#f tiger lilie

[silkentine]

OH MY GOD!!,!!,!, HOW DID I MISS THIS?!?!?!?!

Inspired by @silkentine

[crossovershipsandedits]

Characters: Tiger Lily x Lampwick

Fandoms: Peter Pan 1953 and Pinocchio 1940

Relationship: Romantic

Characters: Lampwick X Tiger Lily

Fandoms: Pinocchio | Peter Pan

Relationship: Romantic

Submitted by @casinotrio1965

OK SO

I actually did a butt load of research for this one... Maybe more than necessary lol But hey, it worked out in the end! I'll make a readmore here so you don't have to read if you don't want ajdbfodndoekfjfir

Let me explain my thought process;

I've never seen either of these films. Not 100%. Pinocchio is a big nope, never seen it. And Peter Pan was both a really long time ago and I only saw sections. SO IMAGINE MY SURPRISE WHEN SEEING LAMPWICK HOLDING A CIGAR!!

So yeah, I freaked out because TL looks freaking 9 or something and he's smoking like a businessman. I searched all over Google in the hopes of finding their ages... this is what I found.

Tiger Lily never had a set age (probably from being in literal purgatory) and Lampwick is 12?!?! I guess those were just the times...

Anyway, while looking for TL's age, I see "Fans have agreed she is an adult, as she is old enough to marry" and think AWW HELL NAWW! However

I keep looking, because that doesn't seem right. The whole point of Peter Pan is being able to tell the difference between kids and adults, so it made no sense that she looks 9 (unless this was an anime, then God knows what her age is). THIS lead me to googling what age a girl can get married in a Native American tribe, since that's clearly what she's a part of.

My answer is.. nicer than "She's an adult". The youngest a girl can marry in most Native American tribes is 15. Arrangements can be made from the age of 8, but nothing can happen until 15. With what I read of TL's plot for the film, this tracks amazingly well.

And, just to be sure, I looked up Peter's age too (since she apparently has a crush on him despite the fandom saying it's familial love -sweet home ala- anyway..). Peter Pan is 12/13, so from my guessing, TL is either his age or a year or two younger, to fit with how 'old' Disney wrote romance.

...

Dear God this is a whole ass essay, I am so sorry

But yeah, I'm glad I don't have to turn this down for p*d*philia... They do make a cute pair but hoLY was I worried :')

[euphorajeon]

oh, the joy of having jeon jeongguk as a boyfriend | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff, slight smut | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 0.8k

— warnings: sleeveless jk, suggestive themes, usual boxer!jk and his gf shenanigans hahaha

— summary: you just want one bite.

— author's note: pls tell me im not the only one heavily affected by his vogue photoshoots D:

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

“Just one, please?”

You’ve been at this for the past fifteen minutes. The first five you spent leaning your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth on your cheek from the skin-on-skin contact. He was still unaware of your intentions, thinking it was just a silent gesture to initiate physical touch. He’d put his arm around you then, squeezing you further into his side.

The second five minutes you spent tracing his tattoos with the tips of your fingers. You paid special attention to your favorites—the tiger lily, the Winners Never Quit wording, and the recently-discovered moon on his shoulder (which you recolored with your own mouth some weeks ago)—and gripped his arm a bit tighter when you got to his bicep. The black tank top he’s wearing gives you too much of an easy access that you didn’t realize when you start squeezing your boyfriend’s bicep repeatedly like it’s your own personal stress ball.

“Babe, what are you doing?”

Jeongguk’s question triggered your next course of action, which you have been doing for the last one-third portion of the aforementioned fifteen minutes.

“Can I bite your arm?” was your opening line. When he blinks blankly, you continue with a paraphrased question, though it doesn’t really cease Jeongguk’s confusion: “Just one bite, please?”

“Why would you wanna bite my arm?” The puzzled look on Jeongguk’s face deepens, his thick eyebrows furrowing and scrunching up his face. A sliver of recognition flashes across his eyes as he squints at you in suspicion. “Are you horny again?”

“No, no.” You’re quick to deny. “It’s just—“ You give the bicep in your grasp yet another squeeze, watching, fascinated, as the skin bounces firmly in your hand. “—so … big, so sexy, so … delicious.” There’s a giant drooling emoji in your head right now and Jeongguk can only stare in part amusement and part confusion at his entranced girlfriend.

“Please, one bite?”

Your boyfriend’s eyes jump from your pleading eyes to your pouting lips, a tiny smile playing at the edge of his lips. The double piercing on the right side of his bottom lip taunts you, almost making you swerve to a whole new part of Jeongguk’s body to have between your lips and teeth. Oh, the joy of having a hot boyfriend.

“Okay.”

“Okay??”

“Okay, you can have one bite of my arm.”

You have your mouth on his arm not even a second after Jeongguk finishes his sentence. Sinking your teeth into the flesh, you’re careful to apply only a little pressure at the beginning before gradually adding more until you see Jeongguk grimacing from the corner of your eye. It’s his fault, though, for only giving you one bite of this big, sexy, and delicious inked arm. You’re just making the best use of the opportunity you were given.

In the seconds you spend attached to his arm, you think, why stop here? You could be doing so much more to this arm than just giving it a bite mark. So, with that in mind, you start to suck. The hiss Jeongguk lets out in surprise flashes something hot in your belly that you promptly ignore to continue your assault on his arm.

“I guess it’s kinda my fault, huh?” Jeongguk hums, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. The gesture seems sweet, innocent even, but the way he grips your nape after is anything but. “Always flaunting my tattoos, flexing my arms … even giving you surprise kisses. I wanted your attention and got more than what I asked for.” You pretend not to be affected by his words, now licking at the angry-red skin beneath the black ink. Jeongguk doesn’t need to know how much this is turning you on.

“I didn’t say anything about giving me a hickey, though.”

Jeongguk’s grip has moved from your nape to your hair, where he gives a slight tug to pull you away from his arm. When you look up, your blurry vision is met with Jeongguk’s piercing stare, making excitement course through your veins. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen—you just wanted to bite his arm, really—but if Jeongguk wants to teach you a lesson for what you did to him, you’d happily be a good student and accept whatever he decides to give you.

“Exactly,” you challenge him, grinning. “You didn’t say anything about it, therefore, there’s no reason for me not to give you a hickey.”

“Huh.” He squints his eyes. “You said you weren’t horny, didn’t you?” Your heart drops to your stomach as he leans forward to start tracing your neck with his nose, planting a tiny kiss on it. “So it won’t be a problem if I don’t let you cum while I use you to make myself cum, right?” The sickeningly-sweet smile on his lips contradicts the lewdness of his words. “You’re not horny so you don’t need to cum, am I right?”

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Oh, the joy of having Jeon Jeongguk as a boyfriend.

— a/n: thank you for reading! feedbacks here would be very much appreciated :D

[thunderstruck9]

Oil on canvas, 60 x 72 in.

Sarah Thibault (American, 1980) - Field of Tiger Lilies (2022)

[jeonsbabygirlsworld]

SPECIAL GIFT

SUMMARY: And when your husband brings you your desired anniversary gift…

PAIRINGS : Jungkook, husband Namjoon x wife reader

WORD COUNT : 1.5k

SMUT WARNINGS : Unprotected sex , cream pie to maximum, oral (m,f) , spanking a bit , spitting , doggy style 😏😏

A/n : Thankyou for requesting the namkook smut I hope this was okay :) reblog and comments are always appreciated ❤️YALL please don’t let it flop I actually worked really hard 😔😬 and this is also a little something for 800+followers ❤️❤️

It was yours and Namjoon's fifth anniversary and you wanted something much more special than some gifts so here you are waiting for your husband to come home, you dress up in black lingerie, you hear the front door opening and you find to see your husband looking so sexy in his office attire, you almost didn't want to leave your husband this morning but alas work is work.

Namjoon offers you his dimple smile and hands you the bouquet of tiger lily, taking them, he lays a small kiss on your lips "Well happy anniversary my love and you look so gorgeous baby" he says and goes for a long kiss this time "thank you my love, and I hope you haven't forgotten on what I want, I want hi-" you get interrupted by the doorbell.

"It's here Jagi," Namjoon says and opens the door, you don't know how your husband convinced him and you don't even care you needed him and here he is Jeon Jungkook who works under your husband in the office, you've met him so many times whether it maybe an office party or get together or you randomly coming to meet your husband you've never missed batting an eye on him and Namjoon knows about it so here he is your anniversary gift.

Jungkook gasps seeing you in a revelling lingerie never used to see you in these clothes "Hey Jungkook, how are you? Listen just come inside and you know her, this my wife." your husband introduces you both and you urge him to take a seat on the sofa.

Jungkook seems a bit nervous, of course, he will be he is about fuck his coworker's wife, you sit right next to him, and your fingers start to move over his thighs, and you lay soft teasing kisses on his Jawline, Jungkook jumps on his seat, and you see some goosebumps rising on his arms "Jungkook would you like to drink something? wine maybe?" Namjoon asks dragging you both out of the slumber.

While the man next just simply nods and Namjoon heads to the kitchen to fetch some wine and your teasing never stops, your hand stubbly moves towards the hard bulge straining against his pants, a breathy moan of your name leaves his mouth, and your husband is back with a glass of wine and passes over to him, quickly gulping it Jungkook gives you a small smile and you crash a kiss on his lips moaning at the tinge of strawberry.

"Honey, you take him to the room ill catch up in a few" Namjoon says and you rise from the couch and extend your hand and guide him to yours and Namjoon's shared room, Jungkook is seated in the bed when you go down on your knees "This okay? Let me know if when I should stop" You ask and start zipping down his pants with the boxers now down, Jungkook's hard length slaps his lower abdomen making him hiss a bit because of the chilly air and your warm palm coming in contact.

You start slow, only sucking on his tip and coaxing his precum to leak more," Y/n" a groan leaves his mouth, and the sucking soon turns into slurping you get his cock wet and Jungkook makes a ponytail of your hair from his hand and pushes you further on himself slowly letting off his shyness.

You hear the clinking of a belt right behind you and you see your husband undressing himself, Jungkook above you tells you that's what he wants when you go down to lick right behind his balls. "Like that kook? "You ask him your eyes a bit teary from the gagging and the saliva dripping down from the corner off your it is messy.

Humming he pushes your head more and hums and yes's leave his mouth "Feels good y/n" Jungkook moans out loud and spits down in his cock so it could messier after a few minutes of you palming and sucking his salty cum fills your mouth "Yeah that's my girl" Namjoon says while he looks at both of you.

Not registering what happened Jungkook gets you on your feet and pushes you onto the bed immediately hovering above you and kissing you roughly, he leans down to mark your neck and dark purple hickeys are now fresh on your neck, licking them once again he done. The lingerie is removed by him, and you are soon naked completely bare, and your pussy lips are coated in your slick.

Jungkook comes face to face, and you let out a whine "So wet y/n" Jungkook's says in a raspy voice and your hands curl over the mattress above you and you look over to your husband palming his hard cock "so good kook, more-" you are cut off by Jungkook placing a kiss on your clit and spitting up on your opening.

"You sound so pretty when you moan y/n "The man between your legs never stops praising you and slowly fingerfucks you, his long fingers reach your spot within a few minutes and purr out a sweet little cry of his name and Jungkook smirks looking at you like this.

You never fail to tell your husband how good Jungkook is making you and you swear you see stars when he rubs the ball of your clit while his fingers destroy your insides "How does it feel y/n?" He says when goes to make out with your clit spitting on it and placing small kisses and rubbing making you messier.

you reach down to grab Jungkook's hair to push him out because you were about to squirt the menace between you coaxes you to cum on his fingers and the last rub on your clit makes so squirt so hard and you see white, Jungkook places a small kiss and rises from in between your legs.

Namjoon joins you both on the bed while Jungkook makes you turn around on your knees so he can fuck you from behind, Jungkook enters you without any thought and cries out a moan, your husband seats himself in front of you and gets his cock sucked, the vibrations you make send him to the edge, Jungkook groans at the tightness of your pussy and starts hammering you from behind "Fuck my mouth Joon, want you to cum inside my mouth" you say and go back to fondle the heavy balls stored full of his cum and you slick up his cock.

Jungkook buries himself into the hilt waiting for your reaction and testing the water, a bulge forms on your lower belly and you croak out to tell him to go on "Oh fuck Jungkook" loud moans, cry and skin slapping resound the room, and an intoxicating smell surrounds the room.

At one-point Jungkook grabs your hair from behind and gives a particularly hard thrust which makes you let out your husband's cock from the mouth "Try not to cum kook, her pussy is worth it" Namjoon says looking over at Jungkook while he just nods the clenching making it tuff for him to slide inside further "loosen up baby, wanna slide in further" Jungkook slaps your ass while speaking to you.

