had been called to a mountain along with Shinobu, something about a Twelve Kitzuki living on the mountain. You didn't mind, the other two didn't seem to either, considering you all had defeated at least one of them before. As soon as you got to the mountain, Shinobu left to go coordinate the clean up and show how to administer an antidote to some wounded people. Shortly after, you and Giyu split up, promising him you'd be okay, you gave him a kiss goodbye and headed on your way to find the demon that had taken so many of your fellow slayers. Then you heard it, a young kid yelling about his sister, following the sound you were faced with the demon you had been sent to kill, a lower rank five. His white hair covered part of his eye, but you had been able to observe and figure out which of the twelve he was. You recognized the kid's earring's, Giyu had said something about his sister being a demon and how he just let them go, you had called him crazy in the moment, but later you knew you would've done the same if you were in his shoes. Trying to keep the kid in your eye, you turned to the demon and waited to be able to see his abilities. Spider webs shot out of his fingers and surrounded the kid in a cage that was slowly closing in, after quickly running and slashing him out, you turned to the demon, you could see the anger seaming off him. Running at him, you went to slash his neck and it easily came off with only half of your strength, odd but you weren't going to question it. You turned to the kid and assessed him damage, he seemed over exhausted, and probably had a few broken bones here and there, you knew he would be okay. Thats when you felt, the shivers down your spine you got whenever a demon was near, you turned around, but not fast enough, the spider-like demon had sent an array of webs your way, all you could think of was keeping the kid safe. You stepped in front of him and took the blast, very well knowing how badly you'd get hurt. Launching back, your vision got blurry and it was hard to focus on the demon, calming your breathing you charged at the demon before you heard a voice ring out and you knew you and the kid would be okay. Giyu was here, and within a minute, the demon was no more. He must not have seen you because he rushed at the kid and his sister first before seeing you laying a few feet away from the kid. At first he couldn't figure it out, but then he saw your front side, dozens of slashes scattered your skin from head to toe.

It was warm, the next thing you felt was immense warmness and a pressure in your left hand, almost like a hand. Slowly and painfully, you opened your eyes and looked at your hand, Giyu laid there holding your hand against his forehead. His ocean blue eyes looked up to meet yours and you could tell he was heartbroken, his eyes seemed dull and sad, even looking at you. Before you could say anything, all you heard were apologizes from him, from not being there to protect you, to allowing you to go off even though he knew one of the Twelve Kitzuki were there. Your heart broke at the sight, such a strong person was completely shattered at even the idea of you brushing death for a dumb call you made. You grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, it was painful for you to move in such a way but you didn't care, all that mattered was him, and him knowing that you were okay now. Apparently you had been asleep for almost two weeks, and not once did he leave your side, his missions had been put on a pause and he didn't even leave to eat, he just sat and waited. You knew that even if he didn't say it, you had scared him more then the surface showed, you two were all the other had and you'd bet your life to save the other. But it was okay, cause you and him were together and that's all that mattered.

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

Corrupted/Egg Tommy AU

Yup, we’re going down this rabbit hole, my ideas however are a little different. Using some concepts from both @smallm0th and @deyageka ideas. Along with some corruption concepts from @littlewolf651 As we have this fun concept that the Egg is connected to The Void. 

OKAY!

So this idea starts when Tommy is in the Egg Room before bring Tubbo along. Upon touching the Egg, he gains a rune on his palms. Can be whatever you wish, but it basically stands for ‘Corruption’. (I often see it as an hourglass symbol.)

Tommy gains magic from the Egg, and it slowly corrupts his mind as more runes of many meanings spread along his arms. (Things that might mean Destruction, Blood, Power, Fire, among other things.) And his eyes turn from a bright blue to a dark blue, and glow red along with the runes when he uses his magic. 

He wears dark black robes with red and white trim, not like Phil’s, more like Harry Potter sorcerer robes. They aren’t as flowy, they hug his frame rather well. Think like Organization 13 from Kingdom Hearts.) With a belt around his waist that holds potions. His shirt stays white, but the red sleeves turn white also under the robe like coat. Though he rarely takes it off. There are also vines that hug around his chest and arms. With dark black pants on and white and red shoes. 

