#lil steamy

[guhroovi]

movie night

This is what happened during that one scene right??? Right??????

[chrisfromthefreakingspace]

Elph's hands are quite demanding ~  🩷💚 (including when it's about Ga'linda's pink Oztrap.....)

[crowlixcx]

If we ever get Aziraphale and Crowley neck kisses I'll give up therapy because if that doesn't cure my brain then nothing will

[mel-kusanagi]

warning: hot old men in action // full image --> 🔞⚠

[honorarypines]

Some doodles I made inspired by @likemmmcookies's most amazing fic Heaven Like They Talk About which fully consumed my thoughts and soul lately

close ups under da cut:

[devotedthing]

thinking about right before stanford, when things were tense and heated. john and sam butting heads like never before, all of that teen angst boiling over and coming out in fits of anger and frustration. dean had watched them go at it, over and over, only stepped in when he was sure sam was toeing the line of throwing a punch.

he carded him back down the hall to their room, a heavy hand on his shoulder, a string of muttered i know, i know between them, and sam’s body rigid and tight under his palm. and dean would push him to sit on the bed, listening to his little brother ramble on and on about how much of an ass their dad is, how unfair he is. and dean, with hands on his hips, brow furrowed and teeth biting into his cheek, would hold his tongue when the urge to tell sammy to shut your mouth surfaced. because something deep in his gut was stirring, morbid and weighted, a feeling like grief—like this would be a moment he wished he would’ve just let sammy go on complaining, like maybe there wouldn’t be another time like this for a long while.

and after sam’s been gone for a couple years, dean decides he needs to bother him, to call him up, to drive down there, something. because it’s been too long and dean misses his little brother.

and maybe after dean makes his way into sam’s dorm, sweet talking his way into the halls, right through the front doors, sam would come home to dean sat on his messy twin bed. it would feel like a slap in the face, like a tackle to the floor, like a tug into his brother’s arms, head buried in the crook of his neck, melting into dean’s chest like he would always belong there.

sometime later sam’s clothes are in a jumbled mess on the floor, only his socks still on and boxers hanging from his ankle, too caught up in the moment to give a shit about kicking them off all the way. dean’s still got his shirt on, flannel and all, jeans straining and tight, button popped open and zipper unzipped. sam’s sat in his lap, dean’s cock deep inside him, and he’s grinding, rolling, bouncing, up and down, back and forth, head still buried in the crook of dean’s neck. all sweaty and hot, labored breaths and gasping moans. dean’s whispering sweet and soft into his ear, good, sammy, that’s my boy, keep goin’ kiddo—good, sammy, that’s good

and for all he’s worth, for all the stubbornness and the fights he’d pitched, sam can’t help but whine and whimper, can’t help the tears that burn and fall, can’t help but sob into dean’s shoulder, rolling his hips and begging for more more more, dean, please, feels so good, please

this moment right now feels like forgiveness, sam cradled in his big brother’s embrace, dean’s fingers digging deep and hard into his hips, guiding him up and down, back and forth, telling him he’s good

sam’s still crying and dean’s still holding him tight, and sam cant help what comes out of his mouth, scared he might ruin this for them both but, god, he can’t control it anymore, and he’s whimpering out a daddy all soft and wet, lips trembling and eyes screwed shut. he feels dean’s hips stutter, still for a moment, then rut up into him hard and deep, and all the sudden dean’s babbling like a fool, god, baby you feel so so good, daddy’s got you, sammy, daddy’s takin’ care of you, that’s it, that’s my boy—that’s daddy’s good boy

barely a minute goes by before they’re both cumming hard and long, dean’s head thrown back and sam’s fists gripping tight into dean’s flannel. they’re tired and spent and heaving, but they don’t move. sam’s still crying and dean just wraps him up in his arms fully, holding his sammy and rocking them side to side, running gentle fingers through sweaty hair, whispering into sammy’s ear, i’m here, kiddo, daddy’s here, i’ve got you, sammy

and in the morning dean’s gone, but sam’s still naked in the sheets, tired and sore. they might pretend this never happened but sam’s body wont ever forget—will never move past the feeling of having dean inside him, being held and cared for, will never forget the way it felt to call dean daddy, the way it passed over his tongue, slipped past his lips, the way dean’s hips had urged for more.

they won’t be the same again, but maybe it was worth it.