It made it harder for Jungkook to not cum when you clenched around him this much "So good, the best in the world y/n" Whines left from his mouth and your husband soon came in your mouth while you overstimulated his with laying kisses behind his balls and licks from his balls to cock, humming at the salty taste.

Jungkook finally cums inside you making it even messier, some of his cum dripped down the sheets and you will worry about them later now you just enjoy being filled. Changing positions once again you are now facing Jungkook, and your ass is presented to your husband, your husband teases you by rubbing his cock between your pussy lips and you cock over to Jungkook and take his cock in your mouth both moaning in unison, the room is again surrounded by loud noises.

Jungkook backs away when he feels overwhelmed by your sucking you cry from the pleasure your husband was giving you "Kook choke me wanna cum so bad." you say in a rushed manner the thrusts making it almost impossible for you to speak "Ah fuck I'm gonna cum, just kiss me kook I can't take it anymore" you say and the man in front of you and bends down to give you the kiss you wanted.

Namjoon continues to deliver hard thrusts spanking your ass occasionally, sliding out to see your cum milking his cock white creamy rings start to form at the base of his cock and groans soon filling up with cum and collapsing on top of you.

Jungkook soon gets Ready to leave you after he calms down from his orgasm and your husband takes care of your cleanup and hands him some spare clothes so he can wash up and go home in fresh clothes..

When he is about to go you grab his soft hands and stand on your tip toes "Thank you for being here kook, I enjoyed this." you say letting out a giggle when he says "Anytime" and leaves you both......

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[giratina-and-the-skys-bouquet]

F-memories flower symbolism masterpost

(Context- In Asian countries, primarily the Korea's but it's spread to Japan too, there's a concept known as "birthday flowers". As the name suggests, they're flowers that are assigned to you on the day you're born. Great for character symbolism)

RED BOUQUET

Hallritt-Lupinus (Nov.2) symbolizes imagination, intense desire and dejection

Merold-Pine (Jan .19) symbolizes pity and resilience

Romarriche-Maiden's Blush rose (June.1) symbolizes understanding and reciprocated love

Puruth-German Iris (April.17) symbolizes elegance and a happy wedding

Sanah-Azalea (August.8) symbolizes abundant love

Rimicha-Tiger flower (Sept.1) symbolizes a desperate need to be loved and shared pride

BLUE BOUQUET

Cielomort-Cardamine (March.7) symbolizes bad parenting, enthusiasm and unluckiness

Willmesh-Autumn Crocus (Sept.21) symbolizes a bad childhood and decay. (Also of note, this flower species is extremely poisonous)

Kurode-Medlar (Nov.1) symbolizes transformation and mere love

Louterstella & Klarkstella-Holly (Dec.25) symbolizes foresight and everlasting life (another note, this plant has a LOT of different meanings depending on context, this is just a generalization)

Myunna-Water Lily (May.8) symbolizes a pure heart

(will update later for future questionnaires, but will be slow due to school :( )

[sundove88]

The Cookie Chonk Chart!!

So recently, @thetropicalfairy and I have had a discussion about which Cookies would be considered chonky- and here is the entire list! And the pic was made by her as well.

Note: Some OCs will be on this list- and some folks not shown in the pic will be as well. If there’s anyone you want to add to the list, that’s ok!

A Fine Boi (Somewhat Chubby): Herb, Churro, Aloe, Gold Citrine, Okchun, Elderberry (OC), Sable, Icicle Yeti, Grapefruit, Tiramisu, Habanero, Bubbles Dragon (OC), Snapdragon, Blueberry Pie, Lilybell, Pecan Brownie (OC), Grandberry Brawler 1/Glimmerberry, Grandberry Brawler 2/Grapeberry, Honorable Paladin Trainee/White Choco Chip, Serious Paladin Trainee/Vanilla Bundt Cake, Kouign Amann, Caramel Arrow, Silverbell, GingerBrave, Dizzy Cookie/Gorgonzola, SuperCar Cookies 1 and 2/Emmental Cheese and Cambozola, Partay Cookies/Swiss Cheese and Raclette, Blue Slushy, Xylitol Nova, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt, Golden Cheese, White Lily, Bumbleberry,

He Chomnk (Mostly Chubby): Dark Cacao, Crunchy Chip (Post Odyssey), Ice Candy, Olive, Strawberry, Custard III, Rye, Cream Puff, Cherry, Blueberry, Pinecone, Amber Sugar, Sea Fairy, Walnut, Cherry Ball, Zombie, Frilled Jellyfish, Carrot, Cotton, Milky Way, Hero, Canele, Mille-Feuille, Vanilla Sugar, Longan Dragon, Buttercream Choco, Pancake, Tea Knight, Tarte Tatin, Captain Caviar, Milkshake (OC), Snowfall Villager/Cashmere, Kind Villager/Poplin, Pumpkin, Parfaedia Principal/Deluxe Sundae, Creme Knights Preceptor/Chantilly Cream, Scovillia Headmaster/Hot Pot, Berry Parfaedia Student/Berry Compote, Citrus Parfaedia Student/Marmalade, Prune Juice, Captain Caviar, Tangerine Tanghulu, WildBerry, Timekeeper, Pure Vanilla, Mango, Muscle, Cranberry,

A Heckin’ Chonker (Very Chubby): Lord Oyster, Mozzarella, Royalberry, Princess, Tiger Lily, Milk, Beet, Yogurt Cream, Cocoa, Chocolate Bon Bon, Mocha Ray, Bacon, Pastel Meringue, Cheesecake, Red Bean, S’More, Frosted Choco (OC), Choco Malt (OC), Coconut Choco (OC), Turtle Brownie (OC), Fudge Ice Cream (OC), Snow Sugar, Ananas Dragon, Vagabond, Gelato (OC), Choco Milk (OC), Second Watcher/Choco Chunk, Grandberry Merchant 1/Blueberry Muffin, Grandberry Merchant 2/Honeyberry, Grandberry Merchant 3/Pinkberry, Spicy Scovillia Student/Army Stew, Hot Scovillia Student/Spicy Ros��, Sauna Egg, Golden Cheese Kingdom Citizen 2/Manchego, Space Doughnut,

H E F T Y C H O N K (Extremely Chubby): Avocado, Hollyberry, Princess Professor Mimolette (OC), Prince Professor Cavatappi (OC), Mala Sauce, Capsaicin, Moon Rabbit (Mostly due to her huge rabbit form), Peperoncino, Potato, Eden Dragon (OC), Dark Choco (After he left The Cookies of Darkness), Macaron, Abalone, Lotus Dragon, Spinach, Half Avocado, Hot Mala Warrior/Spicy Noodle Cookie, Spicy Mala Warrior/Chili Sauce Cookie, Mangosteen (Lychee’s Disguise),

M E G A C H O N K E R (Seriously Chubby): Lychee Dragon, Affogato (Post Episode 14), Elder Custard, Affogato’s Disciple 1/Cortado, Affogato’s Disciple 2/Galao, Pumpkin Spice Latte (OC), Mysterious Priest/Compound Choco, Marble Bread, Plain Yogurt,

O H L A W D H E C O M I N (The Chubbiest of All): Pitaya Dragon, Eggnog, Gatekeeper Cookie/Couverture, Stink Eye Tortuca,

[violetsiren90]

Blame Me: Chapter 1 | Jungkook/Reader

Pairing: artist!freespirit!Jungkook/noona!f!Reader

Genre: Best friend's younger brother; slow burn; friends to lovers; eventual romance; eventual smut; neighbors/childhood friends au; forbidden(ish) love; summer love.

Summary: Upon returning to your hometown after breaking off your engagement to your boyfriend of three years, you reconnect with your childhood bestfriend as you attempt to put the pieces of your life back togethe r. It seems like nothing has changed in the sleepy little town until your bestie's younger brother returns home from college - very, very grown. As the summer stretches on, the stakes get higher - can you play with fire without getting burned, or have you ignited a flame that won't be extinguished?

Chapter Warnings: All my fics are 18+ (minors, dni); allusions to an unhappy home environment/neglect; descriptive scenes of shared meals (the characters will eat together a lot in this fic, as it is part of a family dynamic); mentions of promiscuity made in jest; the accidentally-in-bed-together trope; brief panic attack symptoms; MC has some issues with guilt and feeling like a burden

Updates: When I can! Life has been crazy lately.

Author's note: This is so incredibly late in coming, and I really struggled with it for whatever reason (the initial inspo was there and then it just wasn't coming) but I am still excited to tell this story and thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to read it!

*Inspired by "Blame Me" by Monsta X 💕

In case no one has told you yet today, you are loved and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️ 💜

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You watched the shiny white Tesla that had been your Uber grow smaller and smaller down the long shady stretch of Tiger Lily Lane. You stood on the sidewalk, behind you the warm asphalt of the road and long shadows of the tall, sprawling elms, and before you your childhood home. It was a little grey house with a blue door and white trim, kitchen windows like jovial eyes, curved at the top, staring out over a lawn overrun with crabgrass and lined with bushes of pale pink roses that grew flush with the unpainted picket fence. The porch swing was beginning to show signs of rust, but the two little hanging pots of azaleas that flanked it on either side were blooming and bright. The windows and flowers seemed to loudly stare out into the street,  assuring neighbors and passersby of a happy home, but you knew better. 

You shifted your duffel bag on your shoulder and sighed. You weren't ready to go in. The house into which your family had moved when you were in the third grade had never really been a home to you. In fact, it had been a place you had left. By choice. Granted you had paid the occasional visit, by choice. Because visits were temporary. This wasn't a visit - and the moment you walked through those doors, you would be shutting forever a chapter of your life in which, as stormy as it had been in recent days, had rescued you from the one before it.

An ugly feeling that had been brewing in the pit of your stomach since the pilot had announced that your plane was starting its decent was making itself well known as you stood outside the gate of house number 9195.

A voice snapped you out of your nauseated reverie, and as you turned to see its owner, new feelings washed over you. Better ones. In the lawn of 9197 Tiger Lily Lane stood a pretty, slim young woman with a sharply cut, silky black bob. Her catlike dark eyes were bright and intense, her face bare but lovely, and her clothes simple but strikingly presentable.

    "Y/n!" she called again, her arms extended with open palms in a gesture of embrace and inquisition.

    "Jiah!" you shouted, dropping your duffel with a thud and jogging into the ungated yard where she stood.

    No sooner were you within arm's reach than she pulled you into a tight hug, swaying you from side to side as she pressed out of you, along with all the air in your lungs, a muffled laugh. Suddenly grasping you by the shoulders, she jerked you back so she could look at you. You grabbed her arms to steady yourself, continuing to gasp out bursts of laughter as you protested.

"Jiah, hold on! Woah! I'm gonna fall!"

    "Who cares about that! I haven't seen you since...oh my god, since the summer we finished undergrad, I think? How are you? Are you going to be in town for a few days?"

You looked back over your shoulder to where two bulging suitcases stood beside your abandoned duffel, then back to Jiah's inquisitive gaze.

    "It's gonna be more than a few days, Ji."

    She squeezed your shoulder as she cocked her head to the side.

    "Wait, are you moving back?"

    You mustered a weary, uncertain smile.

    "Surprise!" you offered weakly. Her smile faded, lips drawing into a pensive purse.

    "You haven't even been in there yet, have you?" she asked gravely, her eyes searching yours, hand still on your shoulder. You shook your head, lowering your gaze groundward. She sighed.

    "Alright, c'mon," she said suddenly, marching toward your pile of luggage.

    She grabbed the duffel and tossed it at you, wheeling the other two bags up the driveway behind her.

    "You're coming with me for now. We have some catching up to do."

You didn't protest as you followed her over the threshold of the Jeon household for the first time in a long while.

    Linen. Every house has its very own unique scent - one that draws you into its aura, for good or ill, and wraps you in all of the memories and feelings it has afforded you; it can take you back to a moment in time, and who you were in that moment, unmistakable and fleeting - a smoke ring of a portal to a previous reality. Jiah's house smelled like linen. And lilacs? Something floral, but even more delicate.

You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes as you stood just inside the door. The sick feeling in your stomach began to shrink. Every muscle in your body began to soften. You could hear the laughter of years ago. You could feel the bubbly schoolgirl giddiness of slumber parties under forts of sheets. Movie nights with cartons of takeout. Summer afternoons laying in the grass and tossing lazy wishes up at puffy white clouds. 

    "Y/n? Have you even been listening to me?"

You opened your eyes and blinked at Jiah, who was standing in front of you with two bottles of grapefruit IPA and a look of mild annoyance.

    "Sorry," you offered with a sheepish smile, slipping off your shoes, and traded the duffel in your right hand for one of the beers in answer to the question you had missed.

You followed her into the living room and plopped down next to her on a pretty white couch you didn't recognize, taking a long, wheaty swig from your bottle. She folded her legs up under herself and turned toward you, fixing you with earnest, expectant eyes. You raised an eyebrow quizzically.