This Tommy is calmer than before, still rude and mouthy, but he swears less and has more of a cool demeaner, with a slight aloofness about him now. He seems to be enjoying where he currently is, and loves the magic he’s been gifted or cursed with, however you wish to see it. He now has control of his life and what he wants in it, all for the price of just obeying the Egg and doing as it asks. For all he’s been given, it seems like a simple and sparing price to pay. 

Out of respect for Bad, and per his request, Tommy does swear less than before. But that is because Bad is the Leader, and Corrupted Tommy acknowledges this and understands that he is only the helper. Something he is content with, as it means less stress and less things to worry about. He used to be a Vice President after all, and he finds leaving Bad and Ant to deal with the spreading and problems are much easier on his mind.

He’s given a chance to do as he pleases and enjoy life to it’s fullest, just spreading the spores and helping convert people. And Bad keeps him in check really so he doesn’t over use his power or let it get to his head like Dream did with his type of power. Bad is the leader, and Tommy has learned that he isn’t. 

POWERS

Tommy has been given a variety of powers but he has his favorites.

1. Red Fire: This fire is the opposite of Blue Fire. It’s often called Blood Fire, and can melt the skin off a person at it’s highest temperature. It’s much more tame though compared to Blue Fire, which requires more chaotic energy. Red Fire requires a calmer nature to use it, it took Tommy a while to learn to turn off his emotions to use it. But it slowly became second nature with each Rune he gained.

2. Illusions: He can manifest illusions of peoples desires out of a red mist like substance. It moves like water, but looks and feels like sand. Twisting and turning to create what you want to see. From this, Tommy can show you what he want more than anything, and what the Egg offers to you. They are only illusion to the real thing, but with enough concertation, he can made their solid for a short period of time. 

3. Blood: His own blood is a weapon now, infused with spores from the Egg. Anywhere or anything he bleeds on can grow vines and flowers. His blood is warm to things, and can heat up even more at will. If Tommy were to bleed on a person, he could cause vines to spread along their body and root in their body. It’s one way to corrupt people, but he’s admitted to Bad he dislikes doing this as it causes the person intense amounts of pain. And there is no guarantee they will be corrupted for the long run.  He also can create runes on the walls, floors, and ceiling of places with his blood. To create protection or corruption in areas. He did this to the Egg room making it safer to leave it alone as people who intend to harm the Egg have a harder time entering.  Tommy doesn’t use his magic often though as it’s rather draining. 

4. Wings: Tommy has wings now, they are large, dark red with white speckles along the flight feathers and turn from dark at the top and bright red as they go down. Though, he doesn’t use them to fly that often, mostly used for intimidation, he can float without his wings just fine. 

5. Creation: Tommy’s found he likes to create things more, but doesn’t do so often. He isn’t sure where this knowledge came from, but it’s there and he helps out Ant and Punz in building things for the Eggpire. It keeps him occupied really, and at least it’s something to do.

PERSONALITY

This Tommy is calmer than others. He isn’t as loud, but still rude to people in a playful manner.  He’s still protective of people he cares about, but this extends to the fact he’s not afraid to kill to protect them now. If it won’t affect their views of the Egg, he’s willing to help out here and there with things. Such as using magic to repair things or make things. 

He’s aloof too, still friendly Tommy as ever and, unlike other members, he’s easy to approach and talk to. That is what makes him deadly, his attitude and easy to approach look outside of official meeting lure people in.  He’s still playful, and pranks people, but these even come off slightly as more planned and less mean. Like he’s actually thinking about it before he does it. He also still mouths off to other members when they try to force him to do things, save for Badboyhalo.

Tommy is also very respectful to Bad, he doesn’t talk back to him like he would Ant or Punz, to get on their nerves. If Bad tells him to do something, Tommy does it without question. He sometimes laughs and says he sees Bad as a better Father Figure to him than others. He swears less at Bad’s request, which that shocked alot of people. Guess more reason to wonder what the hell did this Egg do to Tommy?

