#lost lake festival

[cellulardreams]

Muna by Festival Snob Via Flickr: Lost Lake Festival 2017 | Phoenix, AZ | Photo: Meghan Breedlove

[filmnoirfoundation]

NOIR CITY 21 opens tonight and we are sold out! Tickets still available for all other screenings, as well as Passports (full series passes) at NoirCity.com Doors open at 6pm. Eddie Muller book signing 6-7pm on the Grand Lake Theatre's mezzanine.

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↪     𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 , HISTORICAL 〳 FANTASY edition !   (  a  collection  of  25  settings  based upon the period 〳 fantasy genres ; meant  to  inspire  drabbles  or  be  used  as  prompts . WILL be updated .   )

001. the interior of an elegant carriage .

002. seated at a large dining table set with an elaborate meal .

003. the shadowy corner of a lively tavern .

004. the top of a light house during a raging storm .

005. along the dimly lit corridor of a large manor .

006. the damp , dark brig of a pirate ship .

007. the ruins of an ancient structure lost to time .

008. a theater hall brimming with attendees .

009. the bustling streets of a market town .

010. a sun - drenched vineyard .

011. along a boardwalk overlooking the sea .

012. a moonlit cemetery full of weathered graves .

013. on horseback , deep in the woods .

014. a luxurious drawing room smelling of tea .

015. a sprawling dragon roost , hidden atop craggy mountain peaks .

016. a war - torn battlefield .

017. a beautiful cathedral bustling with churchgoers .

018. within a crammed opera box during a performance .

019. an elegant tearoom serving afternoon refreshments .

020. a lakeside pavilion on an especially hot day .

021. a sprawling network of underground catacombs .

022. a hidden glade in the middle of the woods .

023. the deep , dark dungeon of a castle .

024. a market square full of fruit and fineries .

025. a baker's shop smelling of wonderful pastries .

026. the quiet stables of a large estate .

027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

028. in a dimly lit library , hidden amongst the books .

029. among the high walls of a hedge maze .

030. at the front desk of a warm , homey inn .

031. under the protection of a gazebo as it rains .

032. on the landing of a busy train station .

033. a gambling hall alight with raucous laughter and drink .

034. a pristine infirmary , mostly empty .

035. on board a huge ship making a long voyage .

+   20  more  setting  prompts :    6 / 01 / 2024

036. in a sunlit garden adorned with blooming flowers .

037. at the edge of a serene forest lake under a starry sky.

038. within a quiet corridor of a castle during a lavish ball .

039. in a bustling blacksmith's forge , sparks flying .

040. on a rocky cliffside overlooking a vast ocean .

041. in a quaint village square during a festival .

042. within a secret chamber hidden behind a bookshelf .

043. in the grand atrium of a luxurious hotel .

044. along a narrow brick alleyway in a crowded town .

045. within a busy marketplace in a desert town .

046. on a tranquil beach at sunrise .

047. in a cozy cottage with a crackling fireplace .

048. at the helm of a majestic airship soaring through the clouds .

049. in a grand library filled with ancient tomes .

050. on a bustling harbor dock as ships come and go .

051. within a magical forest where the trees glow softly .

052. in an apothecary's shop filled with herbs and potion .

053. at a secluded cabin by a dangerously quick river .

054. within the opulent throne room of a powerful ruler .

055. in an enchanted glade where fairies dance in the moonlight .

[retiredteabag]

An uninformed narrative

Pt. 1 - Pt. 2

Synopsis: You had lived in Stardew Valley for a year before you met the hunter from the adventures guild, Sukuna Itadori. It did not take long for him to catch your attention but you couldn't help feeling as if his affection resided anywhere but you.

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

This is a Sukuna stardew valley au, heavily inspired by @tearzintheclub's similar series with butcher!sukuna, I highly recommend reading their work, they are super kind and were a big motivation for me to make this!

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

Damn it...damn it...damn-

After all the work you had put into your farm, into your skill set, into your friendships, the Dunning-Kruger effect had bitten you where it hurt. And you couldn't help but feel it was all your fault.

The pit in your stomach was sinking. How could you have let this happen? You had been so careful, you had even worn the armor you recently acquired from the guild. Was all this effort for nothing?

There were many thoughts swirling in your head as you frantically attempted to fend off the ghosts attacking you. You were encircled. Yes, the number was weening but so was your health, you knew you didn't have long. And the strongest feeling brewing in your heart was the shame that you had overestimating yourself.

The sword in your hand shook and your knees throbbed as you fell to the stone floor deep within the mines. Your vision was fading and even as you knew there was nothing left for you to win, you swung at the ghost coming your way, missing in your haste, and slump to the ground. Unmoving.

At least nobody would find you here...see you like this.....