    "Well, aren't you gonna tell me?" she pressed.

You smiled to yourself. Always so direct, Jeon Jiah. Even with half a decade stretching between this moment and the last you spent together, things were the very same. You were the Libra - the dramatic, messy one. The one with a heart full of dreams and a head in the clouds. She was the Capricorn with the strong sense of direction and the practical perspective. You always seemed to be in a quandary and she never failed to have a hard take on the situation. You sighed, taking another long sip of beer.

    "Have we really talked at all since freshman year of undergrad?" Jiah shook her head.

    While you had fought like hell to get out of Bellpond - even if it meant chasing your father's dreams of law school instead of your own - Jiah, who desperately wanted to join you in New York, had set aside her own longings to attend a local college while helping the family store survive the recession. Telling her the truth of what happened was going to be painful. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, trying to transcend the assumption that what you were about to say would let her down.

    "It was a guy, wasn't it?"

You shot wide eyes up at her, mouth agape at her sudden interjection. 

"What?" she pressed with a shrug as she sipped her own beverage,

"That's always what it is with you."

    You blinked, trying to form some sort of protest while failing to find any evidence in memory to counter her claims. You settled for a rueful smile and a huff. 

    "I guess I always have had pretty terrible taste in men," you conceded.

    "Pretty terrible?" she pushed, her face pinching into a comically overt censoriousness. "It's like your number one turn-on is red flags!"

    "Hey!" you rebutted, launching yourself at her shoulder in a playful shove, and sloshing her beer in the process.

You froze in panic as she glanced down at her dampened cardigan, and then at you.

    "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!"

You jumped up and backed away, holding your hands outstretched in front of you as she stood up and slowly and menacingly advanced toward you. 

    "This is my favorite sweater," she hissed in a whisper.

    "Jiah, I didn't mean too, I'm sorry!" you whined, manic laughter punctuating your words as you backed around the coffee table.

    "It has lady bugs on the bottom," she hissed again, eyes narrowing as she raised the right hem to gesticulate at the embroidered insects in question.

    "And they're very cute," you placated, hands still raised in self defense. "Look, I said I was - Aaahh!!"

    She lunged at you mid-sentence, and you shrieked, tripping over your own feet in an attempt to flee and you toppled, one after the other, in a heap on the plush carpet. Before you could find out if your friend was in fact as strong as she had been in high school, the front door swung open and a familiar voice filled the room.

    "Jeon Jiah, get up off the floor and help your imo with all these damn groceries! I had to - AHHHH!"

    You looked up at the figure in the door as she let out a high-pitched squeal of delight. She was a petite bombshell of a woman in her early fifties, who, had you not known otherwise, you wouldn't have pegged for a day over forty. Bright and expertly executed makeup adorned her features - softer and rounder than Jiah's. Her permed dark hair was pulled up in a colorful bohemian wrap, and she wore compression pants, neon orange Nike's, and a crop top with a print of Joan Jett flipping the bird. She had dropped the bags of citrus and apples she had been carrying, sending the fruits rolling across the floor.

    "Aebeolle!" She shrieked, running forward, and bending down to pull you up by your armpits into a half-stand so she could crush you in a hug. 

    "Rosie!" You propped yourself up on your knees so that you could wrap your arms around the tiny woman's middle.

    Imo to her niece and nephew, she was Rosie to everyone else. While Jiah's mother had been the responsible one, staying out of trouble, and working in the family store after school, Rosie had been the wild child. Smart as a whip but with no patience for the system, Rosie had dropped out of high school at seventeen and jumped on a tour bus the following summer as the groupie of a grunge band. She hadn't looked back until Christmas Eve of 1999, when her whole world was shattered by a phone call.

She had taken the next flight back to the hometown she had promised to never set foot in again so that by Christmas morning she could have her niece and nephew in wrapped her arms. She left behind her life in the fast lane to take over running the Jeon's store and raise her sister's kids in their family home. 

She had been there for you, too. On those nights you climbed out of your window, a backpack slung over your shoulder stuffed with clothes and a toothbrush, to tap softly on their front door. On the following mornings she had filled your stomach with warm, hearty dakjuk and fluffy slices of milk bread, and let you watch cartoons as she worked out the knots clinging to your neglected hair. She offered the warmest hugs, the softest words of direction, and the loudest cheers of praise. She had always called you "aebeolle" which was Korean for "caterpillar", and she had always given you the nurture you needed to survive. If she hadn't, you weren't sure where you would have come by it.

    "What are you doing here? You finally paying us a visit?" she asked, clapping her hands to your cheeks.

    "She was about to tell me about how some guy wrecked her life. Again."

Jiah interjected, earning herself a smack on the shoulder.

    "Jiah, you brat!" Rosie chided, as she helped you to your feet.

She glanced up at you through fake lashes.

"You really do have the worst taste in men, though."

    You sighed in defeat.

    "Ugh, you two," you blustered, "Where is Jungkook when I need backup?"

    "Headed this way, for the summer, actually," Rosie remarked as she collected the fruit strewn across the floor.

    "So he decided to slum it, huh?" Jiah huffed, "I thought he was going to Ontario, or wherever the heck that last girl he met at that festival was from."

    Rosie shrugged, shaking her head with a smile.

    "I've lost track," she chuckled.

    You blinked.

    "Wait, wait, wait...are we talking about the same person?" You asked, holding a hand up in disbelief. "Jungkook. Your little brother. Tiny. Shy as hell. Looks like the weight of his head is gonna topple him over. Bunny rabbit teeth....is a lady's man?"

    "Well, not strictly," Rosie hummed, hoisting a bag of produce onto the counter. "His sophomore year in Paris there was that one guy...what was his name?"

    "Taehyung," Jiah offered, shedding her sweater and draining her beer.

    "Right, right," Rosie nodded. "I liked him. Too bad."

    Your mouth hung open. Jiah wrinkled her nose.

    "You're gonna catch flies that way," she remarked sardonically. 

    "I...I just cannot believe what I'm hearing. Jungkook. In my mind he will forever be the tiny gremlin I have to keep bailing out of trouble."

    Rosie smiled. Jiah scoffed.

    "Well, he's still a gremlin, if you ask me," she sniffed, chucking the beer bottles in the recycling bin.

    "When does he get back?" You asked.

Rosie shook her head as she divided the groceries between the cupboards and the fridge.

    "He's on his bike so, barring any unexpected stops - which are definitely not out of the picture - he should be here in the next couple of days. Probably by the weekend."

    You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around the newly acquired image of you and Jiah's childhood tag-a-long. Rosie approached you with a picture pulled up on her phone.

    "Look at him," she said with a smile, sliding the device into your hand.

    You blinked at the picture on the screen. There he stood - much taller than you remembered - a girl under each arm, filling out a pair of ripped jeans, a black tank, and an ascot. A fringe brushed the tops of his eyes, while the top half of his dark waves were bound back in a little bun. His right arm was covered in tattoos. He was grinning from ear to ear, with that same toothy smile you had committed to memory.

   "That's just crazy," you murmured, shaking your head, before handing Rosie's phone back to her. 

    "He's going to be thrilled to see you. I think he has a lot of happy memories from when you three were kids just banging around town together," Rosie remarked as she continued to sort the groceries.

    You smiled to yourself. You certainly did. You glanced at your bags by the door.

    "I guess I should get going," you murmured without conviction.

    "Not yet, not until I've fed you," Rosie responded, not skipping a beat as she began to pile the ingredients for bibimbap on the kitchen island.

You smiled to yourself. Rosie to the rescue, as always.

    "Okay, if you're gonna twist my arm," you sighed dramatically as you pulled up a stool on the other side of the kitchen island, followed by Jiah who grabbed the carrots and a peeler.

    You reached for a huge zucchini squash and knife. Jiah shot you some side-eye.

    "You're not getting out of telling us about the big debacle, you know. Time to 'fess up."

    "Yep, spill," Rosie concurred as she prepped the rice cooker.

    You heaved another sigh. Might as well get it over with, you thought. But for some reason, the words stuck in your throat, unable to come out. You looked at your hands, shaking as they tried to steady the knife over the squash. You couldn't do this. Not right now. Not yet.

    You let the knife clatter to the cutting board and scrubbed your hands over your face. 

    "Y/n?" Jiah asked, leaning over to look at you, "Are you okay?"

    You drew your hands from your face and looked up at her with tired eyes. She and Rosie had traded their teasing glances for expressions of concern. You gripped the edge of the counter to stop your stupid hands from trembling.

    "It's really not a fun story, you guys," you said slowly, trying your best to sound casual, "You're not missing out."

    Rosie reached over the kitchen island to clasp your hands.

    "No worries, aebeolle. We can talk about it some other time. For now, just stick to slicing up this zucchini and forget about that other one!"

    She shot you a wink as she cracked open a tupperware of marinated beef.

    "Imo! My god!" Jiah protested with a grimace as you and Rosie burst into a fit of giggles.

    It was all laughter and shots of soju and teasing Jiah about being a prude until you were gathered around the table with steaming bowls of goodness in front of you. Rosie closed her eyes and threw up rock-on signs with both hands.

    "May Stevie Nicks bless this food," she murmured before snapping up her chopsticks to snag a mandu and pop it into her mouth.

    You took a heaping bite of bibimbap, your whole body relaxing as the flavors and warmth returned you to a simpler time. Another wave of nostalgia washed over you as images of three little hungry kids fighting over the last piece of fried chicken replaced the scene before you. Your eyes wandered to the empty chair beside Rosie. There was a missing piece in the picture of comfort you had always found in the Jeon residence - a missing piece in the shape of round head bearing a pair of giant doe eyes that would light up when he'd win and water-up when he'd lose, and little short legs that ran faster than the longer ones, and a bright smile that was all innocence and central incisors.

You smiled fondly as long-dormant memories continued to appear like little spring flowers of the mind. Jungkook had perfectly completed your little trio, because though Jiah was your best friend, you and he had always understood each other in a way that came so easily. You didn't mind that everything brought him to tears, or that he invested himself so earnestly in even the smallest of his joys. You also didn't find it annoying that he wanted to tag along with the big kids, or that he hated being called a baby despite practically demanding to be treated as one. You knew in a way Jiah would only later realize that he was caught between wanting to grow up too quickly and not at all. It was the same battle between longings that waged war in your own heart, along with so many others who in some way had to raise themselves.

    "How's the oi muchim?" Rosie's question roused you from your reverie.

    "Amazing, like everything," you answered, waving your chopsticks over the spread of banchan.

    "I made it a little spicier this time," the older woman said, sampling the cucumbers again herself. "Trying to get these staples just right before the new place opens."

    "New place? Another store?" You asked, helping yourself to more sukju namul. 

    Rosie's eyes shone, a proud smile tugging at her lips as she gave her answer.

    "A restaurant, actually."

    Your jaw dropped.

    "You're finally doing it!?"

    Rosie leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms, nodding at her niece.

    "It's all Jiah's doing. She's taking care of all the logistics, I'm just figuring out the menu."

    "Well, if you need help, I'm in between gigs at the moment," you added eagerly.

    Rosie clapped her hands and wiggled in her chair.

    "We would love the help! We've only just started hiring some staff. So far there's one person to wait tables and someone running the kitchen."

    Jiah let out a huff. You quirked an eyebrow in her direction, and she appraised you with a look of wistful discouragement.

    "Too bad you can't cook, or I'd boot him out tomorrow."

    "Who?"

    "The chef," she sneered.

    "Speaking of, Jiah-ie," Rosie remarked over the food in her cheek, "How is Seokjin doing these days?"

The older woman chewed back a poorly concealed smirk as she glanced up at her niece, whose lips curled scornfully.

    "One day, I'll kill him, I swear," she grumbled, shoveling rice into her mouth as if she was punishing it with every bite.

You glanced over at your friend, then at Rosie, who wiggled her eyebrows as she took a sip from her glass.

    "Seokjin...not Kim Seokjin?" you asked. 

    "Yeeeeep," Jiah affirmed bitterly.

    "He's a cook?"

    Rosie nodded.

    "And darn good at it. The only thing he's better at is pissing off this one right here," she remarked with a smirk as she gestured toward her glowering niece.

  You smiled to yourself as Jiah started off on what would likely be a lengthy rant at the young man's expense. Seokjin, or Jin, as he was more commonly known, had attended the same small high school as you and Jiah. In a body of four-hundred students, everyone had played a well-known role - and while she had been the straight-laced valedictorian, he was the class clown. Natural enemies who found the other beyond comprehension, the bulk of the ire had always been on Jiah's side, while Jin had seemed to find her as amusing as he did inexplicable. The concept of the two of them attempting to run a business together was the stuff of sitcoms.

His ongoing feud with Jiah notwithstanding, it didn't really surprise you that he had tucked himself into the Jeons' life. His father owned most of the agricultural land in the surrounding area, and with his older brother having been slated since birth to take over the family empire, Jin had enjoyed a freedom of direction that found him often seeking out the phenomenon of being needed...and people always needed a laugh. But laughter is momentary, and Rosie, having the heart for strays that she did, always provided something more permanent.