However, when situation calls for it, Tommy can be very cold and uncaring to people who are trying to harm the Egg. He’s not afraid to kill, one shot from his Red Fire and you’ll wish you hadn’t do anything to The Egg or it’s followers. He’s their power house, and the Eggs Protector.  He gains a coolness to his words when in the Egg room, and when agitated or aggravated he gains a voice that sounds like two people mixed with his own voice. It’s honestly terrifying to hear, as at these moments it feels and sounds like this isn’t Tommy but The Egg speaking through him. 

His voice also gains a softer tone when offering up your desires, and sounds like honey to the ears. Enticing you to listen to what he says, it’s very creepy when you notice it. 

APPERANCES

- Dark blue eyes that glow Red when using his magic.

- Runes along his arms that glow red when the magic is used.

- Hair has some white streaks in it

- Coat like robe over his outfit, but now with dark black pants. (Think Organization 13 from Kingdom Hearts.)

- In the Egg Room or near the crater he has vines growing along his arms and chest. 

- Away from it, wears a white, long-sleeved shirt and black pants with red shoes, looks very normal. Never would think he was corrupted until his eyes glowed red.

- Hair is longer, never bothered to cut it, makes a short pony tail.

- Has a belt around his waist that either carries potions or his daggers/sword.

- Might have a small backpack on, just a simple draw string bag really with food or items in. 

[ah-yes-paris]

beatles harmonies that cured my depression.

It is important that i discuss this. Well, not really important I just really wanted to share. This is in no particular order either it's just the ones that come to the top of my head lol. Feel free to reblog and share your own 😎

1. The "Woahoooah AHHHHH" from When I Get Home.

Not even words can describe the battery power that starts coursing through my veins when I hear this harmony. I cant even,....LIKE HELLO??? i have never heard such a blessing... Such a well-fitting triplet of voices singing a vowel thats made me feel like i can run 10 miles straight. They aren't real. The Beatles, of course. To this day I don't understand how this harmony exists in this universe. My ears melt everytime. One of my favorites, in case you couldn't tell.

2. The obvious.. "yeah yeah yeah YEAHH" from She Loves You :)

LET ME TELL YOU. oh my god let me tell yo u .. Way back when, when I was a new fan... Good lord. I was literally ascending. ASCENDING. i felt every inch of my body start to lift off the ground. Im sure im not the only one who's experienced this. I remember thinking 'how the wiggle wubble do 3 men sound so GOOD TOGETHER' IT DOES NOT ADD UP PEOPLE THE BEATLES HAVE TO BE SOME SORT OF ROBOTIC BOY BAND GROWN IN A LAB THIS ISNT POSSIBLE how do we live on the same dimensional plane that this harmony lives on..

3. "The magical mystery tour, is coming to take you away, Coming to take you away!" from Magical Mystery Tour.

...

guys. Guys you dont understand. This one line, adds, YEARS. LITERAL YEARS TO MY LIFE SPAN. At this point I am fully immortal. The "coming to take you awayyy" makes my heart POUND. i love this song so much... And this line especially... It makes me go insane. Basically the beatles are manic melody genuises that have successfully spread one of the biggest diseases in musical history. Personally, I think this line was a clear example of why.

4. "Last night I said these words to my girl", "Please pleaase me, oh yeah, like i please you...", "...With you! Oh yeah, why do you make me blue" from Please Please Me.

do i even have to say anything. Well, i dont but i will for the sake of the post. There is so much. So much. About this song that I. I cant even,,. I would choose this song over SO MANY BEATLES SONGS DUDE. not that its cause i think its better than all the others but it just holds such a special place in my heart. Its the only song thats Ever made me feel some intense wave of nostalgia for a decade i wasnt even born in. Its one of the songs that continue to make me question the beatles existance. How could something like this ever come to reality. My brain has never been so pleased in its life.

5. "Carve your number on my wall and maybe you will get a call from me" from If I Needed Someone.