-- several hours prior --

Life continued on as usual after joining the adventurers guild. The Stardew Valley Fair had just passed and after collecting your most prized items, you had won. Your heart had been full that night, not for your accomplishments, but for how loved you felt after a day of festivities with your friends.

You had sat and eaten with Penny and Leah, discussing life in the valley. You and Leah both had come to the Valley after living the city life but Penny had been born in Stardew, and that evening she had confessed her hope to one day travel away from town. The three of you decided that one day, you would adventure together.

Penny had cried.

Your heart was warm, watching Yuuji, Jas, and Vincent play in the apple-bobbing bucket and participate in slingshot games. Yuuji bounced up and down when he spotted you and his teacher, begging the two of you to come and play with them.

Life had felt whole.

Despite the labor that went into caring for your crops and animals, you had never felt so fulfilled.

Having just cracked level 50 in the mines that weekend, you grew excited when a day would come when you would have the chance to explore more of the depths.

It was not simply for personal gain, either. Though it was nice to have useful ore and pretty gemstones, you couldn't help but love feeling useful to your friends in town. Hunting the monsters below the surface was never too much work when it meant seeing their grateful faces.

Not too long after the town fair the forecast called for rain. Those days were designated for the awaiting mineshaft as you had little to do around the farm.

Back then, you had never thought it would cause this.

--

Night had fallen when you were found. It was dark, and relentlessly pouring rain, you could hear its aggressive pitter-patter on the ceiling of the cave.

You squeezed your eyes and tried to move but your body cried out against the stretch. You drew your hands down to the earth you were strewn upon. Your fingers traced the dirt below you.

Dirt?

Your eyes shot open. Heart beating as if you had never lost consciousness. Your vision and skull were pulsing painfully with the beats of your heart. You flung your head around dramatically.

You were within the face of the cave, you could just make out the Mountain Lake through the rain...

Your palm finds your forehead, and some kind of inhuman noise escapes you. Your brain was just starting to question how you moved up 55 levels when you opened your eyes again and saw him.

A man is squatting by your side, he looks... furious... to say the least.

Not expecting to see anything but a ghost in the case of your survival, you gasp. Shifting away from his all-too-close glower.

"Stay still you moron." He's gripping your shoulder with a hand, pulling you closer, you hadn't seen or felt it before, but he's got his other hand on your shin.

"Wha-what- how-who- I just-" Nicely said. Very eloquent.

He seems to scowl even more, despite not thinking it possible.

"Are you out of your mind?" His eyes glow red in the dark of the cavern. Though he has brought himself close to the ground in examining you, he is still a looming presence. "How can a damn farmer not have any food on them?"

"I just- I was" It was then that you realize who the man before you is. You had met him this past week, in the adventurers guild. The embarrassment you felt increased ten fold. "I had some...but-"

"What? You used it all and didn't think to head back? Are you trying to get yourself killed?" He released his grip on your left calf and a fiery pain shoots up your leg. You gasp.

"No-!" You shake with the feeling.

"Sure looks like you are." The man shoulders his backpack to his front and starts searching for something.

Gratitude is the last thing on your mind. You're already ashamed enough but this man... this Sukuna was it? He was being unnecessarily rude.

He finally brings out a wad of cheese wrapped in parchment, and hands it to you.

"Eat. Your runnin' on fumes right now."

You huff but don't try to hide your desperation. Accepting the cheese and scarfing it down. Once it's settled in your stomach you feel much more alive. The pain in your calf is still very real but at least you have enough energy to make it home.

You push down at the ground, attempting to lift yourself but the weight on your leg causes a dramatic whimper to escape your throat. The pain was blinding. You'd have to see Harvey about this...

"What are ya doing?!" The tattooed man shoves your shoulders once more to keep you from rising.

"I'm trying- I need to get back..." You shake off his grip.

He laughs at you. But there's no smile on his face. It's cruel. "You really must be an idiot." Your brows furrow. "You aint walkin' on that leg." He points, and when you make no reply, he tugs up at the hem of your pants.

It's strange. He is the biggest, burliest man you've ever encountered, to countryman or city man alike, he is... quite large. He has a rough voice too, and a brutal look. Yet the touch he leaves on your ankle as he relives its weight, sliding the pantleg up, is as clement as a kitten.

This gentle juxtaposition throws you and it takes a moment for you to realize his intention to show you the blackened bruise that covers your left leg, ankle to shin. All air leaves you.

"You were fully out by the time I got down there. You're lucky most beasts here aint hungry for human flesh." He tucks your pant leg into your sock, softly settling your leg onto the ground once more.

You stare at his bent form. "Well...I'm- Thank you, you didn't have to get me, but I appreciate it." He's making an incredulous face, insulted. "And-" You speak up, "for the cheese as well, I feel much better."

He scoffs- "Oh, I didn't have to? And I suppose I'm to just leave ya to die? Gimmie a break."