    "So now we're probably going to have to keep Jungkook at the store, because you know how they get when they're together," Jiah tiraded on.

    "They don't get along anymore?" you asked, a bit crestfallen at the thought. 

    "The opposite," Rosie chuckled, "You put them in the same room and those dorks turn into a couple of puppies. They broke the back screen door roughhousing last Chuseok. Plowed right through it."

    You snickered at the thought.

    "But Jungkook is darn well gonna contribute while he's here," your friend asserted as she stood to clear the table, still on her agenda about the restaurant launch, "Not just cruise around finding pretty people to sketch between make-out sessions."

    Rosie waved a hand dismissively.

    "He's always willing to pitch in. But it's summer, and he's young, so don't you go all drill sergeant on him." 

     Jiah scoffed.

    "Sure, it's summer, but there's a lot to get done between now and opening, and -"

    "AND," Rosie interrupted, "I expect you to have some fun as well, young lady! Especially now that Y/n is back. You two better do a decent amount of carousing."

    "Carousing?" Jiah asked with a grimace, directing horrified eyes in your direction.

    You let out another laugh.

    "She's got a point, Rosie. I don't think anyone has caroused in quite some time."

    Rosie rolled her eyes, crossing to the sink and running the tap.

    "Well," she rejoined, undeterred, "Whatever it is they're calling it these days, you two better be doing plenty of it! Give your imo some fun to live through vicariously, why don't you?"

    Jiah shook her head, crossing her arms over her chest.

    "And, you," she said, pointing a sudsy wooden spoon in your direction, "Should just stay here for the night. Take Jungkook's room. Then you can rest and be ready for...you know. Tomorrow."

    You accepted the invitation with very little hesitation. It was a relief, and Rosie knew. She had always known. You shot a text to excuse your absence that you doubted was actually necessary and lugged your things down the hall and into the last bedroom on the left.

    The rest of the night was spent stuffed onto the little couch with bowls of ice cream while the three of you shrieked and slapped each other's arms and kick your feet watching reruns of The Golden Girls. It was nearly midnight by the time you slipped under the sheets of the full-sized mattress in the smallest bedroom.

    Though your eyes were heavy with exhaustion, you couldn't help but glance around at the walls and shelves, filled with scented candles, and action figures, Polaroids, and an incredible number of charcoal and graphite sketches. There were drawings of buildings, trees, cars, and people. And though there was little variation in color, the vitality and emotion that sparked along each line drew you from piece to piece. Your eyes drifted over a particular drawing - a girl's lower face - the tip of a nose, lips slightly parted, and her chin tilting upward. It might have been the delirium of your tired mind, but something about it seemed familiar. You stretched for a recollection just out of reach as you slipped past memory and into slumber.

    Weight. The first thing you registered as your mind began to again become aware of its physical trappings was a heaviness. At first your hazy consciousness likened it to blankets, then to the heaviness of a sleep without dreams...safety...security...

    And then something brushed the skin of your stomach under your shirt, drawing a hum out of you as your eyes fluttered open, and what they saw had you frozen in place. An arm. A large, muscular arm covered in dark ink was snaked around your waist, hand slipped under the hem of your sleep tee.

    Fight or flight mode suddenly triggered, you snapped up and pushed yourself away from the body attached to the limb, letting out a shout as you kicked your legs, and only catching a glimpse of dark hair and grey sweatpants as the intruder rolled off the bed and hit the carpet with a loud thud. You jumped off the other side of the bed before you could think, tangling your legs in sheets that brought you tumbling down onto your ass. Before you could thrash free of the bedding, a groaning figure peered with large, dark eyes from the other side of the bed. Dark, wild waves framing his sleepy head like a halo, and wide, round eyes still bleary with sleep, the young man passed tattooed hand over his mouth to wipe the remnants of drool away as he blinked at you from across the room.

    "J...Jungkook?!" you choked out in surprise and confusion, struggling to your feet.

    "You kicked me..." he groaned, his features taking on an injured look as he stooped to rub his thigh.

    "Why...when..."

    "Imo told me to wake you up for breakfast," he pouted.

You scrubbed your hands over your eyes. Same damn baby-faced expression. Huge, bulky man. With tattoos...and a lip ring? This Pokémon had leveled up. Maybe twice. And that was all your brain could register as your heart rate descended from two hundred beats per minute and the heavy fog of an interrupted sleep cycle began to dissipate. You tossed the sheet back onto the bed, and as your eyes flicked back to his face you noticed his had dropped a little lower. Registering with horror that you were in a thin cotton nightshirt with nothing underneath, you snatched up the sheet again, clutching it to your chest. What the fuck was happening?

    "Rosie told you to wake me up, so you decided to spoon me?" You asked incredulously as your embarrassment quickly morphed into agitation.

    Jungkook's eyes widened as they flew up to yours, seemingly caught off guard by the edge in your tone.

    "No, noona...it wasn't like that!" he said, standing to his full height, his brow creasing defensively.

    He was pretty fucking tall. His white tee and grey sweats did little to hide the fact that he was also pretty fucking big. Exasperated by these unbidden acknowledgements that had your brain buffering, you snapped a little again.

    "Then what was it like? You had your hand up my shirt, Kook!" 

    Your voice had unintentionally softened at his nickname, and he caught it, biting back a grin as you hugged the sheet over you just a little more snugly. 

    "It was kind of your fault, noona," he smirked, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. 

    You shot him a quizzical and unamused look.

    "I came in here to wake you up and you pulled me into bed. You kept calling me someone else's name...and..." he giggled, "'Baby', and you kept insisting we sleep for just five more minutes."

    You gaped at him in horror.

     "You pulled my arm over you," he continued, now a bit smugly, "And I had literally just woken up, so...being so comfy...well, I guess I fell back to sleep with you."

    You could feel the heat in your face. You had a history of pretty intense sleep talking, but you hadn't experienced it to that extent in years. You considered that you must have slept deeply as you stammered your apology.

    "Oh my god, Jungkook...I'm so sorry - that's horrifying - I didn't mean to..." 

    The younger man just laughed in response, breaking into his signature luminous smile. His eyes glimmered.

    "Didn't mean to steal my bed, demand cuddles, and then beat the heck out of me?"

    You let out a sigh.

    "Sorry."

He nodded, a little smile still tugging at his lips.

    "I accept your apology for the bruises...but not the cuddles. Those were nice."

    He threw a wink over his shoulder as he headed for the door, and you tossed a pillow and a string of expletives after him as he jogged, giggling, toward the kitchen. Still flustered and a bit thrown, you changed into real clothes before joining the others in the breakfast table. Rosie was placing mayak eggs alongside the piles of bacon and pancakes as you pulled out a chair next to Jiah.

    "You slept well! You must have been exhausted," Rosie remarked, handing you a mug of coffee.

    "Yeah, must have," Jungkook quipped with a smirk as he snagged three strips of bacon.

    You shot him a warning look as you stabbed demonstratively into a stack of pancakes, but his grin only deepened.

    "I thought you weren't supposed to be back until the weekend," you addressed him coolly.

    "Mm," he took a sip of orange juice. "I actually wasn't really supposed to be back until next week. I expected to head north to see a friend but she ended up being out of town, so I just came straight back."

    "A friend, huh?" Jiah crooned patronizingly, as she twirled a fork in his direction.

    Her brother nodded.

    "The same one you were talking to on the phone very loudly when you came in last night?"          

Jungkook scrunched his nose, sticking out the tip of his tongue in her direction.

    "Wow," she drawled, "How very adult of you. And for the record, friends don't call each other 'baby'."

    Jungkook snickered, glancing at you again before he mumbled, "Some friends do..."

    "So, Jiah - " you practically shouted, as you turned toward her in a desperate bid to change the topic of conversation, "You gonna show me the new place today, or what?"

    "The restaurant? If you let her drag you out there, she'll put you to work and you'll never be seen again," Jungkook hummed over an entire egg that he had pocketed in his cheek, casting teasing eyes up at his sister, who smiled back wickedly.

    "You know, Kookie, it's just so good to have you home! We needed someone who puts in those gym hours to do a bit of the heavy lifting." 

    Jungkook flashed another smile, puffing his chest and massaging his pectorals as Jiah feigned a gag.

    You chuckled, and Jungkook grinned as he tucked into his pancakes.

    Watching the two of them bicker and catch up, you realized that things felt a bit more whole again - familiar, if different. You considered that maybe the three of you could all fall back into stride. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.

    After breakfast you gathered your things to head next door. You tried to slip out quietly, to avoid Rosie stalling you any further, but Jungkook caught you as he was coming around from the garage, an oil towel in his grease-stained hands.

    "You leaving?" he asked with a tinge of disappointment.

    "I can't over-stay my welcome," you shrugged, smiling wryly.

    His face took on a serious expression.

    "You know you're always welcome here, yeah? It's good to have you back," he pressed earnestly.

    You nodded, touched because you knew he meant it and that the other two members of his family shared the same sentiment. Jungkook wiped his hands on the towel casting a look over at the house next door. 

    "You staying there?"

    You nodded. His brow creased and the corners of his mouth turned down.

    "Okay. You can come here whenever."

    "I know," you said softly.

    His eyes looked worried and uncertain. You dropped your bag and pulled him into a hug. 

    "It's so good to see you again, Jungkook-ah," you murmured, dropping your head against his chest.

    His arms squeezed around you in return. He had always preferred to talk with his body instead of his words. Every playful punch, or little shove, or squeeze of his hand carried a message. This one meant it was good to see you too.

    As you waved goodbye you counted the Jeons' welcome among your blessings - not everything you had left behind would be so welcome to recall. But, life hadn't left you with many choices. So you began the long walk to the house next door.

-End Chapter 1-

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Bite The Hand

Astarion x F! Dark Urge

18+ feelings developing, sad durge stuff, bondage, roughness, fingering (f!) oral (f!), p-in-v, slight ass play, blood drinking, two bloodthirsty idiots falling for eachother

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"You're sure?"

Her eyes heavy, but trusting. "Yes, wrists bound."

He had been trying to get her to spend the night with him again, though he would never admit how eager he had been.

He had become quite infatuated with her. Them being, well, together. Whatever that means. Even talking her through her little murder attempt. His murder attempt. Gods would anything ever be simple.

When he would dance around the subject of spending time alone together again he would see her jaw clench just slightly. Maybe another night. She'd reassure.

He understood her hesitation, of course. Hells she had tried to kill him in his sleep not long ago. But despite himself, he wanted to be near her. To spend time with her, away from the others.

Though her base nature was sinister, she shined with goodness. Honestly, she could do with more mean, in his opinion. Though he had been coming to understand it was a concentrated effort for her.

Only in small moments she would allow herself to dip into her malicious nature and it drove him mad. And Gods, the way she kissed him... lips plush, heavenly. She was designed to ruin men like him. He was hopelessly enthralled.

So when she had finally relented and agreed to spend the night with him, his chest thrilled. With one catch.

"Darling, I hardly think that's necessary. You know I ask before I bite."

The corner of her mouth twitched in a smile. Eyes lightened slightly. He preened at making her brighten.

"I'm serious asshole," He breathed a laugh. "It would give me peace of mind, at least."

Her eyes softening again. "I do want to spend time with you, truly. I just dont trust myself right now." Tears threatening the corners.

"I would never forgive myself if I-"

"Oh, hush," He soothed, pulling her into him gently. "I'll do it, dont worry." He murmured into her hair. Tiger lily. Blood orange. Gods, even her scent was like a drug. He resisted burying his face in her.

With the nightly insect song outside his tent, he teased her. Revelled in her.

Sitting cross legged on the floor of his tent, her wrists being expertly bound by him. He hovered around her, making like it was a sensual thing they had agreed to. Making it a game. He purred sweet words in her ear, fingers working. Vexed her. Savoured in her blush.

"You're so full of it." She laughed, the tips of her ears deliciously flushed.

He pulled his hand to his chest, mock offended. "Darling, the only thing I am full of is your hot blood." He admonished. She snorted, her foot gently kicking his side.

He had kept focus on his technique but found it difficult. The sight of her long slender hands. Silk soft. Patterns of vitiligo, light and dark. Claws long and sharp. Delicate but deadly, being bound by him.

"You seem... distracted." She smiled, a wicked gleam in her eye.

He shot her a look, only making her smile wider. Rearranged to be sitting on her knees, back arched just slightly. Oh he loved when she got like this.

"What makes you say that, my sweet?" He intoned, caging her thighs between his, rope twisting and pulling.

"You know," She leaned forward, lips delicately tickling his neck. Her heat permeating him. "You're not as slick as you think you are."

He held back a shiver as she ghosted her lips against his skin, trailing up to his ear. Her sweet voice a deadly tonic.