The way that this song was added into my Liked playlist SO QUICKLY...... God. I love george. Hes my favorite after all. Rubber Soul as a whole makes me feel warm inside but this song and this one line just hits so much more intensely for some reason... Their voices just flow insanely well and I just DONT UNDERSTAND HOW. its like an angel choir making its way through the clouds as you see the gate to heaven start to appear. Wonderful song and mind-blowing harmony... The beat is so good too and i just explode.

6. The "ahhhhh Ahhhhh AHhhhh *inhale* AHHHhhhh AHHHHH *inhale* AHHHHHH" from Day Tripper.

HOLY JESUS CHIRST THIS SONG HAS SO MUCH TO UNPACK... There are undeniably A BUNCH of other flawless harmonies in this song but my god the beatles knew what they were doing. Thats all I'm going to say really.... But once again. Power. In my veins. A few listens to this song and you'll find yourself having the strength of 1,000 men.

7. "Oh, now", "All I want is you" from Dig a Pony.

FIRST LYRIC... ITS LITERALLY 2 WORDS AND YET IT CONTINUES TO BLOW MY MIND. Something about the "Oh" ...... Its like an arrow passing through my heart I dont even know guys. Im not lying when I say it makes me feel like im floating. It makes me feel like i can quite literally grow wings and fling myself towards the sun. Dont even get me started on "All I want is you".......it literally triples the effect. It makes me go ballistic. The song is just mindless lyrics but the harmonieeesss.....

8. "Ah girlll.... *inhaeahelrlsseeesh* Girrll...." from Girl.

no words. Like. No words. I cant even. I seriously dont need to explain this one. Im just going to drop the isolated vocals version because if you havent listened to it you are MISSING OUT... you thought the originally recorded song was the greatest cause of your heart palpitations? Well you thought WRONG.

THIS IS.

9. "I love youwoowooowoowoooo...", "ask me WHYY..", "I can't believe.. Its happened to MEeee", "i cant concieve *doo doo doo do doo* of anymore *dun dun dun* MISERY" from Ask Me Why.

GOD OK LISTEN im just gonna say this now i absolutely adore and favor the please please me album so much i dont care what anyone says ok im such a sucker for their early sappy love songs ITS SO MANY GOOD HARMONIES ESPECIALLY FROM THIS ONE. MY GOD i listen to this and i feel like im with a lover late at night and we're like at one or the others house keeping each other warm and being all romantic and happy. Specifically the part that goes "ask me whyy I say i love you.. (OOOOHHHOOOO) and im always thinking of youuhoohohoo..." LIKE COME ON PLEAEE IT MAKES ME FEEL SO WARM INSIDE AND I SMILE IN AN INSTANT GOD I LOVE THIS SONG SO MUCH. Whenever i think im sad i go "no im not because Please Please Me." And its like all the sudden everything im sad about just poof disappears!

10. "If theres anything that you want.. IF THERES ANYTHING I CAN DOOOO" from From Me To You.

I am so in love with this song you guys i have no idea I LOVE IT SO MUCH. IT HAS THIS LITTLE SWING TO IT SPECIFICALLY BETWEEN THESE 2 LINES THAT MY BRAIN SEEKS FOR NEARLY EVERY DAY. the amount of blessing i get from this song is more than i can comprehend its literally insane i cant even. How does someone do this how did the beatles make music guys I am seriously so dumbfounded like they just sat there and wrote banger after banger like WHAT. this song makes me believe that life isnt as horrible as it seems and if im lucky enough i can just sing and dance to this song for all of eternity. There are also so many other good harmonies in this one as well...

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In conclusion the beatles have had a chokehold on me for 3 years but I mean their stupid groundbreaking songs keep drawing me back in so.... This has also made me come to the conclusion that the Beatles simply arent real because I still dont believe a band can not only write consistent hits, but also harmonize in a way that causes me to spin around while doing backflips.

Thank you for your time.

[wintersongstress]

What Remains of a Butterfly

Summary: A glimpse into the after; of where you and Arthur find yourselves after the fall of the Van der Linde gang.  