He's stood to his full height just then, as he makes his way to peer out of the cave entrance you roll your eyes. Mentally retracting your thanks.

"Picked a great day to be here. Real nice choice of weather." He's taking off his backpack, then his jacket.

"Well..." You huff, "I guess you can come down here whenever you please but I'm busy with the farm when it's not raining, so actually today was ideal weather." You cross your arms, annoyed. Then work yourself up to try and stand once more.

"Oh yea?" He shuffles in his bag again, "Well I'd imagine if you were so busy with farm work you wouldn't come down here without some food to sustain your travel." He looks at your wobbling form now, and hisses between his teeth, dropping his bag.

"What the hell is wrong with you??!" His voice is frightening, and your eyes shake as you watch him stomp your way. "Couldn't wait one second, huh?"

"I need to get home, it's almost midnight..." You were starting to get fed up with his attitude. He's rolling his eyes and scoffing as if you've done something wrong.

But then he does something strange. He's grunts, squatting right beside you, but he's turned now, his broad back in your face.

"What... are you doing?" You squint at him.

"Thought you needed to get home." He turns to look at you, "Are you suddenly getting patient now?"

"What? No! I can do it myself!" As you say it you become more sure of yourself. There is no way you are letting this pompous prick carry you all the way to the farmhouse.

This time he sounds as if his laugh might be a bit more genuine. "Don't-make-me-laugh." His voice is mean and he turns to face you. "You're dumber than I thought if you're gonna try and walk home on that," he points to your leg, "in this." He directs his finger to the cave entrance, illuding to the downpour outside.

You grit your teeth. Almost wanting to swing at him. "Fine. Carry me then. Since I'm clearly incapable." Some part of your presumes he'll leave you here to fend for yourself. But he just frowns.

Disbelief covers his brows. "S'what I was trying to do from the start." His voice is low, and he turns once more, one arm pulls your own over his right shoulder, the other cradles your wounded leg.

"I'm gonna pull. Don't hoist yourself."

It's annoying. How prominent his lats and lower traps are. He lifts you, his right hand locked on your forearm, holding it to his chest. Now that he has risen, he uses his other arm to swing your left leg across his hip, allowing you to find a comfortable position as his new backpack.

There was a strain in your body as he had lifted you, but still, you're shocked by how effortless he made it look.

Too afraid to make a noise for fear of something stupid like "wow" coming out, you hold tight in silence as he bends down to grab his jacket. As he swings it across your form, the zipper hits your temple.

"Ow!" You grumble in his ear and he chuckles.

Bastard.

He bends once more to grab his bag and with it in hand, starts off through the mountains.

You never asked for his jacket. And you wouldn't have either. But you do feel a little bad that he is getting soaked while your clothes remain almost perfectly dry.

You swing your elbow onto his shoulder and bring your hand to the top of his head to block the rain.

"Enough of that." He swats away your hovering hand, "M' not made of sugar."

"Could've fooled me." You mumble

He reaches up to you with an open hand, finds your head with precision, and promptly flicks your skull with a firm finger.

"Ow!" You whine, tearing his hand from your forehead and tugging his ear like a grandma.

It's silent for a while as he treks past the carpenter's house, and into the path behind the bus station. "I'm just down here." You point. Trying to avoid the awkward silence.

"I know where the farm is." He motions your hand away once more.

Okay. You grit your teeth. Why can he not just be friendly like everyone else in this town?

When you begin to see the lights of your house, your heart starts to pulse. Are you supposed to invite him in? Is he going to lay you in bed? Your mind spins.

Before stomping up your porch steps, he grabs a large stick that your dog undoubtably has been carrying around and leans it against your door. "You good to be dropped off here? Or d'ya need me to tuck you in too?"

Little. Brat.

"I think I'll fair just fine like this." You force out. An attempt at cordiality.

"Alright then." He reaches around, gripping the small of your back, and gently lowers you to a stack of logs you keep for winter. Not allowing you to swing down and fall.

A small part of you wants to thank him. Was he an annoying git? Yes. But he didn't need to go to all the trouble to carry you home. Even so, his irritating remarks still float in your recent memory, so instead of a 'thank you', you say,

"The town is that way!" Pointing to the path he had walked past. His back had turned from you and continued south.

He turns around only for a moment.

"I'm well aware. I've lived here a'lot longer than you." He turns once more, making his way down to the forest.

"That's the way to the CIdersap Forest though?" You shout after him over the roars of the wind.

"Really?" He yells over the storm, not turning back, but moving slowly, "Didn't know."

"Well...." You lean on the stick he brought you to stand, "Where are you headed, it's nearly morning!"

The man turns one last time a grimace on his face. "I live in the Cidersap Forest."