[enden-k]

good night booba

[apollabarnes]

part two of the season one hiatus au deaconannierocker agenda. they uh. they kinda got away from me. no rocker, but annie puts her plan into action as soon as they got home from the barbeque. it's also more of a fic than the last one. (also because no rocker there might be more) part one

when annie was in law school the first time, a friend of hers had given her some romance novels. you need something that isn't torts and precedents to read, or your brain will leak out your ears. considering her friend was a year ahead of her, annie gave the books a try.

she'd laughed at the over the top plot and the flowery language until david had put his swat handbook down, asking her what she was reading. annie had read him a few lines expecting that they'd both laugh it off, only david had given her a wicked grin and leaned over to kiss her. "oh, you like that?" she asked, grinning.

"they seem to know what they're doing," david teased her. he brushed his fingers over her ribs, making her laugh. "sounds fun."

"all right, let's see if you still think that later," annie challenged him, tugging david on top of her.

david arched an eyebrow at her. "you stop, i stop," he warned her, kissing her jaw.

annie laughed, flipping through the book until she found where she'd left off, peering at him over the top of the pages. "fair enough," she agreed, starting again. david paused whenever she stopped talking, even when she was just taking a breath between sentences, leaving her hanging on a knife's edge until she managed to keep going.

(she'd had to apologise to the neighbours the next morning.)

david drops her onto their mattress, puts the wine on their bedside table, and kisses her until she's out of breath. annie shrugs out of her shirt, dropping it to the floor as david watches. he leans in, his hands sliding up and over her ribs as he starts kissing his way down her stomach, taking his time. annie could rush him but david can drive her half out of her mind with slow and thorough, and annie's been on edge since rocker looked at her. slow and thorough is exactly what she needs.

"what's got you so worked up?" david murmurs against her bellybutton, his hands spanning the inside of her thighs. she can feel the heat radiating off them.

"you." it's always david. even rocker, earlier, it hadn't just been realising that he's thought about her. it's that he's thought about david — thought about them together. it wouldn't have done a thing for her if he hadn't looked at david too.

"started thinking about you going down on me after you'd already—" annie catches her breath when david slowly peels her jeans down her legs.

"after i'd already?"

"come inside me."

david grins up at her, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. he nips at the same spot and annie's breath catches. it makes her keep going, this quiet teasing — a promise that he'll make her feel good on his own schedule. she'd been planning on bringing it up after she'd had time to plan what she wanted to say, but—

"thought about — oh, someone watching you do it."

she feels the tremor in his hand and smirks at david, keeps going. "thought about you eating me out after someone else had come inside me."

the exhale against her skin is sharp and short. gotcha, annie thinks, thrilled.

david's sliding into her in the next breath and annie tightens her grip in his hair, her other hand digging into his hip. david fucks her slowly, pressing into her with single-minded focus. time drifts past them in a syrupy haze.

by the time her orgasm washes over her it feels like there's never been a time when david wasn't inside her. she wants to — she wants to pull david close until nothing can fit between them, until they meld into the same person. he makes her feel just a little bit crazy. annie whimpers his name as he tumbles over the edge after her, clutching tightly when he starts to pull away.

"sweetheart," david croons, rubbing his fingers along her inner thigh. she looks down in time to see him lick his fingers clean. "let me," he murmurs, and annie lets him pull away.

her gasp turns into a moan when he starts licking inside her, and david hums. annie falls over the edge again before david is finished to his satisfaction, and the look on his face when he drops down next to her is smug.

annie reaches over him for the wine glass, making sure that she's pressed up against him. she leans back and takes a sip of wine, offering him the glass. "you know," she murmurs, brushing her hand through his hair. "if that ever happened, i think it would only be fair if you got to fuck them while they were fucking me."

david barely hesitates when he swallows, but he twitches against her thigh and annie's smile widens. "tired?" she asks blithely, curling into his side. he reaches behind him to put the wine on the table before pressing her back into the mattress and kissing her like he needs it to breathe. she knows the feeling.