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Tags: fluff, mild mentions of smut

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: a gift for the lovely and kind-hearted @actuallyhansolo​, though this piece was inspired by a prompt I received in my inbox ages ago. I hope you enjoy ♥ Also a big thank you to @the-halo-of-my-memory​ for being the best beta I could ask for :)

1905 — Gallatin, Montana; 

“Try not to squeeze ‘er with your heels, else the horse’ll canter. You wanna grip her sides with your legs,” calls out Arthur from across the front pasture. A little neigh follows, carrying through the heavenly sigh of the breeze whistling down through the forests and into the valley you called home. Thistle and larkspur waver in its wake, flowing and flawing with streaks and splashes of color, and the hum of bumble bees fills the air. The only intrusion to the symphony of nature’s awakening is the occasional creak of dead wood as your seat on the front porch leans, forwards then backwards.

Overhead, a flock of warblers glide across the sky. Their song, a rising whistle, twittering and sweet, melds with the leathered yet honeyed tone of Arthur’s voice. A gentleness he reserved for one special person laces his rough timbre. Your eyes draw away from your knitting needles at the sound, and the sight that greets you warms your heart.

Your daughter Cora sits astride a chestnut pony, the straw hat covering her head askew. From beneath the floppy brim the early morning sunshine warms her cheeks, revealing the determined twist of her mouth as she heeds her father’s instruction. She hangs onto the reins and her hat, her neat braid bouncing as the horse trots in circles in the grass. Autumn’s hooves below her thud the earth softly, her cinnamon tail flicking and catching the gold of the sun all the while.

A long, satisfied breath fills your lungs. The windsong, calm as a seaside, lulls you into a deep state of bliss as you listen to the harmony it inspires in the surrounding land. Your porch chair rocks as you hum a thoughtful melody, stitching together the tight, blue row of a sock while taking in the splendors of the hour.

From a thousand places in the grass, little gems of dew wink back rainbows in the sunrays. Clouds drift seamlessly along the horizon like the verses of a poem, embellishing a sky flushed the color of a ripe peach. The sunlight has breached the distant snow-patched mountain peaks, its golden warmth lifting the mantle of fog settled deep in the green dark shadows of the valley. The wind rises forever and again, breathing life into the lungs of the cottonwood forest and stirring all that lay deep within wide awake. Woodpeckers flit amongst the treetops in their quest for insects, but all around far and near bird song prevails.

Comforted by the gift of your present, you tug free more yarn from the basket beside you. A hummingbird visits the columbines growing along the side of your homestead as you knit, gone in a flash of bronze. You pause at the boon of its appearance, but your eyes distractedly settle across the way.

Arthur leans on the paddock fence with his elbows propped up as he watches over Cora. A cup of coffee steams in his hand. He raises it and takes a sip, and you note with amusement that only three of his fingers fit through the handle. His fingernails are clean and square against the tin.

In all of your time together you never tired of the way the morning light poured over his tall frame. A heavenly gold illuminates the outlines of his arms and shoulders in his cotton white shirt. His sleeves, rolled humbly up to his elbows, display his tanned forearms, and a pair of dark suspenders divide his strong back handsomely. You never ceased to appreciate how lucky you were to have this view daily, and with each day, your love for Arthur and your family grew tenfold.

After a hearty breakfast of pancakes and eggs, Arthur took your daughter out to the horse pasture to learn how to ride—much at her own insistence and prodding. From a young age Cora shared his deep respect for horses and spent time with the ones you kept every day, grooming, feeding, and bonding with them. In the mornings you washed the dishes together, and afterwards, Cora bolted outside eager to start her lesson.

Today Arthur had lingered in the kitchen once the porch door slammed shut behind her and you were at once alone. The tick of the clock on the floral-papered wall was the only sound for a moment, until Arthur withdrew from the table.