His words permeated your brain now that he's gone from your vision. How could that be? That's where Marnie, Leah, and Jin lived. Could it be that there was a place you hadn't encountered in your year at the Village? Maybe so, seeing as you had only met the Hunter this past week.

The events of the night weighed on your shoulders as you limped into your house, gently closing the door. Your dog was wagging its tail, laying in bed, waiting for you.

It wasn't until you were about to flop on your bed that you realized: he had left you his jacket.

[snoopyhughes]

walked in and dream came trued it for ya (nh13)

happy summer fic exchange @nol-pat! I hope you love this, my goal was to write a fun, lighthearted, Euro summer fic and I hope that translates into my writing. thank you as always, Demi for hosting this event for our community. @wyattjohnston. title from espresso by Sabrina carpenter :)

This is 1.8k words of pure fluff, strangers to lovers, I tried my best to make this a gender neutral reader so that it's safe for all to read.

You weren't sure that you ever imagined a trip like this.

One of your best friends was getting married to the love of her life, and when she asked you to be one of her bridesmaids, of course, you said yes. When you met Lucy in middle school, you couldn't say you thought that the two of you would be in each other's weddings. The "friendship" started off rocky, with Lucy holding hands with your boyfriend during science lab right in front of you. Lucy however, had no idea he was your boyfriend, and when she found out, she pushed him over and immediately coined you two as best friends. You were apprehensive at first of her outward nature, but soon found out the two of you made a perfect pair.

When Lucy decided to go to NYU for college, you staying closer to your home, neither of you could've imagined that she would've met the love of her life weeks in to her freshman year. Or that the love of her life would just so happen to be New Jersey Devils defenseman John Marino.

John was in his first season with the Devils when Lucy met him at a bar downtown, and the two of them clicked immediately. The two had been dating for a few years when John proposed. A few months later, John was traded to Utah, taking your best friend with him.

Since John's first full season in Utah, you had only seen Lucy once. When Lucy let it slip to John one night that her dream was to get married in Italy, a long lost dream that had gotten lost amongst the piles of student loans and outlandish New York rent fees, John jumped through every hoop to make it happen, and managed to get it all pulled together in a year. This all led you to here, in beautiful Lake Como, clutching your bags at the arrival gate feeling like a fish out of water.

To her credit, Lucy met you at the gate, the two of you embracing in a hug that was so needed after the long months you spent apart. "I missed you so much! I can't believe you're here!" She exclaimed, squeezing you tightly. "I can't believe it either! And I can't believe John paid for my flight," you grumbled in an attempt to hide how guilty you felt. When Lucy told you her and John were to be married in Italy, it took only seconds of her observing the horrified and disappointed look on your face until her and John decided to fund the trip. Lucy paid her share, working as a nurse practitioner now based in Utah, and the two of them didn't flinch before booking your trip. Lucy said it would be "absolutely foolish" to get married without you by her side as one of her bridesmaids. The title of maid of honor was always reserved for her sister, you coming in as a close second.

"Oh! And I have to tell you, I paired you up with Johnny's gorgeous teammate. He's foreign, single, and not to mention, he's the captain." Lucy squealed as you walked out to the rental car, your eyes bugging out. "Oh I'm googling him immediately," you giggled.

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The group of wedding party members arrived a few days early to spend some time in Italy exploring the beautiful country before the wedding duties begun. All Lucy informed you of was that you were going to be boating around the water and having lunch at a waterfront restaurant. As you got ready in what you thought was most appropriate for the occasion, your mind drifted to the man you saw on your phone screen yesterday.

When you found Nico on social media, you couldn't believe that Lucy had paired you two together for the wedding festivities. Nico was absolutely stunning. You never felt like a particularly shy person, but you found yourself rehearsing potential conversations, feeling like nothing could prepare you for any sort of interaction you had with the Swiss center man.

When you walked into the lobby of the resort, meeting the rest of the bridesmaids, they all squealed when they saw you, ready for the day on the boat. "Oh my god! You look incredible!" Daphne, Lucy's college roommate squealed, pulling you into a hug, which you had learned was her signature greeting. "Nico isn't gonna know what hit him!" Another bridesmaid had yelled. You shook your head laughing. You knew that Lucy had made it out to seem like you were forlorn, but the truth was that Lucy hated your ex so much that she was determined to set you up right after the breakup. What you felt was enough time to cope with the breakup had added an extra year onto that time, and it was safe to say you were ready to get back in to dating.

When you met the happy couple and the groomsmen at the boat, you weren't sure what to expect. But you can safely say you definitely were not expecting a party yacht, with blaring music, and men who already looked like they had downed a few bottles of champagne. After the boys moaned and groaned about your "late arrival" of 10 minutes, the boat set off.