"you, annie kay, are going to be the death of me," he murmurs, licking wine off his lips.

"only a little," she promises, her grin widening. "i love you."

"i love you too."

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[beachyserasims]

Sneak peak of the final date venues

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[filthy-mudeoki]

Surprise

Sang Zhi plans a little surprise for Duan Jiaxu … but it doesn’t exactly go to plan. 

Tagging @kairadiamond We had fun with this one! I hope it lives up to the expectation! ☺️

Also ... it's a lil steamy ....

Sang Zhi is quite certain she has never done anything so outrageous. For a moment she thinks about calling it off, but then she remembers … or at least tries to remember the last time she has seen Jiaxu for more than 10 minutes at a time. 

With a new but still somewhat shaky confidence, she lets herself into Jiaxu’s office. The office space is both dark and empty but that is no surprise to her. Jiaxu had mentioned – on what was once again another brief call – that they were meeting with another client. 

She steps into his private office. It’s a good space that has little touches of her everywhere. There’s a large desk in the middle and a couch at one end of the room. The throw she had bought him last winter is neatly folded and placed at one end of the couch. 

Sang Zhi calls him as she sheds her winter coat. He picks up on the third ring. 

“Wéi, Zhizhi,” Jiaxu answers. His voice is soft and suddenly she can’t bear how much she misses him. But he also sounds like he’s in the middle of something.

“Wéi, Jiaxu. Have I disturbed you?” she immediately asks worrying she that she has not thought through the finer details of this plan. She tries not to fidget with her outfit. 

“No. We were done.” 

“Hhm, are you still heading back to the office?” She asks even though she knows the answer. 

He sighs sounding upset with himself. “Yes.” She can hear the distant rumble of cars and wonders if he’s already driving back. “Sang Zhi, I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be. It’s work and it’s very important,” she tries to soothe. This much she can understand. It is work and Jiaxu has always been understanding of her hectic schedule. The least she could do was afford him the same.

Still, they’ve hated when their schedules got to this point of disarray. It makes her heart leap a little more, knowing he craves her presence as she does him. 

“I promise things will go back to normal soon,” he says regardless. 

“Did you at least have a good dinner?” His silence causes her to frown a little. “Jiaxu.” 

“Yeah … yeah. We ate.” 

“You’re lying,” she scolds. Picking up the picture frame on his desk, she narrows her eyes at it as if he were in front of her now. 

“I ate … earlier. But once I get back to the office, I’ll order something,” he promises.

Sang Zhi smiles. “Don’t worry about that. I ordered something for you.” 

“Thank you, Zhizhi,” he says and she smirks glancing down at her outfit. 

It’s a little (or a lot) more daring than she is usually used to. But Ning Wei said it would be the perfect thing. It had taken more coaxing before Sang Zhi pulled the little dress on. Thank goodness for the winter coat that she had worn. 

“It’s a treat,” Ning Wei had said with a wink.

“For who?” Sang Zhi had questioned. 

But in the end, she can’t help the temptation to try it one. And she had to admit, she liked how it felt on her. Even more, she liked how it looked on her. 

She’s still got the phone to her ear as she hoists herself up onto his desk. It’s immaculately clean, free of all nick-nack’s save for the picture frame that houses a photo of the two of them. He’s got a few more photos around his office – on the shelf and the little table beside the couch. 

“What are you doing?” he asks diverting her attention once more. 

“Hhm, nothing really. Just … waiting for you.” 

She bites her lips wondering if he will catch on and end their fun all too quickly. But his heavy sigh tells her she is safe for now. 

“I’ll make it up to you, Zhizhi.” His voice goes low and she has to cross her legs because she is very much going to see that he makes good on that. 

She taps her heel-clad feet in the air as she decides to tease him a little more. “How?” 

“Whatever you want.” 

“Be careful, Duan Jiaxu. You might regret that.” 

He laughs and she’s thrilled to hear it. “With you? Never.” 

“Hhm, right answer.” 

Jiaxu laughs again but a sudden thought makes her panic. 

“Are you heading back to the office alone?” 

“Yes. They’ve all done their best. I just have to put the finishing touches on the contract,” he tells her. 