"You have tells, frywm wlas." He squeezed her thighs between his at the pet name.

She had teased previously that he was so pale that he was fresh snow, repeated it back to him in infernal. That she loved to see him drenched in blood in the same way. Hells below, that had fed his nighttime fantasies for weeks.

Hundreds of years of seduction had made him a master, but her... she was something else.

"These really should be behind my back you know." She mused, testing the strength of his work as he finished. Hands resting in her lap. Seemed impressed by the intricate ties.

"While I dont doubt that you can do untold damage with all of your limbs tied, I think this should be sufficient." He absentmindedly pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes soft. Seemed about to say something then bit it back.

"Please, indulge me." He murmured, a delicate prodding. Hand trailing to cup her cheek.

She sighed into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. "Its just, you're so gentle. I've been... well, I dont know if I've ever been touched this way."

His dead heart ached. Struck again by how similar they were.

"Is it okay? The touching, I mean." He whispered.

Her eyes seemed to swim in thought. "I think so. It feels good."

She relaxed, eyes closing again. "I dont feel sick when you touch me. It's a nice break."

His eyebrows threaded together in confusion. Sick?

Another spear through him. "Caron," He tested, "How do you usually feel?"

Her eyes opened in a flash, realizing that she had divulged something that she hadn't meant to. Lips forming a thin line.

Her eyes tried to escape his but he wouldn't let her slip away. "Caron?"

"It hurts, all the time. The nausea is worse." She shook her head gently. "I'm more used to it now, can push it to the back of my mind easier."

He wanted to say something comforting, something profound. But no words would be enough.

"It only stops when I kill. When there's violence." She smiled sadly. "Luckily there's been a lot of that lately. Imagine if we lived in a little house in Lower City... the carnage."

Her effort to lighten the mood struck him a third time. Was... he in her dreaming of the future? Felt a swell in his chest.

"Astarion?" She questioned softly. He realized he hadn't said anything. Leaving her in silence.

"I should go, this was a bad idea." She flustered quietly, started to stand.

He grabbed her hands. "Please," Eyes boring into hers. "Please dont go."

Her eyes went wide, seeing something in his expression, in the strain in his words.

"You dont have to be alone." He pulled her back.

"I dont have to be alone." Shakily, more to himself. The truth.

"And isnt it terrifying?" She smiled knowingly, tears in the corners of her eyes. Sinking back down to him.

His eyes flashed to hers. "Yes."

Pulled her strong into a kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, the softest cry. Turning her head to slot perfectly into him.

His hands in her hair, gripping her waist, her hips. He finally had something, someone. Drinking her in, gorging himself on her soft body.

Needing more, his hands met the front of her tunic, fingers flashing the buttons open.

Trailed his mouth to her neck, the space under her ear, the space where her jaw began.

Her little gaspy breaths permeated his mind. The haze of lust blinding.

"Well I'd like to help, but.." She breathed, could hear the smile in her voice. Tied hands mock straining.

"If you touched me right now I'd go mad." He warned, voice low.

Heard her breath catch. Her pupils widening to saucers.

He pulled her tunic off, now only draped helplessly around her arms. The sight of her soft flesh, ridged spikes leading him down. Her full breasts, the soft curve of her belly, the dip of her waist.

He groaned, low in his throat.

Hungry mouth encasing her hard peak, fingers pinching and rolling the other.

She arched hard into him, the skin of her sternum caressing his clavicle. Shocked again by how soft she was. Lamb's ear.

He laved his tongue up and down her nipple, panting. Already engorged by his devotion.

She writhed beneath him, pushing her chest up into his mouth. Little pleading moans. Legs wrapping around his hips.

Feeling the muscles encasing his hips he moaned. Her legs were deadly strong, he knew. Had watched her kick down a double door with ease to get in a burning building. It would take very little effort for her to gain the upper hand.

But she didn't, just clung to him like a buoy in a storm. If his touch was a relief, he'd give her as much as he could.

His fingers trailed down her front, finding her leggings offering resistance.

"Gods, why aren't you naked already?" He groaned in frustration, yanking the damned things off her plush hips.

"And whose fault is that?" She gasped between his harsh pulls.

"You're right." Leaning forward to purr in her ear. "In the future I'd prefer you come to my tent in just my camp shirt."

"Deal." She licked and bit at his ear, now within her reach.

He shuddered, much to her delight. A little triumphant moan directly in his ear.

His limbs on fire he flipped her onto her belly, her tied hands above her head. Pulled her hips up hard. Seeing the wetness already flowing out of her in rivulets.

"I warned you." He groaned low to her gasp.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do..." She teased, waving her ass back and forth at him.

He growled deep in his chest, diving on her. His mouth seeking and ravenous on her cunt.

She swore in infernal, hips quaking. Her tied hands pounding down against the ground. She pushed into him harder, hips greedy.

He was gone against her, tongue lapping and hot. A frenzy. Hooking his arm around her as her hips threatened to give out. Suckling down around her hard clit, nibbling. Smiling into her as he heard more vulgar language.

Finally coming up for air he teased his two fingers inside her, other hand gently circling her tight asshole. Reveling in the little gasp that left her.

"It seems like you want more, my hellion."

Her tail lashed around him in frustration, only deepening his smile.

"You're the devil, you know that right?" She groaned into her arm as his fingers curled into her.

He laughed at the irony. On his knees he trailed a hand down her spine, fingers picking up pace. She was so warm, a furnace against his body.

"Astarion," She groaned, hips driving into his hand. Oh he would never tire of the way she said his name.

"Yes?" He purred.

"If you dont fuck me right now I'm going to kill you."

Knew she meant it as a joke. Probably. The danger thrilled hot in his pelvis. Painfully aroused, he finally freed himself.

Lining himself up to her, gripping her hip. Heard her groan in pleasure at his rough hold.

Slowly he sank into her, hips already threatening to slam down. Gods she was perfect. The pressure unbelievable, the muscles of her gripping him already.

Fully buried, his eyes fluttered shut. Not even started and he was already in ecstasy.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed. Opening his eyes he saw that she had twisted to look at him. Her eyes glowing a haunting green in the dim light. He could always find them in the dark.

Fondness for her spilling in his chest he leaned forward, catching her around her neck. Pulling her up to him in a deep kiss.

Hips slowly starting to roll into her, he kiss her, savoring.

Her mewls into his mouth a sirens call, back arching against him. His hand still on her throat, applying gentle pressure. Other reaching down to swirl circles on her clit.

Could feel her body shaking, her clenches around him getting stronger. Still he kept a languid pace, hand on her neck arching up, pulling her throat free for him. But he didnt bite down. Not yet.

"I want you to bite me when I come." Her voice, dark. His hips stuttered, concentration briefly broken.

"Yes," Was the only response he could muster. His voice a groan.

Her gasps getting closer and closer, a birds eye view of her chest heaving. Hands straining against his bonds. Head thrown back against him, breathing in her scent fully. Hitting the back of his throat, making him salivate.

Hand a blur against her clit he couldn't take it anymore, needed to taste her, needed her to come all over him.

She tried to lurch forward as it hit her but he wouldn't let her escape. Hand still steady on her shrieking throat he bit down hard. Pulling her molten blood into his throat.

The supernova of pleasure in it hitting the back of his skull like a hammer. Eyes rolled so far back he thought he might go blind he released. Her vice grip around him wrenching him for all he was worth. A loud whimpering cry wet against her throat. Hand pulling her further back into him. Couldn't get enough, not ever.

Her tied hands swung back and hooked behind his head, holding him there as she writhed and begged. His hips still pushing into her. "The blood, the blood," She moaned, her voice a tempest as she clamped down around him in her final throes.

Sitting back on his haunches he let her fall into him. Her gasps against his chest.

She let her full weight against him, head lolling into the curve of his neck.

He hushed and cooed into her, one hand pulling the hair from her face, other freeing her from her restraint.

Her hands falling free she cupped the back of his head, holding him so sweetly.

"Can we lay down?" She asked, voice still little more than a breath.

"Of course." He crooned, pulling her down onto his bedroll. Laying on his side next to her.

"Oh come on," She groaned in frustration. Pulling him into her, their limbs tangling.

He blinked, about to pull away but her hand gently scratching his scalp melted him. His head coming to rest on her chest. The drum of her heartbeat a song. So so warm.

They lay like that a while, a tranquil silence. Intertwined bodies finding eachother.

"Thank you." She whispered, could hear her heart picking up speed. "For trusting me."

He huffed against her. "I could say the same. You're not uniquely troubled, you martyr." Her laugh shaking his head.

"But you're welcome. It's easy with you."

~

Part 3

[snorky]

Pastries 'n Dessert

Hey y’all! Happy Halloween if you celebrate it! If not, that’s okay, and I hope you’ve had a wonderful day. I wrote a fluffy sweet fic for y’all about Nils Höglander, one of my favorite Vancouver Canucks besides Quinn. I hope you all enjoy this! Take care of yourself!

Pairing: Nils Höglander x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: None

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Living, coexisting with Nils was one of the best things that she could list about her life. It was always a warm, relaxing, and calm moment whenever he was around her. He was the rock that grounded her. Whenever she was reading a book, relaxing with him on her couch, or making dinner for the both of them after a game, she was always content. And so was he.

He found it so peaceful when he was with her, a stark contrast to his life as a hockey player in Vancouver. She helped him whenever he needed to relax, or when he needed some support. Her smile was contagious, and it was evident whenever he was around her. She was a breath of life for him.

She moved to Vancouver for a job position that was being offered, and she met Nils on one of her first few days in the area.

“Oof—” she sputtered as she bumped into someone at the supermarket. “I’m so sorry.” She looked up at the man she accidentally bumped into. 

His warm smile immediately caught her attention. “It’s okay,” he said gently, a slight accent in his voice.

Her face warmed up at how sweet he was, and she appreciated a friendly encounter for her first time in Vancouver. It was a slightly difficult transition from her hometown to here, getting groceries being a part of it.

“Excuse me, sir?” She turned to face him before continuing her question. His hand froze as he was about to grab something off of the shelf. “Could you help me grab that, please?” She pointed at the can of baking powder that sat high on the top shelf, out of her reach.

He looked at her and smiled, before reaching up and grabbing it for her. As he handed the can of baking powder to her, he noticed how her smile was radiant.

“Thank you so much, sir,” she said as she placed the item in her basket.

He nodded and smiled, “You’re welcome, and I like your dress,”

She looked down at her dress, noticing the simple floral pattern along the hem, and turned her gaze back to the man and blushed slightly. “Thank you,”

As she walked away, she turned back to look at him again, noticing how he smiled softly at her, his cheeks slightly rosy, and she smiled back. They both parted ways in the aisle, going in opposite directions, and she thought that she’d never see him again. Just a friendly guy at the supermarket.

Standing in the flower section of the store, she wandered around, looking at all the assortments of florals. Some were simple and elegant, like a bouquet of red roses, and others were more vibrant, such as a bouquet of tiger lilies. Carefully, she picked up a bouquet full of soft peonies, and held it in her hands as she walked to pay for her groceries.

She paid and bagged her groceries, and walked out of the supermarket into the warm late-summer sun. The breeze brushed past her gently, contrasting with the warm sun like a dance on the street.

Later that evening, she went to relax in her apartment, cozying up in her pajamas on the couch. She grabbed one of her favorite novels and started reading it, getting lost in the words and pages.

When the sun remained warm and soft in the sky, she decided to go out once more, but this time to a local bakery down Main Street. The walk there was peaceful, simple, and quiet. Summer was gently fading away, and she could tell from the cool breeze that was more frequent. Trees aligned along the sidewalk still stood tall and beautiful, the soft petals of blossoming leaves slowly fading away.

Stepping inside the quaint and small bakery, the scent of freshly baked desserts engulfed her senses. She peered into the clear displays that showcased each baked good, deciding on what to pick.

As she was lost in thought, she took a step back and bumped into someone mistakenly.

“Oh—” She cursed to herself before turning around to apologize. “Pardon me, I am so sorry—” 

When she looked up, she didn’t expect to see the face of the man she had seen at the supermarket the previous day. “It’s okay,” he chuckled. “Nice to see you again.” He stuck out his hand for her to shake.

Gently taking his hand, she shook it, noticing how warm it felt in hers, and introduced herself.

“That’s a lovely name,” he said warmly. “I’m Nils.” He smiled.

“I like your name as well, Nils.”

His cheeks warmed up at the sound of how nice his name sounded when she said it, and he continued to smile. “What do you plan to get from here today?” he asked curiously. “If you don’t mind telling me of course,” he added.

She let out a friendly laugh, “I don’t mind, but I’m not sure what to get, actually,”

He nodded in understanding and looked at the displays with her, observing the baked goods that were set out. They stood next to each other, side by side in silence. It felt calm beside him, as if she could be beside him for quite a long time without discomfort.