You snuck away from the hustle and bustle momentarily to watch the views, seated towards the water with your drink of choice, when the man you had been thinking about for the last 24 hours came to greet you. "Y/N?" he asked hesitantly, almost like he wasn't completely convinced it was you. "That's me!" you smiled at him, and when you turned and made eye contact with his smiling face, little did you know the two of you melted like butter in the hot summer sun.

"Wow," he muttered out loud, much to his dismay. Sensing his nerves, you stood up to shake his hand. "Hi! Nice to finally meet you, Nico. I understand we're going to be walking down the aisle together?" you asked with a smile. He took your hand with a shake, albeit a bit clammy, and put his other hand on your forearm, causing goosebumps to arise. You were suddenly grateful for your decision to wear your favorite swimming suit, the one you felt most confident in. You considered leaving it until after the wedding, but no better time than the present.

"Yeah, we are. Have you been in a wedding before?" You asked him with a smile, causing Nico's cheeks to turn pink. "I've been in two weddings before. Best man in one and a groomsman in the other. What about you?" He asked you, trying not to show his nerves. "I've never been in one. I haven't been to many weddings, this is all very new to me." You smiled at him, grateful that you would have his smiling face next to you throughout this journey. You didn't know hardly anyone here, and before you met the other bridesmaids, you were starting to realize how nervous you really were. But as you met the other bridesmaids, the wives and girlfriends of John's teammates past and present, and of course, Nico, you felt much more comfortable with the fact that you had never traveled outside of the country, had never been in a wedding before, and knew virtually no one outside of the bride and groom.

"Hopefully I can keep you good company, make your first wedding very memorable for you." Nico mentioned cheekily, the same blush dusting the apples of his cheeks. "I hope so."

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You never doubted that Nico would make the wedding and your trip memorable, but you were surprised at the amount of chivalry he was pulling out. You were so nervous to impress him, but little did you know, Nico had been thinking about you constantly since you met on the boat. Not to mention he spent the rest of the time on the yacht keeping you company, getting you refills of your favorite drink, and bringing you water when the July Italian sun proved to be as bright and as scorching as you had imagined.

You were getting ready with the other bridesmaids, putting on another coat of mascara when you heard a knock on the door. You were the only one doing your makeup at the time, and after a quick scope around the room to make sure none of the girls who were changing were gonna flash the visitor at the door, you opened the door.

A pleasant surprise greeted you: Nico with a bouquet of flowers, looking breathtaking in his soft grey groomsman suit. "These are for you," he mumbled nervously, pushing them towards you with that blush on his cheeks that was becoming very familiar to you. "Thank you, these are gorgeous!" You smiled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek as a sign of gratitude. Nico had no idea how he was standing on his own two feet at that point. In just a few short days, you had turned him into putty in your hands. He found himself wondering how far the travel would be from where you lived to Newark when the season started.

He bid you a goodbye, the both of you going to finish off getting ready for the wedding and helping the bride and groom respectively to get ready for the walk down the aisle.

When you met Nico at the end of the aisle, the two of you felt your heart stop. And when Nico continued to make eye contact with you during the ceremony, keeping a soft hand on your back throughout the reception, and when the two of you finally joined each other at the end of the night for a dance, you melted into his arms, Nico feeling so lucky to have been paired with you. He felt himself falling hard for you, and you felt the same way.

"Can I convince you to make a trip to Jersey this season? I know Lucy and Johnny aren't there anymore, but I'd like to think you have another reason to come back." Nico asked with his head resting against the top of your head. "Do I?" you teased, causing Nico to laugh. "I'm kidding, I'd love to." When you looked up at him after confirming his plans, seeing the sparkling look in his eye, you only had one more thing to do. The two of you felt the magnetic pull towards each other, your lips finally touching, and you both knew that the two of you were smitten. As Nico rested his hand on your waist and pulled away, seeing John and Lucy smiling at you, everyone had a feeling the four of you would soon find yourself in a similar situation a few years down the road.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Hello, hello! Congrats to the milestone! For the festivity may I wish for a fic with 1/A; 2/Canon- adjasond; 3/Hurt/Comfort and 4 is up to you. If it fits your jam, would be an outsider pov be possible? 👀

Thank you so much for the ask, I definitely gave myself some feels writing this one! I've never done a Wayne POV before, but I'm quite happy with how it turned out. 🥲

Your first warden

Words: 999

Rated: T

Tags: POV Wayne Munson; Good uncle Wayne Munson; Child neglect; Child abuse; Alcohol abuse; Drowning; Referenced parental death; Eddie had a shitty childhood; Post-Vecna; Everybody lives; Hurt Eddie Munson; Recovery; Caretaker Steve Harrington; Hurt/comfort

The first time Eddie almost died, he was two years old. 