Sang Zhi breathes a sigh of relief. And no sooner too as she hears the rustle of movement in the background on the other end of the line. Was he here already? A moment later, she hears the distant sound of the front door opening. 

“You work yourself too hard, Jiaxu.” She keeps her voice low so not to be overheard by him. 

Sang Zhi hasn’t turned on any of the lights. So she waits, listening with baited breath as he walks through the office space, heading straight for his office. 

“Maybe you need to take a break?” she suggests coyly. 

“That’s a good idea,” he says. “Shall I come fetch you? We can get something to eat.” 

She wants to panic but manages to keep her cool as she hears his footsteps echo against the floor. A light goes on in the distance as he pauses on his trek.

“You don’t think I’ll be a distraction?” She tips her head to the side even though he can’t see her. 

He’s fiddling with something just outside the office. She’s not sure how she knows, but she does. “You’re always a distraction, Zhizhi.” He laughs and she hears his footsteps pick up again. “So what do you say?” 

“Hhm … I think you’ll like the surprise I got you much better,” she says with as much confidence as she can. 

He pauses just outside the door. With the little light thrown under gap of the door, she can make out his shadow. He pauses once more and she’s almost tempted to just tell him. 

“Really?” 

At first she doesn’t say anything but then so quietly he almost misses it, Sang Zhi whispers, “I promise.” 

Sang Zhi is not sure if he’s made the connection or not but it doesn’t matter because a moment later, the door to his office swings open and Jiaxu turns the light on. 

She manages not to squint in the new light as she catches sight of him. Phone to his ear, she knows the exact moment he sees her. His eyes grow wide with surprise as he steps into the office. 

“Sang Zhi,” he whispers. 

She playfully wiggles her brows at him, “What do you think?” she asks into the phone. “Do you like your surprise?” 

“Uh… Zhizhi let me call you back. I have to inspect this surprise a little more closely first,” he cheekily responds and then cuts the call. 

She’s vaguely aware of him throwing his phone onto the couch as he shucks his coat off too. Sang Zhi’s still giggling as he approaches the desk. She has just enough mind to uncross her legs before he reaches for her. His hands settle on her thighs, that are so visible thanks to the very short dress Ning Wei picked. He drags her closer a little more, until she is perfectly perched on the edge of his desk. 

She loops her hands around his neck and even with her sitting on his desk, he looms over her. She’s never minded though. 

“Surprise,” she barely manages to whisper before he closes the space between them. 

It’s soft kiss at first, almost like he is testing to see if she is really there. But when he pulls away and she chases him, hungry for more, he gives in. 

His hand comes up to grasp her face, tipping her head up a little more as he kisses her. She’s rooted to the spot, as she matches his vigour. There’s a giddy feeling that grows in the pit of her stomach. Jiaxu pulls back just enough so their foreheads press together. 

She wonders if he can hear the loud beating of her heart. Instead she asks, “Like your surprise?” 

“I love it,” he says. “What … why…” 

Sang Zhi grins. “I’ve missed you.” 

It’s a simple enough answer. And more importantly, it is the whole truth. She has missed him. The long hours they’ve kept at work have become unbearable and the very last thing she wants is to spend another night waiting at home in their quiet apartment. 

It doesn’t feel the same without him. 

“I missed you too,” Jiaxu tells her. 

“Really?” she asked and he nods. “I don’t think you do.” 

He raises a brow, a smirk on his lips. “Should I show you instead?” 

She nods too and wants to say yes but he kisses her and that steals her answer and her breath. Sang Zhi pulls him closer and Jiaxu cups the back of her head as he pushes her back onto the desk. He’s completely got the height advantage on her now, as he hovers over her, one hand pressed flat on the desk beside her head. 

She can see a question lurking in his eyes but for the moment, she just wants to enjoy it being them. So she settles her hands on his waist, tugging him closer. Her fingers grab the soft material of his shirt and he starts kissing along her jaw. Her breathing hitches when she feels his lips dance over that spot. She can feel his smile against her flushed skin and urgently starts tugging the material of his shirt up. Jiaxu doesn’t stop her as she bunches it further up. She feels his fingers dance along the hem of her dress and it’s enough to cause the already startling flush on her face to go a shade deeper. She gasps when she feels him bit down on that spot. He knows what he is doing and she’s got no intentions of stopping him. 