“Should I get a blueberry scone? I’ve never tried it before,” he said, breaking the silence.

She turned to him in shock, “You’ve never tried a blueberry scone before?”

“Well, I’m not from here,” he laughed lightly, awkwardly rubbing his hand on the back of his neck. “Why don’t I order it and try it? I could get to know to know you as well,”

Her heart warmed at the idea of getting to know Nils a little better, even though she had just met him. “That sounds like a good idea, I’ll get a scone as well,”

They both waited for the bakery clerk to grab them their scones, and as they waited, the soft hum of music flowed through the air. 

She looked over to him, noticing how angelic he looked, how his cheeks were strong, and yet soft, how his hair seemed to gently fall on his face, and how his eyes were warm and sweet.

When he noticed her looking, he gave her a smile, and she awkwardly smiled back when she realized that he had noticed.

“Is there something on my face?” he chuckled lightly.

“No, no,” she blurted. “You look fine, I mean good. You look good,”

A soft pink tint covered his face as he smiled, and she became flushed in embarrassment for tripping over her own words.

After a little while, the clerk came out and took their order of two scones and placed it in a bag for the both of them. Once they rang up their order, Nils quickly pulled out his wallet to pay, and put his other hand on her wrist, gently stopping her from reaching into her bag. 

“It’s okay, I’ll pay for the both of us,” he said sweetly. She smiled and quietly thanked him.

The worker then handed the bag with their two pastries inside to Nils as he gave them the cash. “Anything else I can get for you lovely couple?”

Both Nils and her became rosy-cheeked in embarrassment for the clerk to mistake them for a couple, but they remained quiet and didn’t correct them. “That’s all for today, thank you so much,” she said kindly.

They then walked outside and sat at a small table underneath a canopy with two chairs across from each other. Nils reached into the bag, pulled out one of the scones, and handed it to her, which she accepted politely.

He carefully took a bite out of the blueberry scone, making sure not to leave crumbs everywhere, and he hummed in delight. “It’s tasty!” His eyes shone with brightness, amplifying his cheeks.

She smiled at him, enjoying his happiness over a scone. “I’m glad to hear that you think it’s good.” Taking a bite out of her own scone, she noticed the soft flavors of the blueberry within the scone and how it blended so well with the dough.

As they continued to enjoy their breakfast together, an easy conversation flowed between them like warm butter. Small talk about their morning and simple introductions seemed necessary for a proper first-time meeting.

“I remember you said you’re not from here, Nils.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin, removing any excess crumbs. “Where are you from? If you don’t mind telling me,”

He chuckled at how polite she was, but truly, he appreciated her manners. “I’m from Sweden,” he said happily. 

Her smile expressed fascination, “That’s lovely!” she beamed. “How is it there?”

“It’s amazing! Where I’m from it’s usually colder in the winter and I can spend time outdoors.” He spoke with such a genuine smile that made her smile as well. “What about yourself?”

“Oh, well I’m not from here, but I came here for a job I was looking for,” she paused, “Actually, I just moved here a couple of days ago.”

His head tilted in interest as she talked with his face bright. “So you’re new to Vancouver?”

Nodding her head, she responded, “Yes, I am.”

“Well I’m here to help you around if you need it,” he said warmly.

She smiled at his kindness, and they both continued to enjoy the warm morning and their breakfast. It was a comfortable silence, not awkward, and they felt like they could get used to it quickly. Nils didn’t mind the silence, but he had a slight preference for her voice. And what he didn’t know was that she enjoyed him talking as well.

As they finished up their food, they both knew they didn't want to separate, despite their schedules forcing them to. He could tell that she wanted to stay a little longer, the way she slightly hesitated to get up and walk away from him, and how she seemed sullen to leave.

“I’m sorry if this is an—” he paused as she looked at him curiously, “—invasive question?” She tilted her head in slight confusion and hoped that he’d go on. “May I have your phone number? I’d like to spend more time with you,” he blushed.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded. “Of course, Nils. I enjoyed spending time with you today.” Her own face blushed, her heart slowly falling for him.

After she put her phone number into his phone, they both parted ways with a friendly hug, and to their sadness, walked away from each other in different directions. She looked back once more, and saw that he too was looking back. He waved at her, a simple gesture that seemed to mean so much to her. Waving back, she saw his smile, and her heart seemed to dance.

When she returned to her apartment, she realized that she hadn’t gotten Nils’ number, but he had hers. Disappointment slowly swirled around her, hoping that he was genuine about wanting to spend more time with her.

She slumped onto her couch, grabbing the book that she was reading to distract herself from the disappointment and worry that was simmering inside of her. After a few hours flew by past her, she was snapped out of her book by a call from an unknown number.

Picking up the phone, she answered with a slightly nervous tone. “Hello?”

“Hey, this is Nils by the way. I wanted to call you to check if you got home safe? I know it’s a little late, which I’m sorry for. I had hockey practice a few minutes after we left and I had just gotten home.”

She could tell that he was genuine, even through the phone. “I got home safe Nils, and you don’t have to apologize,”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he became silent for a brief moment, collecting his thoughts. “Oh, and I hope you had a nice time earlier today, I really enjoyed it.”

“I did enjoy it, very much so, and I’m happy to hear that you enjoyed it as well,”

Her heart seemed to fall for him quicker than she thought, but quickly, she pushed her feelings aside, justifying it as her being in a new place and finding someone she enjoyed.

They both continued to talk on the phone for a little while longer, but once again, they had to part ways.

“I really enjoyed talking to you again Nils,”

“I enjoyed talking to you as well,” he hesitated slightly before adding, “it’s always lovely talking to you,”

She blushed once more and smiled, “As for you too, Nils, I’ll see you again.”

As the call ended, she relaxed on her couch, a permanent smile on her face it seemed as she thought about him. He just seemed so sweet and kind to be around and to know as a person.

Over the next few months, she grew closer to Nils, spending more time around him, whether it be for lunch or coffee, and on some occasions, at his place relaxing. She felt like she had known Nils for ages, learning more about his family and personal life, as well as being able to feel comfortable and safe around him.

Winter came around, snow started to fall in Vancouver. Nils became busy on the ice, netting plenty of goals and assists, and she celebrated each and every one of them with him after his games. 

“Nils! You did amazing tonight!” She pulled him into a hug as he walked into her apartment after the 5-2 win against Seattle, shaking the snow off of his boots.

He laughed as he hugged her back, wrapping his arms around her. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”

It was almost a tradition by now that he would come over to her place after a home game, win or lose, and enjoy some food that they prepared together. When he was gone for an away game, he’d call her from his hotel room and talk about his day with her, and she’d listen to him talk.

“Nils, could you pass me the cold butter, please?” She asked as she stirred the mixture of flour, baking powder, sugar, baking soda, and salt together.

He walked over to her fridge, opened it, and knew where she put everything by heart. As he grabbed the butter and walked over to her, he noticed how truly lovely she looked, illuminated only by the soft golden glow of the cooktop light.

“Do you want me to cube the butter?” His voice was quiet, almost shy even, and she caught on. Almost.

“That’d be lovely, thank you,” she said, looking over to him. “You know my recipe well it seems,” 

He gave her a sheepish smile, before placing the butter down on the cutting board to cut it into small cubes. They continued to work together in silence, occasionally broken by her humming her favorite song or Nils asking a simple question on what to do.

After she finished kneading the biscuit dough with some buttermilk Cand placed it in the fridge, she started making the strawberries, first cutting them up carefully into smaller, bite-sized pieces. Nils watched her carefully, making sure that she would accidentally injure herself, although he knew she wouldn’t. When she finished slicing the strawberries, she coated them in a good amount of sugar, stirring it in to allow the flavors to be more sweet.

As she placed the bowl to the side, she started wiping down the counter, cleaning the flour and anything that spilled. Nils offered and tried to help her wipe down the counter, but she wouldn’t allow it. “Nils, please,” she looked at him with sincerity, “allow me to do it, you can go rest on the couch and relax since you’ve played such an amazing game tonight,”

The way she looked at him made him feel warm inside, his heart melting. He felt like he was in love, but he knew he had been for a long time now. It’s just that now, he realized it so clearly. He hummed as he nodded, walking over to her couch and resting on it, allowing his muscles to relax.

When she was done cleaning, she walked over to Nils resting on the couch, and sat beside him. He looked at her, vulnerable and almost worried, and she noticed. “Nils, what’s wrong?”

He knew he should just relax and enjoy the night, just like any other night he had spent at her apartment after a game. But when he looked at her again, he felt like he could barely speak.

“I’m okay,” he spoke quietly. “I’m just tired, that’s all.”

She gently placed her hand on his forehead, checking if he felt hot to the touch in case of a fever. “Nils, you’re a little warm.” Her expression was slightly worried. “Here,” she said as she stood up from beside him. “I’m going to get you some water, you need to be hydrated,”

He watched as she got up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing him a bottle of water. When she came back, she handed him the bottle, gently grasping it in her hands. Grabbing the bottle, he quietly thanked her as he took a sip of it, hoping to make her less worried about him.

She smiled as he took a sip of water, and then got up to walk back to the kitchen. “If you’re feeling better Nils, you can always help me in the kitchen,”

“Of course, anything to help you.” His words were true, and more true than she knew.

Standing in the kitchen, she worked on making the whipped cream from scratch, mixing the heavy cream with some sugar and vanilla extract until it was fluffy. Nils got up from the couch and walked over to her, watching her make the whipped cream.

“Feeling a little better, Nils?”

  He nodded his head, “Yes, thank you,”

“It’s no worry, I’m here if you need anything.” Her words seemed to flow sweetly, like a river of milk and honey when she talked.

One of his favorite things about her was how her eyes seemed to light up when she smiled. He adored her laugh and voice, as well as how beautiful she looked constantly. She was an angel and so much more in his eyes.

“Oh, Nils?” She turned to look at him, his gentle presence beside her. “Could you help me prepare the biscuits, please?”

“Of course, do you want me to place them inside the baking tin?”

“Mhm, that’d be perfect, thank you, Nils.”

He opened the fridge and removed the biscuit dough she had placed in there earlier. Setting it on the counter, he started to unwrap the foil that encased the dough, and then set it on the counter. He grabbed a knife and started to cut circles into the dough and arranged the pieces into the baking tin.

“I already preheated the oven, can you brush the tops of the biscuits with buttermilk if you can?”

“Yes I can,” he said as he grabbed a spoon and some of the buttermilk. 

Carefully, he poured the buttermilk onto the biscuits and spread it with his spoon. She turned around and saw Nils trying his best. His hair stuck to his forehead, the golden light from the cooktop light shining on him like a halo. Her laugh couldn’t be contained and Nils had heard her.

“Nils, it’s okay.” She handed him a pastry brush to help him spread the buttermilk.

He took it from her and laughed lightly, “Thanks, you’re amazing.”

After he finished brushing the biscuits with buttermilk, he placed them into the oven and allowed them to bake. He then proceeded to help her clean the kitchen, wiping down the counters as she washed the dishes. 

When they both finished, they stood in the kitchen together in silence, waiting for the biscuits to finish. He looked over at her, noticing how tired she was. She had no sharp features it seemed, she was all soft and fuzzy, gentle and warm.

“Are you alright? You seem a little sleepy,” he spoke softly. He always seemed to speak softly around her, never raising his voice in anger or even annoyance. Although, he was sure he had never experienced those emotions when he was with her.

“I’m okay Nils, I’m okay.” She looked up at him, a soft smile forming on her face.

He smiled back, his heart feeling fuzzy at the sight of her. “Okay, älskling,” he murmured the last part of his sentence that had slipped up, hoping she didn’t hear.

She turned to look at him again, “Hm? Did you say something, Nils?”

His face was now covered in a soft blush, “Yes, I uh—” he paused. “I said you’re beautiful,” He didn’t say that, but he wanted to. His heart felt beyond warm and he so badly wanted to have her hear the words he’d been thinking about the whole time.

Her face was now also covered in a blush, “Nils, c’mon,” she laughed lightly, unsure if he was serious.

“I mean it. I’ve been wanting to tell you since I’ve met you.” He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers. It was always her vibrant eyes, her sweet personality, and her in general that he thought was beautiful.

She rested her hand against his chest gently and looked at him. “Nils,” she spoke quietly, “you’re beautiful as well, so beautiful.” Her fingers delicately swept some of his hair that fell onto his forehead away and cupped his face. 

His eyes moved to her lips, noticing how delicate and soft they looked. “May I kiss you?” His voice remained a whisper, afraid to break something that wasn’t there.

“Please, Nils,”

He gently pressed his lips against hers, a sweet exchange of their souls between them. He softly put his hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. It felt so perfect in that moment, just the both of them standing there together in comfort and peace.

They seemed to melt into each other, a mix of perfection and pure adoration. He’d hoped that time would freeze so that he’d be stuck here forever with her, his arms around her as he kissed her sweetly.