Al had insisted on bringing him along for that fishing trip. A proper men's day out, he'd said. Of course Al’s idea of a proper men's day out was hitting the booze the second they arrived. By the time Wayne heard him snore, little Ed had already wandered off. 

He found him floating face down between the reeds a few yards away. The water lillies and the pretty lights rippling on the surface must've drawn him in. Wayne thinks he lost five years of his life in the seconds between pulling him out and the kid's first coughs filling the air.

“‘s okay, kiddo,” Wayne murmured as he rocked the both of them, tears and lake water drenching his flannel. “‘s okay. I gotcha.”

The ruckus drew Al, of course. He took one look at them and yanked Eddie away by the arm, slapping him hard across the face. 

“Quit howling, it's your own damn fault for going in the water. And you,” his eyes found Wayne's and his face twisted into something ugly. “Who d'ya think you are, his fucking guard dog? Keep your nose outta things that don't concern ya.” 

And maybe it was because Wayne never liked being told what to do, least of all by his drunk, deadbeat brother - but he promised himself something on that day. 

For as long as Eddie would need him, he'd watch over him. 

He'd often think back on that promise over the years. Teaching Eddie to ride a bike. Letting him sob into his shoulder at his mom's funeral, daring Al to say something about being a man one glare at a time. Taking him in when he showed up on his doorstep, bruised and beaten, hair shorn so short his scalp was bleeding in places. 

Wayne never regretted his decision, and he never broke that promise. 

Until the day Eddie almost died the second time. 

*

The beemer parked by the new trailer is a sight he should be used to by now. Still, Wayne can't help but grumble as he makes his way up the porch steps. 

Don't get him wrong, he'll be forever grateful to the Harrington boy for carrying Eddie out of literal hell, but he isn't sure if this new friendship between the two will ever be anything but bizarre to him. 

Maybe it's because the Harringtons don't mingle with the likes of them, or maybe it's because the lad is the exact type of kid Eddie hates with a passion, usually. 

Maybe it's because Wayne has noticed the way Eddie looks at the boy. He's always had a way of getting in too deep, Eddie has. Drawn to pretty flowers and rippling lights that'll slip through his fingers when grasps at them, luring him in until it's too late. 

The first thing he hears when he steps inside is a thud, followed by a wince. He's just taken the first step when Harrington barrels out of the kitchen and into Eddie’s room, completely unaware of Wayne standing in the door. 

“Eddie? What are you doing?” 

“Nothing,” comes Eddie’s reply, and Wayne knows that tone. The just-got-caught-doing-forbidden-shit one. “Just trying to put up this fucking thing.” 

Toeing off his boots, Wayne hovers closer to the half-open door. A look inside reveals Eddie, sitting on the bed with a sheepish grin on his face and that giant banner he made for his band beside him. Harrington, back turned to the door, huffs and picks up the hammer lying on the ground. 

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he scolds, climbing onto the bed and gesturing for Eddie to hand him the banner. A few swift movements and knocks of the hammer later, it’s hanging. “You could’ve opened a wound. Again. What do I need to do to make you stay in bed, tie you up?” 

Eddie grins toothily. “Okay, one: I am in bed, technically. And two: oooh, kinky.” 

Wayne groans soundlessly. Harrington rakes a hand down his face, plopping down cross-legged on the mattress. 

“Eddie.” 

Their knees bump together. Now that he has turned and he can see him in half-profile, Wayne recognizes the concern on Harrington’s face. Eddie’s grin shifts into something softer. 

“I know,” he says, watching his hand fiddle with a loose thread on his pajama pants. “It’s just … It’s annoying, not being able to do anything on my own. Being such a goddamn burden all the time. To Wayne, to the kids. To you.” 

“Hey.” Harrington’s hand settles on top of Eddie’s. “You're not a burden. We're all glad you're here. I'm glad. You know that, right? 

Eddie flips his hand, tangling their fingers together, and Harrington doesn't pull away. 

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs. “I know.” 

Harrington smiles, reaching up to cup Eddie’s face with his free hand. 

“You just wait,” he winks. “You'll be back to walking on tables in no time. And in the meantime …” 

Eddie melts into the touch, lashes brushing the other boy's palm as his eyes flutter shut. 

“In the meantime, you got me.” 

“I gotcha,” Harrington confirms, and leans in. 

Wayne is just about to sneak away when the kettle whistles in the kitchen. The boys turn … and then they all just sort of freeze.

“Hiya, boys,” Wayne rumbles when they're still silently gaping at him a few seconds later. 

“Mr. Munson,” Harrington croaks. “I mean … sir. I mean … hi?” 

“Wayne?” Eddie blurts. “H-how long have you been standing there?” 

Wayne considers that question while both boys continue to stare at him with matching scarlet blushes coloring their cheeks. Their hands are still lying entwined on the mattress between them. 

“Long enough, I reckon,” is what he finally says. “I'll take care of the kettle, Steve. You lads stay put.” 