Sang Zhi is  fiddling with the buttons on his shirt when they both hear something that makes them freeze. 

The front door opening. 

“Jiaxu!” Someone calls. It echoes across the office.

All Sang Zhi can hear is their heavy breathing and the sudden absurdly loud footsteps. Sang Zhi is certain she hears Jiaxu mumbling a curse under his breath. He doesn’t move off her though. Not yet. Perhaps hoping whoever it is will just go away. No such luck. 

“Duan Jiaxu!” the voice calls again.  It sounds much closer this time. “You still here?” 

She glances up at Jiaxu, eyes wide in fear. He doesn’t move for a beat before pulling himself upright. He takes her by the hand, righting her on his desk too. 

“Boss?” 

It’s one of his programmers. Jiaxu was certain he had sent everyone home. He looks at Sang Zhi taking in her dishevelled appearance. There is no hiding what they had just been doing. Her usually pale face is flushed. She’s got the beginnings of a love bite on her neck and Jiaxu is sure he’s in a state no less telling. 

There is no way out. Not without Zou Yong seeing Sang Zhi. He knows she’s dressed up only for him and Jiaxu is not about to let her feel embarrassed for what she’s done. 

“Jiaxu …” she whispers urgently. 

Sang Zhi looks at him helplessly for a second long before jumping off the desk. She rushes to grab her coat and turns to Jiaxu once more. 

“Hide me.” 

“W-what?” 

“Hide me,” she repeats and he immediately looks around the office space for a place but there is none. 

None but one. His desk. 

They look back at each other as though having the same idea. Jiaxu grabs her hand, leading her around the desk. He stops for a moment, silently asking if she’s okay with this but Sang Zhi is already getting down and under the desk. 

Just in time too as a knock comes from the other side of his office door. Haphazardly, he runs his fingers through his hair and manages to barely tuck his shirt back into his pants. He remains standing at his desk, a few random pages in hand. There is a second knock and Jiaxu feelings only minutely calmer. 

“Come in,” he calls. 

“You still here boss?” Zou Yong says as he enters. “I thought you would be long gone by now.” 

Jiaxu appreciates the concern from his younger employee but he also really hates what he interrupted. 

“Just had to go over a few details,” Jiaxu says. “Why did you come back?” 

“Ah, forgot my keys.” 

Jiaxu nods and chances a glance down. He can barely see Sang Zhi, which he supposes is a good thing. 

Zou Yong moves closer to the desk and Jiaxu panics. He sits  down and then wonders if that was such a good idea. He’s lost his height advantage on Zou Yong and he’s not sure how much space Sang Zhi has now. 

“Oh boss, I suppose now that you’re here I can ask you about this error message I keep getting,” Zou Yong goes on. 

Jiaxu gets a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as he watches Zou Yong pull out his laptop from his bag. He sucks in a sharp breath when he feels Sang Zhi grab his leg. He can feel the bite of her nails through his pants and he quickly moves his chair to cover more of the space. 

“Why don’t we sit with it tomorrow?” Jiaxu asks instead. Zou Yong, has his laptop in hand and is already making his way around the desk. He bites down on his tongue when he feels her touch against his leg again. Except now its inching up. He barely covers a cough as she does it again. She is going to be the death of him. 

“You okay, boss?” Zou Yong asks looking at him a little more intently for a moment. 

Jiaxu makes a show of rotating his shoulders back and forth. “Hhm, just stiff from sitting here all night.” 

His remark is met with another lingering touch beneath the table. She’s more confident this time and he almost reaches down to snatch her hand in his.  

Jiaxu leans forward, bracing himself on his arms. “Don’t worry too much about the errors,” he says trying to keep a straight face. “I’ll need to have a meeting with everyone anyway to discuss the revisions we need to make so it would be a good time to sort through all the errors we keep coming across.” 

Zou Yong nods and for a moment, he looks relieved. That worries on Jiaxu for a bit. Had it not been for the guest he is currently hiding under the desk, he would have given it more attention. For the time being he settles for reassuring his employee. 