When they pulled away for a breath of air, their true beauty was revealed to each other. He saw her with such love and admiration that he felt like he was in a dream. She noticed every detail of his face, every freckle like a star in the sky, his eyes brighter than the sun.

“So,” she started to talk, her cheeks rosy, “what does älskling mean?”

He chuckled, his cheeks a shade of pink, “Darling, it means darling,”

“May I be your darling then?”

Looking at her, he knew that it was worth it to be with her, for as long as he could be. “Of course, but only if I’m yours.” He leaned into her, making sure she was okay, and kissed her lips again, gently, and sweetly.

[xirex]

JULIA ✮ PROFILE ?!

BASICS ?

⇾ STAGE NAME : julia ❪ 줄리아 ❫

⇾ BIRTH NAME : julia lee

⇾ KOREAN NAME : lee ji-eun ❪ 이지은 ❫

⇾ NICKNAMES : juju, eunie, nyang, lina, llama, lee money, tiger, child, tiny lee, 땅콩 / peanut , 별 / star

⇾ FAN TITLES : 4th gen dance master, korea's daughter, stray kids's love

⇾ DATE OF BIRTH : august 8, 2002

⇾ AGE : 20 ❪ int ❫ / 21 ❪ kor ❫

⇾ PLACE OF BIRTH : pohang, south korea

⇾ HOMETOWN : brisbane, queensland, australia

⇾ ETHNICITY : korean-australian

⇾ NATIONALITY : korean

⇾ FAMILY : mother and father, lee eun-seo ❪ older sister ❫, hunter lee ❪ twin brother ❫

⇾ LANGUAGES : english ❪ native ❫ / korean ❪ proficient ❫, japanese ❪ above average ❫, french ❪ above average ❫

⇾ MBTI : esfp

CLAIMS !

⇾ FACE CLAIM : fromis_9's jiheon

⇾ DANCE CLAIM : seventeen's hoshi ❪ talent ❫

⇾ RAP CLAIM : fromis_9's seoyeon

⇾ VOCAL CLAIM : kep1er's youngeun ❪ sound ❫ / nmixx's lily ❪ accent, just a tiny bit weaker tho!! ❫, nmixx's haewon ❪ talent ❫

PHYSICAL STATS ?

⇾ HEIGHT : 162 cm ❪ 5'3 ❫

⇾ WEIGHT : 47 kg

⇾ BLOOD TYPE : b

⇾ BODY MODIFICATIONS : helix and lower lobe piercings on both her ears ; three tattoos on her back, right wrist, and left hand

⇾ FEATURES : pouty lips, cat-like eyes, eye smile

CAREER !

⇾ OCCUPATION : idol, songwriter, choreographer | music bank host ❪ 2020-2023 ❫, inkigayo host ❪ 2023-present ❫

⇾ GROUP : stray kids

⇾ POSITIONS : dancer, vocalist, rapper, choreographer, maknae

⇾ DEBUT : march 25, 2018 ❪ stray kids ❫

⇾ AGE AT DEBUT : 15 ❪ int ❫ / 16 ❪ kor ❫

⇾ YEARS ACTIVE : 2018-present

⇾ AGENCY : jype ❪ 2013-present ❫

⇾ TRAINING PERIOD : 5 years

⇾ ASSOCIATIONS : stray kids, stray kids ❪ the show, contestant ❫

⇾ REPRESENTATIVE ANIMAL : cat

⇾ REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 🐱

⇾ SKZOO CHARACTER : kitlia

⇾ INDIVIDUAL FANDOM : niniz

⇾ UNIT : vocalracha ❪ est. 2022 ❫ | danceracha ❪ former ❫

⇾ MOTTO : "the people who judge you are nothing but the ground you walk on."

STATS ?

⇾ VOCAL : 4/5

⇾ DANCE : 5/5

⇾ RAP : 3.5/5

⇾ ACTING : 3.5/5

⇾ MODELING : 4/5

⇾ SONGWRITING : 4/5

⇾ PRODUCING : 2.5/5

⇾ CHOREOGRAPHING : 5/5

⇾ COMPOSING : 3/5

⇾ LEADERSHIP : 2.5/5

⇾ PUBLIC SPEAKING : 4/5

⇾ STAGE PRESENCE : 4/5

PERSONAL !

⇾ HABITS : humming, tilting head in thought, biting her bottom lip, passing a hand over her face when tired, nose twitching + wrinkling, rubbing her neck when embarrassed, rapid blinking when lying, covering mouth while chewing or laughing

⇾ HOBBIES : photography, volleyball, choreographing, journalling, shopping, sleeping

⇾ LIKES : grocery shopping, reading, rain, white noise, movies, eating, sweets, performing, playing games, being clingy with her members, holidays, styling her members, gift-giving

⇾ DISLIKES : insects, loud noises [i.e. fireworks, cannons, etc.], lights that are too bright, being forced into doing things, horror, uncomfortable situations, heights

TRIVIA ?

— julia was originally part of danceracha but during a v-live in noeasy era, she revealed chan moved her to vocalracha.

— she is very energetic; she enjoys playing sports and games and is one of the more athletic members.

— julia debuted in the first branch of jype's 'super' group, dreamland, in may of 2022.

—nicknames broken down ⬎

⤷ the members — " juju (chan), nyang (i.n.), llama (hyunjin), lee money (changbin), tiny lee (felix), tiger (seungmin), child (lee know), 땅콩 (han) " / 땅콩 is used the most often across all members

⤷ her brother + friends — " eunie (hunter), star (boyfie 😋), lina (her friend group, mainly used by yunjin) "

— julia is in a friend group with ive's wonyoung, le sserafim's yunjin, nmixx's lily, newjeans's minji, and p1harmony's keeho.

⤷ the group has been seen hanging out together for years, even before most debuted. julia says they've named themselves 'dorkz'

— she did gymnastics as a child / teen and is the most flexible member.

— she also played volleyball competitively and owns many trophies from competitions.

— she is very emotional and cries easily.

— julia's family is extremely wealthy; hence why changbin's nickname for her is "lee money"

— she's choreographed / helped choreographed many stray kids choreographies along with other groups' choreos, for example itzy, nmixx, le sserafim, seventeen, and more.

— in an earlier v-live, julia revealed she got panic attacks quite often. it doesn't happen as much now, the attacks usually spike up when she's highly frustrated over something.

— her korean name, jieun, is used more often with the members. most of her english / aussie friends call her julie though!

— julia enjoys phone calls; felix once said in a v-live she calls / facetimes the others often when she's not with them.

— she's the closest to jeongin, but says chan knows her best because she's known him since they were trainees.

— she knows how to play both the acoustic and electric guitar.

— julia says the thing you notice about her first is her sparkly eyes.

— the one thing she'd want to work on more is her rap skills.

— julia only started professionally songwriting in late 2021 after a talk with chan & changbin.

— she tends to speak english when surprised.

— her room is in dorm 2; she tends to spend more time in felix & jeongins room.

— according to the boys, julia tends to fall asleep quickly after filming or practices.

xia's message . . . hi :giggles: taglist . . . open!

[hannahhook7744]

The Headless Horseman of Auradon!;

Summary: The year the barrier comes down, four students (Eleanor Bluefairy, Tulip Lampwick, Pino 'Pin' Liddell, and Hannah Hook) run into a living legend… If only it wasn't a terrifying one. Trigger Warnings: swearing, could be seen as slight ableism, child endangerment, mortal peril, brief mention of child eating witches, etc.

Written with @casinotrio1965 .

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Notes: Hannah Hook is Captain James Hook and Zarina the pirate fairy’s adopted daughter. Pino 'Pin' Liddell is the son of Alice Liddell and Pinocchio. Eleanor Bluefairy is the daughter of Alexander ‘the donkey boy’ Bluefairy and Princess Eilonwy. Tulip Rossi is the second oldest daughter of Tiger Lily and Romeo 'Lampwick' Rossi.

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It was another dark and spooky night about a year after the barrier was dropped, and four teenagers were heading home after a Halloween party in the village of Sleepy Hollow.

These teenagers were recent Auradon Prep graduate and fifteen year old pirate captain: Hannah Hook. Captain of the Stormbringer and the youngest child of Captain Hook. 

Tulip Lampwick Rossi, a pretty and fashionable native girl from Neverland with beautiful red hair.

Princess Eleanor Blue Fairy of Llyr, with her stunning blonde hair and shimmering wings.

And last but not least, Pino ‘Pin’ Liddell with his black hair and thick, nerdy glasses.

"So.." Tulip said, awkwardly trying to make conversation. With Hannah in particular.

“So?” Hannah hummed, candy bar in her mouth as she tried to readjust her sailor costume. That Tulip's father, Lampwick, had suggested for the party when he found out the brunette had been planning to go to the costume party without one. 

"Those stories at the party sure were something huh?"

Pin, the traitor, snorted, even though he and her were still wearing their matching donkey-corn sorcerer and princess costumes. Shooting her an innocent smile when she glared at him. 

Hannah, on the other hand, just seemed confused. “Which one? The story about the witch eating children? Don't worry: those old bags are pretty frail unless you're a toddler.”

Eleanor, personally offended, stated “Hey! My grandmother on my mother's side was a witch and she was not old and frail!" 

“So? If she didn't eat children, I wouldn't be talking about her.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “I was talking about the isle witches.”

“Wait, there are actually children eating witches on the isle—” Pin yelped, startled. 

The donkey-corn princess rolled her eyes “Besides I was talking about the headless horseman"

“Oh yeah, that was creepy.” Eleanor, in her witch costume, agreed.

“Yeah but it was a load of bull.” Hannah assured them. “He was supposedly on the isle, but very few people ever saw him. My brother said he did but he likes makin’ things up.”

“Well, I think your brother is telling the truth for once!”  Tulip said out loud.

“It's very possible he only comes out once a year, just like the song said.” Eleanor added.

“I'm sorry, but are we really gonna ignore what Hannah said about witches to talk about some bogus urban legend?” Pin demanded. 

“And besides, what are the odds of me being wrong about both Santa Claus and the Headless Horseman being real?” The pirate in question asked, trying to soothe the other girls’ nerves. 

"Well, whatever. Let's go find where we parked Parsnip and head home!” Tulip said quickly .

Hannah hummed. “Who's riding her home?” 

“Nose goes!” Pin declared, quickly putting his finger on his nose before the others could even blink.

“Ok?” Eleanor asked, confused. “What does that mean?”

“It's a game. If you want to do something or don't want to do something, you yell ‘nose goes’ and put your finger on your nose before anyone else. Usually the last one loses if it's something you don't want to do.” Hannah explained, exasperated. 

Clearly she was the one Pin had learned the game from.

“Oh ok.” Eleanor replied. Just then Tulip heard a strange laugh in the distance. “Did you hear that?!!” “Yeah it sounds like a man’s laughter!” Eleanor added, completely creeped out. 

Pin gulped. Clearly having indeed heard it.  Hannah, on the other hand…

“What are you guys talking about? I don't hear anything?” “How could you—? Nevermind. Let’s just head to the Bridge..” Tulip whispered, completely terrified.

The brunette shrugged. “If you say so… where is the bridge?”

“I DON’T KNOW ! I Forgot!” Tulip wailed.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T REMEMBER?!” Pin yelled, startled.

“It’s ok. I do. Follow me,” Eleanor said with a brave expression.

So they did. 

Hannah downing candy after candy as they did so with one hand and keeping her other hand on her prized sword ‘the nut slicer’ as they did. The sound of the laughter kept getting closer to them where they all felt the urge to run. Meanwhile, Tulip’s pet donkey, Parsnip sensed that her owner was in trouble so she broke free of her parking spot to find her cart in tow. 

“You guys are messing with me, right?” Hannah asked, the only one not scared. 

“That's it, after this we are SO getting your hearing aid and glasses checked!” Pin snapped, frantically pulling at her hand.  The sound of horse steps started getting louder and louder and Tulip Looked over her shoulder a second and there he was: The Headless Horseman himself. 

“HELP!!!” Tulip screamed.

“RUN!” Eleanor chimed in.

Pin bolted. 

And, for once, Hannah didn't question them or just think that this was one of their jokes—but joined the running. Living up to the costume she was wearing and swearing with words none of them even knew existed.

It was at that moment Parsnip showed up  with the cart and Tulip leaped into the driver's seat while Eleanor and Pin quickly helped Hannah into the back of the cart.

“Come on girl! Keep moving! Head for the bridge!” Tulip ordered the donkey.

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Tulip ran into the hotel, breathing heavily and in a panic. Her headband was nowhere in sight and her dress was ripped and muddy at the bottom. 

“TULIP! Oh, sweetie, what happened to ya?!” Lampwick exclaimed in shock and horror at her sorry state.

“DADDY! We ran into the Headless Horseman! It was really scary !” 