You stood before the washing basin, drying a plate with a dish towel and adding it to a stack on the counter when he slipped his arms around you from behind and held you close. All of your quiet thoughts of the arriving day paused. Together, you breathed in. Your eyes closed. No words were needed between you to speak of the content that settled in your hearts then. He had only hummed a deep sound that passed through you, and began to gently sway you in a dance as you both basked warmly in the window. A jar of amber honey on the sill bloomed light, pouring gold like a waterfall. The birds sang—they always sang in this heavenly place—and you tilted your head back against his broad chest. You melted in his arms when his mouth pressed upon yours and it was a long, blind time before he pulled away.

When the kiss ended his forehead softened against your brow, him stealing a moment to remember you like this. He traced his thumb along the curve of your cheek, a sense of deep wonder speaking through his touch, and you sighed your assent.

In the beginning doubts plagued him. Years before when he knelt before you with a ring amidst a meadow of lupines, his hands held the slightest tremble until you took them into your own, guiding the pale stone down your finger and kissing away his uncertainties. He made promises to do right by you, and he kept every one of them.

In time, he came to believe in the second chance life had granted you both. It made it all the more fortuitous that your first child was a girl.

The embrace in the kitchen was one of beyond number. Arthur was a man of few words but many looks, so you understood his silent language of showing thankfulness. From the careful touch of his hands, moving as if to measure and memorize your importance to him, to the curve of his blooming half-smile, his expression voiced an ineffable gratitude and a disbelief that you shared this life together. His devotion never waned, but the encumbrance of the past did, the fetters that once hindered your steps toward freedom breaking when he built this homestead for you. They shattered forever when you first told him you were pregnant, standing on the porch in the twilight, his arms in their favorite place around you.

When the tingle of his kiss dissipated from your lips, your eyes had been slow to open at last.

“What was that one for?” You murmured in the space between you.

His soft, sage green gaze found yours, and the love in his eyes could not be misunderstood or undervalued. As always, your heart melted like the April snows at the warmth that look bloomed in your chest.

“Nothin’. Jus’…all you do is make me happy,” he confessed, following the gentle ways the angle of the sun fell upon your face.

“Oh you.”

With your heart strings plucked, you turned in the circle of his arms to embrace him. You nuzzled your nose along the endearing divot of his and let the softness of his smile melt against yours once more. The tannic scent of oak and pine and the musk of gun oil seeped into your senses, and you let yourself get carried away and intoxicated with his nearness and the rasp of his beard beneath your touch.

Cora’s prompting from outside tethered Arthur to his promise and he broke away from you with a sigh, although his warm hands slid down your hips longingly before departing.

“Real eager, that one is.”

“You better get to it,” you laughed and made to finish putting away the breakfast dishes. The other chores of the household could wait for an hour, you decided, as you made to rejoin them on the porch with your knitting.

Cats lazed about beside you presently, preening and stretching their legs before turning their watchful golden eyes to the high grasses in search of mice. One of them stalks up to Arthur at his post, weaving between his feet and brushing a white tail against his knee with affection. He reaches down and scratches its neck, the cat lifting itself on its feet to meet him halfway.

Doubtlessly he was smiling beneath his hat, as you were. You could only imagine what the sunlight must be doing to the color of his eyes as the sides crinkle with amusement.

Cora’s pony begins to straighten its gait and walks in a line, causing her to squeal with delight from her saddle.

“Daddy! I’m doing it! I’m doing it!”

“There you go! Keep holdin’ the reins, just like that. Lead ‘em to the left and right to steer.”

“Mama! Look!”

Your joy is instant.

“You’re doing wonderful!” You cheer. Cora giggles, her cheeks dimpling from her contagious glee. The bow laced at the end of her braid flutters like a butterfly’s wings as she rides through the pasture gracefully. The image of her with her gingham neckerchief around her throat, sitting proud in the saddle struck you with familiarity. She looked so natural, so at ease; so much like her father.

They mosey along at a steady pace and Arthur laughs under his breath. “Well, look at that. You’re a natural.”

He was always so patient and attentive with Cora, shushing her cries and soothing her when she was a baby, encouraging her every little step as she grew. Long ago you envisioned how great of a father he could be, despite his own uncertainty and the paucity of his self-worth. It took years for him to believe he deserved any of the happiness you found in each other, but he always wanted to protect it, never wanting to lose what mattered most to him.