“Zou Yong, if you’re having trouble with these things, don’t be afraid to ask. We’re all here to help each other.” 

“I will … I just don’t want you to think I can’t do it.” 

Jiaxu smiles, remembering that feeling all too well. “I won’t. I was an intern once. You don’t get better without learning to ask for help.” He’s glad to see Zou Yong nod and slips his laptop back into his backpack. “You should head home. I’m almost done here.” 

“You want me to stay and help you?” 

“No!” Jiaxu answers a bit more harshly than he intends too. “I mean … it’s already late and I’m going to head out it a bit. There is no point, really.” 

Zou Yong, bless his heart doesn’t question it further. He waves goodbye and is calling out good wishes to his boss as he leaves. 

Jiaxu doesn’t breath until he hears the front door close again. Exhaling he all but collapses into his chair, before pushing away from the desk. He finally looks under his desk and sees his Zhizhi, blushing and grinning. They both laugh a moment later. 

She’s got a sort of coy smile that is absolutely driving him mad and he knows without a doubt he’s done here for the night. 

It’s time to head home. 

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he asks, holding his hand out for her to take. 

She does and he helps her up. Before she can say otherwise, he tugs her closer to him, and shifts his chair so she ends up in his lap. 

“Oh, I’m trouble?” she asks raising a brow. “I must learn it from you, Duan Jiaxu.” 

He guffaws. “Liar,” he teases, pulling her closer. He places a quick kiss to her lips. 

“That was very close.” She fiddles with his collar, as she asks, “Can we go home now?” 

Jiaxu grins. “Absolutely.” 

They both rise from his chair and Jiaxu picks up his coat and phone from where he had thrown them earlier. He’s tugging his coat on when he turns back to her. She’s buttoning up her own winter coat, concealing the little surprise she had brought for him. 

“Zhizhi,” he calls. When she looks at him, he’s got the softest look in hie eyes. “I liked this surprise. A lot.” 

Her cheeks are still tinged pink and he loves that look. “Good,” she says and then takes his outstretched hand. 

They head out together, Jiaxu falling behind just a step as they lock up. 

“Do I get to see it again, at home?” he asks. She glances at him over her shoulder. He shrugs almost too nonchalantly. She can see the barest of there smirks on his lips. 

“Hhm, I don’t know.” 

She doesn’t need to turn around to know he’s frowning now. She feels him squeeze her hand, tugging her back slightly. 

“Why not? I didn’t get to appreciate like I wanted too this time around.” 

“And whose fault is that?” she teases. 

“Not mine! Of all the times to be interrupted!” He shakes his head in clear aggrievance. 

“Well that’s a good point. Let’s see if we can rectify that,” Sang Zhi says and giggles when Jiaxu rushes them to his car. 

It’s a blur of a ride home, but doesn’t matter because she’s hardly got her shoes off before he’s backing her up against the door. They leave a trail of clothing from the door to their bed. As far as surprises go, this one is the best yet. 

Wéi – hi 

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday! 💛

Rather than trying to work on where I am currently at in The Perfect Storm, I am instead working on things which fall further down the line!! Let's just say that there is a fanfiction trope which I absolutely adore, and I will be using it for Elyse and Balgruuf hehehe... It's been something I have had planned out from almost the very beginning!!

Tagging people on this for the first time in a while! And I am tagging the ever lovely @thequeenofthewinter and @pitiable-arisen and anyone else who wishes to share a WIP, though obviously don't feel obligated to do so 💛😊

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Balgruuf exhaled and ran his hands down his face as he finally sat down at his desk. He had most certainly never expected the meeting to end with that consensus, but if it got both the Empire and the Stormcloaks to stop breathing down his neck about allegiances... It surely had to be worth it. At the same time, he was incredibly relieved that they hadn’t settled on Elyse’s suggestion. Just because it had worked once did not mean that it would work again. There was something about that idea which made his stomach churn and his blood run cold – he didn’t like it in the slightest.

“Um... Now that everyone else has gone...” Elyse whispered from where she was sat, looking nervous as she fidgeted with her fingers. “How do you honestly feel about this plan?”