And with that, he closes the door on their confused faces and makes his way into the kitchen. It's been a long day, and he's looking forward to resting his feet. 

More celebration ficlets

[crystallilytarot]

Choose an earring. The next blessing in your life

1- cherry

If you are tired physically or mentally, please keep going just a little longer, you're almost there! The goal is so close. You can rest soon! If you had a lot of work/ homework lately, you can find the balance between working/studying and your personal life soon. If you try to manifest something, it's working, don't give up! If you try to find a job, you will be able to have a job soon. There will be someone who will help you, and you will be very grateful. It can be emotional support, but for some of you it will be financial support. It's possible that all of you will get a significant amount of money, or you will get a promotion. You will be more confident, calm and you will just enjoy your life. It's very specific, but I heard that for some of you, you will buy a lot of new clothes or accessories and you will be able to express yourself and your personal aesthetic.

2- bunny

If you were lonely lately or if you didn't really go out with your friends, it will change soon. I think it will begin with a party/festival or it can be a small gathering with friends or family too. If you had some bad experiences, trauma, you will feel so much better! I heard that it's enough, you can go out to the world again and have fun, don't let those bad people ruin your happiness! Number 3 is very significant here. Maybe you will spend time again with 2 of your friends. It can be 2 of you, and someone will help you two. I think you will work with 2 other people or make a plan with them about something. If you are working in a team, you will get along well, and your work will be succesful. If you want to relocate, change jobs, study in another city, you will have that opportunity soon! You will possibly go on a trip, it can be to another country, maybe it was your dream to go to those country. If you are in a long distance relationship, you will meet for the first time or you will travel a lot to meet them, and they will travel to you too. If it's not a new relationship, it's possible that they will ask you to move in together. You will feel satisfied, you will have the sense of belonging.

3- birdie

It's possibly a big change that is coming your way. Maybe your life was a little chaotic or painful lately, but it will change soon! You will feel more balanced, relaxed, calm, and you will have peace in your life. Your relationships will be harmonious. I feel you will spend more time outside, it would be good for you if you would spend more time in nature. If you like to swim, go to swimming or just go for a walk at the beach, or to a lake, if there are something like that in your area. You will be very creative in this next period of your life. If you felt like you lost hope, it will change and you will feel more hopeful. Some of you have some sickness, you will recover soon and you will feel better and more energetic. Your vitality will be very good. Maybe some of you will find a new hobby. If you want to be famous, it's possible to happen or at least people will recognize and acknowledge your talent and your uniqueness. If you have some big plans, you need to be patient, it can't be happening in one night. But your hard work will definitely pay off, just keep going. For some of you, you can have a person in your life who can help you, they are someone who is practical, responsible, maybe a little stubborn, but they can give you good advice. And for some of you this person will be a new romantic interest, but it's possible too that they are your friend and your relationship will be more than just a friendship soon. If you can, go for a little trip or to some spa treatment, somewhere you can relax a little, or if you are planning to go to a place like this, you will be able to do it. If you want to think about something /a decision, it would be good to go to a place like this, or just go spend some time in nature, alone if it's possible and you will see everything clearer.

[queerfanfiction]

Kinktober — Public

Oops, this has been in my drafts for months... Probably should save it for Kinktober 2024 but....here. ❤️

Larissa Weems x Reader words: 2.5k

AO3 Link

Summary: Reader and Larissa sit together at the Poe Cup.

As October ended, the Vermont air clung to the last bits of autumn’s warmth. The trees were beautiful colors—leaves dappling the ground with warm tones. Sunlight danced across the water that stretched before you all the way to Raven Island. Nevermore’s Poe Cup was about to begin, and electricity filled the air. You could hear the sounds of hundreds of people moving around you with shouts, laughter, and singing. It seemed as if the entire academy was crowded around the grassy bank next to the lake, ready to witness the competition.

There were tents set up for each team, a refreshments table staffed with student volunteers, and various metal stands constructed to watch the festivities from. Banners were visible in the crowd of students; some supported the Gold Bugs, some the Black Cats, and so on. Carts of sweets and snacks were pushed about jovially. Larissa had made sure hot chocolate was available for the event, and you considered grabbing one for her.

The atmosphere of feverish excitement was highly infectious, and you couldn’t stop yourself from grinning. When you caught sight of Larissa near the front of the crowd in her impeccably fitted dress, a mischievous smirk settled upon your face. The principal stood on a small red-carpeted wooden platform at the front of the crowd just before the water.

Wild, half-formed thoughts began whizzing through your lustful mind as you watched Larissa’s perfectly curated crimson lips move as she spoke to another faculty member enthusiastically. She always loved the Poe Cup. Arrangements for it began before the school year even started, since Larissa always had such fond memories of the competition. You could think of a few ways to ensure she enjoyed the event. One included your head under her dress in the team changing tents.