“That's… an… understatement.” Pin panted heavily, leaning on Eleanor, who was practically breathless. 

Hannah was nowhere in sight. 

Lampwick embraced his daughter and said “Oh, sweetheart! I’m so sorry I NEVER should have let ya go to that party!” “It’s ok dad.. I never should have begged you to go in the first place!” “Oh Tulip …” He finally let go and Looked around. “Say where’s Hannah Hook?”

Everyone went quiet for a moment. And then a whole different kind of panic ensued.

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Hannah scowled, crossing her arms as CJ and Harry laughed and laughed with Peter and Ally. 

“Oh come on guys, it's not funny!”

“Hannah, after growing up on the Isle, you  should know better than to be out after dark on Halloween so you deserved what you  got!” Harriet scolded her younger sister. 

“Yeah, pipsqueak.” Harry kept laughing, “Serves ya right, lil’ sis..” “Honestly, How Stupid can you be !?” CJ added.

“Oh go fuck yourselves. How was I supposed to know this particular Urban Legend was right?! You guys know I spent all of Halloween out at night back on the isle!” The youngest (chronically) huffed. “And should have left you to the witches when you were eight, CJ!”

At this CJ glared at her.

“I thought we AGREED to NEVER Speak of that!”

“Oh, like how we agreed to never speak about the fact you, Harry, and Ginny all separately tried to KILL me?!”

Peter and Ally stopped laughing. 

“WHAT?!!” Harriet screamed. 

[wellboyhowdy-fr]

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[emmajh97-mumaji]

Literally ALL My Blorbos

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💕💗💝🥰

A comprehensive list of my favorite characters from my favorite media! (I keep this because it makes it easier to decide on what to draw lol)

[This post will probably be edited every so often, so make sure to go to the original and not any Reblogs for the most up-to-date version!]

[page break because LONG LIST IS LONG]

Ace Attorney: ○ Apollo Justice ○ Miles Edgeworth ○ Phoenix Wright ○ Simon Blackquill Animal Crossing: ○ Lily (Rainy) ○ Wilbur Avatar - The Legend of Korra: ○ Mako Barbie in The Nutcracker: ○ Captain Candy Ben 10: ○ Ben Tennyson Black★Rock Shooter: ○ Black Rock Shooter Bleach: ○ Ichigo Kurosaki Danganronpa: ○ Hajime Hinata ○ Kaito Momota ○ Kazuichi Soda ○ Kiyotaka Ishimaru Danny Phantom: ○ Danny Fenton DC Comics: ○ Shazam (Captain Marvel) ○ Aquaman Demon Slayer: ○ Kyojuro Rengokou Detroit: Become Human: ○ Connor (RK 800) Digimon: ○ J.P. (Shibayama Junpei) ○ Marcus Damon ○ Takato Matsuki ○ Takuya Kanbara Dragon Ball Z: ○ Trunks Briefs (Mirai Trunks) Frozen (Disney): ○ Elsa Final Fantasy: ○ Cloud Strife ○ Prompto Argentum ○ Black Mage [any generic one] ○ Zack Fair Five Nights at Freddy's: ○ Glamrock Freddy ○ Golden Freddy (Fredbear) ○ Toy Freddie [in huggable Gijinka Form] Generator Rex: ○ Rex Salazar ○ Six Genshin Impact: ○ Arataki Itto ○ Lisa Minci ○ Mona Megistus Hazbin Hotel: ○ Lucifer Morningstar ○ Angel Dust Henry Stickmin: ○ Charles Calvin Hetalia: ○ America (Alfred F. Jones) ICEY_ (X.D.Network): ○ ICEY Interstella 5555: ○ Shep ○ Octave ○ Manager (Music Producer Guy) Jarrett Williams' Comics: ○ Joe Somiano from Super Pro K.O. ○ Sensational Sike from Super Pro K.O. ○ Ace Estrada (Yellow Hype) from Hyper Force Neo ○ Neil Tran (Blue Hype) from Hyper Force Neo Kingdom Hearts: ○ Axel (Lea) ○ Meow Wow Kiznaiver: ○ Hajime Tenga Legend of Zelda (BotW/TotK): ○ Link ○ Sidon Mario (Nintendo): ○ Luigi Marvel: ○ Clea Strange ○ Doctor Strange (Stephen) ○ Spider Man (Peter Parker) Miyuli's Webcomics: ○ Oz from Morgana & Oz ○ The Bogeyman from Lost Nightmare My Hero Academia: ○ Izuku Midoriya (Deku) ○ Kirishima Eijirou (Red Riot) Mystery Skulls Animated: ○ Lewis Pepper the Skeleton Ghost Mystic Messenger: ○ Yoosung Kim No Straight Roads: ○ 1010 [Eloni, Rin, & Purl-Hew are all good] ○ Zuke Persona: ○ Ryuji Sakamoto Pokemon: ○ Ash Ketchum (Satoshi) ○ Cilan ○ Hugh ○ Milo ○ Pearl (Barry /Jun) ○ Deoxys ○ Mismagius Promare: ○ Galo Thymos Rise of the Guardians: ○ Jack Frost RWBY: ○ Neptune Vasilias ○ Qrow Branwen Sanrio: ○ Keroppi ○ TuxedoSam ○ Shunsuke Yoshino Seduce Me (The Otome): ○ Matthew (Zecaeru) SOMA: ○ Simon Jarrett Sonic the Hedgehog: ○ Gold the Tenrec ○ Mighty the Armadillo ○ Shard the Metal Sonic ○ Silver the Hedgehog Soul Eater: ○ Black Star The Book of Life: ○ Manolo Sanchez Tiger & Bunny: ○ Kotetsu T. Kaburagi Vampire Knight: ○ Zero Kiryu Voltron: Legendary Defender: ○ Shiro (Takashi Shirogane) Xenoblade Chronicles: ○ Shulk Yu-Gi-Oh: ○ Soulburner (Takeru Homura) ○ Yami Yugi (Atem) ○ Yusei Fudo ○ Stardust Dragon 2064: Read Only Memories: ○ Lexi Rivers ○ Turing

BONUS: Media I love, but don't have a blorbo from

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar (world of Pandora; James Cameron)

Atlantis (Disney)

Angry Birds

Dekoboko Sugar Days

Disney Princess Movies [i.e. The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Sleeping Beauty]

D.N.Angel

Epic (Blue Sky movie)

Epithet Erased

Full Metal Alchemist

Ghibli Movies [specifically Castle in the Sky & Kiki's Delivery Service]

Hamtaro

Hindu Mythology [Amar Chitra Katha comics]

How to Train Your Dragon movies

Kal Ho Naa Ho

Kung-Fu Panda movies

Land of the Lustrous

The Lego Movie (and 2)

Lisa Frank

Little Witch Academia

MLP: Friendship is Magic

Megamind

Molly Moon (book series)

Mune Guardian of the Moon

Paleoart (dinosaur documentaries & encyclopedias)

Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

Penguins of Madagascar

Pretty Cure (HeartCatch)

Pusheen

Sailor Moon

Scooby-Doo [What's New? and Mystery Inc.]

Scott Pilgrim

Starlight Brigade - TWRP

Steven Universe

TRON [1982, Legacy, and Uprising]

Tatsinda by Elizabeth Enright

The Avengers

TokiDoki

Tokyo Mew Mew

Treasure Planet

Undertale & Deltarune

Vocaloid / UTAUloids

[sacrilegiouslamb]

Welcome ! ♡

.. hi i'm tulip! i'm a self shipper who's also an artist !! i'll post art and wips from time to time ! 🏵️ 

🍦  i love talking about my f/os ! i will love post a lot lot lot .. even more on my spam acc :3 ..

self ships are Coffee Candy, Tiger Lily, Spinach Currant cream + more ! 🥐  ..

i am ok with doubles for Tiger Lily and Currant Cream only ♡ please do not reblog with your tags for any other selfship !

i am a lesbian ! i reclaim lesbian specific slurs so beware ,, pronouns are they/them .. i am a system ! i will post about it from time to time ,,❀

one last thing is that i am the ceo of timecandy !!!!!! trust !!!!!, it is timekeper cookie x coffee candy (i am a tk introj so go figure) i will post about it a lot too :3

#'s are tbd ! please be patient while i bleed my imagination dry thinking of cute tags because i am really bad at this sob sob ☆

side blogs: @spinachwife (art) @i-wont-let-you-go-home (isat stuff) @currantcream (spam) @discardedsys (system blog)

DNI is proship/comship, support harmful paras, mspec lesbians, endos and such, and regular dni stuff

[storyofmychoices]

Here are some of my personal favorite fics that I've written organized alphabetically by pairing. [This does NOT include Thomas Hunt fics]

See a full list of my masterlist here.

💖 Bryce Lahela x Olivia Hadley (F!OC) [Open Heart]

Can I Have This Dance (OH1—forever) Some dances last a few minutes, others a lifetime, but every so often, there’s one that lasts forever. This kind of encapsulates their entire romance from intern year til the end. It’s fluffy and bittersweet and a little heartbreaking.

Dance with Me (OH1): Bryce and Olivia dance in the rain. 

Sea Lions, Tiger Sharks, and Penguins, oh, my! The gang takes a trip to the Boston Aquarium (and cause a bit of trouble).  

Stay (OH2, Ch5): Olivia helps Bryce make dinner for Keiki after her surprise arrival, but the surgical intern isn’t ready for Olivia to leave just yet. (the first Bryce fic I ever wrote)

Unicorn Wishes & Mermaid Kisses: Bryce, Olivia, and Keiki go for ice cream when an argument erupts between them.

Will You?: It might be his birthday, but there is only one gift Bryce really wants

No Patient Too Small: Olivia runs into an unusual patient request, but knows just the surgeon to help.

Hekili (thunder): Young Keiki is scared of thunder. Thankfully, big brother Bryce is there to help. (part of my Very Lahela Prequel series)

💜 Ethan Ramsey x Ellie Shepherd (F!MC) [Open Heart]

Full Coverage (OH2, Ch8): Ellie has a different idea when Ethan tells her to “get massaging” [the chicken].

Love & Scotch: a Hollywood U / Open Heart crossover series

Ellie's journey with the attack and her PTSD is my favorite Ethan/Ellie moments. The below fics all feature angst, PTSD, survivors guilt, and/or trauma.

Never Let Go (OH2, Ch11): When Ellie is in the hospital, dying from the bioattack, Ethan decides to spend the night by her side/

In Between (OH2, post Ch11+12) Ellie has recovered physically from the attempted assassination of the Senator, but mentally she is still struggling.

One Day at a Time (OH2, post Ch11+12): After learning about the depth to which Ellie is struggling with survivor’s guilt, Ethan tries to find small ways to help Ellie begin to readjust to life following her near death experience. 

Impromptu Vacation (OH2, post Ch11+12): Ellie and Ethan take a trip to a secluded beach as a way to help Ellie continue to process her emotions away from the triggers of Boston and the hospital. 

No Longer Adrift: Ellie and Ethan return to work after some time away.

💖  Levi Schuler x Laura Day [Mother of the Year]

Let it Be: Laura is anxious about losing Lily to guy. Levi comforts her with a song.

S’more Trouble: Lily and Luz get into a sticky situation at their soccer team’s campfire.

 Check Yes or No: Lily has a very important question to ask Levi.

... and all the Dom!Levi fics because... 🙈

💜 Mal Volari x Daenarya [Blades of Light & Shadow]

The entire orphanage series but most specifically The Start of Something New. Where Mal and Daenarya first open the orphanage and meet the their first two rescues who they eventually adopt.

Passing Shower: Sometimes when there’s an unexpected rain shower, you just have to let go and live in the moment.

A Kiss: Mal and Daenarya take a short trip to a secluded island and discuss Daenarya's kissing a mermaid. 

More than a Kit: Mal and Daenarya continue to discuss their developing relationship. Daenarya has a test for Mal to see how much he cares.

Double Date: Mal, Daenarya, Tyril, and Maiele enjoy a night at the tavern. (written as a gift to the lovely @lilyoffandoms)

 In the Market : Daenarya leaves Mal with Tyril while she and Maiele go shopping. This is part of my “a Hand to Hold” series.

One More : Mal loves telling stories of their adventures, and the kids love listening to them. Will he tell them one more? What story will he tell? (the first Orphanage story I wrote—a glimpse into the future)

💖 Troy Hassan x Astraea Callen [Wake the Dead]

The Path Forward: Troy wants to help Astraea deal with Brynn’s death.

 Carry Me?: Troy and Astraea head back to the colony after exploring a nearby lake.

💜 Trystan Thorne x Lilah Rose [Crimes of Passion]

Close Talking: Lilah is at the office, typing up her report on the Iverson Ball, when Trystan stops by to check on her.

Dealing with a Narcissist: Lilah is attempting to read a new case file but Trystan is being distracting.