Dutch abused the protective nature of Arthur’s heart, channeled it for his own gain and allocated it to his benefit. For years he strove to bring pride to his surrogate father, giving his all. But he knew. Arthur knew before it was too late when he was being used. You were the first to confess the hidden fondness you held for him, and it was the push he needed to start thinking for himself. Much as he tried to convince you of his own lowly opinion of himself, you persisted in your beliefs that he was a good man, deserving of happiness. Regardless of whether or not he found it with you.

Moments like this were the ones you wanted to capture and hold. Because reaching this place was worth every pain you endured, every mistake, and every misfortune if it meant it all led to this moment.

A breeze stirs the porch wind chimes. Their soft notes tinkle, joining the songbirds singing the joy of another sunrise. In the warm blanket of the wind the scent of alfalfa chases up your nose. You close your eyes against it, listening to the earth and the skies and the peals of Cora’s laughter. When it settles you open them again, finding Arthur’s gaze fastened to you from across the prairie. Caught, he smiles to himself bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck while his gaze dips to the slight swell of your belly and the pair of baby socks in your lap.

Warmth floods through you at the remembrance of that same smile earlier this morning, when the first blue light of day came and slipped through the gossamer curtains. Thoughts of Arthur’s mouth—soft and warm with sleep against your bare shoulder—tucks your lip behind your teeth and turns your gaze shy under his. But it lingered all the same.

The way he traced your skin with the lightest drag of his fingertips as you laid side by side in the early dawn light. How his touches led to languid kisses along your neck until he reached the spot that always made you sigh, your hands slipping along the lovely angles of his stubbled jaw to get lost in the soft, golden brown strands of his hair. How you let him lay you below him before he settled over you, the bedsheets catching on the small of his back. The roughness of his palms sliding along the delicate lace of your chemise, raising it all until it bunched around your shoulders. Parting your legs and lifting them around his hips, his calloused thumb drifting between—

“I think horsey is getting tired,” Cora announces, and Arthur snaps his attention back to her. You cross your legs and take a deep breath to compose yourself, returning your thoughts to the chaste exercise of knitting.

“Let’s give her a rest, then.”

Cora pulls up on the reins and Autumn yields.

Arthur dumps the remaining dregs of his coffee and leaves the cup on the fence, swinging his way through the paddock gate. In a few minutes he would be leaving for town, a star pinned to his vest and a promise to return before sundown. It made it all the more precious that he spent this time with her.

He lifts Cora off the saddle, his hands swallowing her tiny waist. She yelps with delight as he spins her around once, twice, exclaiming how proud he is and how fast she is growing up. Her braid and her skirts swing around her small frame until Arthur sets her down, squatting down to her level. With a mellow voice he speaks, encouraging her to thank the animal and explaining how important it is to show your horse you respect them. Cora nods. She reaches out and strokes Autumn’s neck, patting it alongside Arthur until she whickers and leans into the girl’s touch. With a grin, Arthur produces a crumbling oat cake from his satchel and Cora obediently holds out the treat. She laughs when a wet tongue tickles her hand.

They begin to lead the horse into the stable and Arthur squeezes her shoulders, telling her how well she did. Their words fade into the barn, indiscernible from where you sit, but your heart swells with contentment and a great rush of affection floods through you.

The gold band of your wedding ring rests coolly against your finger. You admire the smooth facets of the oval stone, the mounted sapphire twinkling in the light, thinking again of the first time you saw it and the pure happiness it brought as you trace its edges. Long ago and far away were the days of turmoil and gloom, for as dark as the past was is how bright your future together became. For you were safe at last, harbored in the arms of one another, thriving under the roof Arthur built where your family could grow. And it was all more than you could ever dream of.

A butterfly alights the roses growing along the trellis on the side of the house. Orange and black wings dance, flitting among unfolded dark pink petals and seeking the golden centers within. From one, to the next, to the next, the butterfly graces each bloom and delivers the promise of a sweeter future from its visit, leaving your world also a little better from its passage through it.