He looked at her for a moment, before pursing his lips together and folding his arms over. “I would probably have to admit that I am uncertain. I do not know what to think about it, even if the logic is sound.”

For a moment, she was quiet, then nodded. “That’s understandable...” She then let out her breath, and closed her eyes. “I’m scared.”

“You’re-? Elyse, why are you scared?” He rose from his seat and moved to the other one at the opposite side of his desk, the one which was beside her. “You know that we do not have to-“

“I- I think it’s because I don’t know what to expect and it goes against how I usually try to handle things. This isn’t just politics, it’s politics mixed in with... all sorts. And this doesn’t just impact the two of us, it will have an impact on everyone around us.” She inhaled, her body trembling slightly. “Plus you know that I- That I like to handle problems on my own, if I can... But it’s not an option this time. This isn't just something that affects me.”

Her eyes widened and body grew stiff for a moment when he reached out and clasped her hands within his. “We will get through this, Elyse. Together.”

[greenhousethree]

Chasing chapter three - Captain

Hers would be the first Hogwarts Quidditch team assembled in two years, riding the legacy of the last inter-house clean sweep under a Captain with the same surname. The cup in Gryffindor’s trophy case drew small crowds between lessons, bearing the name of its last champion— the most famous wizard in Europe, the one who’d captained his team to victory and moved right on to saving the world.

Potions and penalties.

Thanks to those who've let me know you were looking forward to this chapter! Weather's getting cold enough for Quidditch and Hogsmeade; stay tuned for chapter 4...

Playlist can be found here. 💫

Songs for Chapter Three (no character themes, only vibes): Scattered Flocks - William Ryan Fritch The Pasture - Elephant Revival New Tail - John Powell Soul - Matchbox Twenty Winds of Wander - A Fine Frenzy

[captivemuses]

🎲 ( from diluc )

kiss roulette 35. A kiss against a wall

The problem with long distance relationships was time together was a commodity and should never be taken for granted. Almost of Teyvat was Childe's stomping ground for where he could be sent for a mission, and more often than not it meant not in the vicinity of Mondstat to see the fiery winemaker who had thoroughly captured the Harbingers attention despite all of Diluc's efforts to keep Childe away.

This time today was fleeting. So fleeting that he was literally passing through to go to the Liyue port that would take him straight through to Fontaine, and he deviated from his agents for not even thirty minutes so he could hurry to Dawn Winery and see if the slim chance of Diluc being there would happen. He had, out taking care of his horse in fact so the stable would have to do. There wasn't much time to talk, not many words had been exchanged just yet after Childe had tethered Polnoch to a fence post so he could have both hands free to hold Diluc's cheeks while he the redhead Diluc intensely. Pinning him against the stable wall was both to preserve their body heat together but also get that quick bit of proximity to keep him company during time apart.

And even after a few moments of heated kisses being exchanged, Childe barely pulled his lips away to murmur against Diluc's mouth, at least for now. Leaving so soon after getting here was going to make the goodbye harder, but any opportunity to see his lover was not one Childe wanted to pass up.

"I don't have long firefly, twenty minutes at best. I just wanted to see you if you were here when I passed close enough by."

[muchmossymess]

Anyone know where I can get some quality snake oil?

[michaelwatt]

(Me reading that you were only gonna post one angelbutter but comments happened) muahahaha my evil plan worked

Shakes fist at u!!!

Look at what you've done! My hand cannot cease drawing these two policeman-officers and bc of that they're rotting my brain further!!

[jhuzen]

GAH IM LOSING MY ACTUAL MIND LIKE CRAZY. THE TOS WITH ALHAITHAMSBFFNBCBCBC losing it. if there is ever a pt2 I may just implode. IT WAS SO GOOD AND LIKE FHHFBFHF after that i’m in love w him too tf?

WHDKSMJDC i’m glad you liked it 😭 there’s just something so magical about fucking alhaitham and fucking with him at the same time lmao. he can be so babygirl sometimes.

and should there ever be a part two… hMMmMmMM i’m thinking dumbass in socializing haitham having a meltdown whether or not we like him unaware that we may be actually asking his stupid ass out. LMAO that’d be hilarious 😭😭