It had been a couple weeks since Larissa confided in you that she was interested in having sex in public. At first you were shocked by the confession; you didn’t expect proper, respectable, and responsible Larissa Weems to yearn for that kind of sexual gratification. When she had brought it up, you two were coming back from seeing a movie in Jericho. Your hand had found its way to her inner thigh, stroking circles against her soft skin. As innocent and comforting as the action was intended to be, Larissa confessed how arousing it was to be so intimate in a room with others there, completely unaware.

“I want to welcome you all to the Edgar Allan Poe Cup!” erupted Larissa’s voice, over the tumultuous buzz and applause of the crowd. Your cheeks flash pink as you realize you were lost in the thought of your concealed hands hard at work. You’d have to compose yourself a bit better if you were to put your plan into motion. Spectators screamed and clapped, some even waving their banners at Larissa excitedly as her voice echoed over the crowd.  If they kept that level of commotion up, you were sure that any of Larissa’s later noises could be obscured…

The next thing you heard was “Let the Poe Cup begin!”

Larissa, looking ever so pleased with herself, pulls the trigger of the starting pistol to signal the beginning of the event. Even louder cheers fill the chilly air. Howls and whoops bellow as shrill as possible as everyone sets their eyes on the teams pushing off from the shore.

Beaming at you and not privy to your devious plan, Larissa comes to your side to join you in the metal bleachers. You let your eyes roam over the curves of her body—her deliciously long torso and toned legs. You would have probably imploded if your principal had looked like that growing up.

As she sits, you bring your hand to her back and rub it gently, as if you’re just offering encouragement and support. You briefly glance around to ensure you two are as uninteresting as anticipated. Satisfied, your hand begins to wander, providing faux-chaste touches. Your fingertips graze her neck, trail her arms, brush over her breast. You surmise that Larissa is clueless and intending to soliloquize about her years as co-captain for Ophelia Hall.

Sensing the need to take control of the moment, you utter huskily, just loud enough for her to hear, “You look so fucking good right now.” At that, your fingers make their way to fiddle with the edge of Larissa’s dress hem.

Larissa stiffens, suddenly acutely aware of the placement of your hands. “What are you doing?” A whisper—her tone demure and surprised. You could swear you heard a hint of panic bubbling up in her chest.

True, students were close, but who was really invested in their principal during the long-awaited Poe Cup? Your thoughts went to the extensive conversation you and Larissa had in the car weeks prior about each other’s green, yellow, and red sexual flags. Armed with knowledge of how badly she fantasized about the risk of almost being caught, you tentatively continued touching her thighs. Heat flashed through Larissa, stealing her breath and eliciting a gasp.

“Shh, Principal Weems.” You direct into her ear, knowing her slight change in breathing was most likely imperceptible alongside the trees swaying in the wind, the water lapping, and the simultaneous cheering and clapping. “Take off your scarf, and fold it in your lap.”

Her body followed the command almost automatically, and you slipped your hand under it. The sudden thrill gripped her. She couldn’t. They couldn’t. Not here. ...could they? The idea made her ache. Larissa chewed on her bottom lip, querying whether or not to let you proceed. They were in broad daylight among her students, not a dim movie theater with strangers. She couldn't believe this situation was actually turning her on.

“In fact, you’ll probably want to stay very, very quiet.”

Larissa tried to focus on keeping her breathing steady and her red lips firmly clamped shut. She couldn’t help but feel her heart begin to race. Excitement, desperation, panic, surprise, and overwhelming need all contributed to the rise of her pulse. Her eyes darted over to other faculty, paranoid that at any moment you two would be found out. Larissa’s brain was screaming at herself, but she couldn't stop. It was like the desire was controlling her body, and her mind just wasn't on the right receiver channel. Her immediate arousal and submission was a little embarrassing. Shouldn’t she be able to keep her professional life and private life separate? That didn't seem to matter, though; it was like her body was on autopilot for anything you wanted once you whispered in her ear.

Her cheeks got hot, and Larissa found herself inadvertently opening her legs a bit, like an invitation. With any luck, the average passer-by wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

“We can't do this here!" Larissa quietly hissed, sounding more flustered and docile than she meant to. She felt like that’s what she should say. Surely she could have more conviction, bat your hand away, cross her legs, ….anything. Larissa frantically glanced around one more time to make sure that no one looked towards you two; she desperately did not want to get caught. What a scandal for the school it would be. 

Nearly surrendering, Larissa closed her eyes and considered the throbbing ache between her legs. She slid a hand onto your thigh, needing to brace herself. Your breathy voice whispering in her ear only made Larissa impossibly wetter. Who knew being called by her title would turn her on like this? Who knew sneaking around in front of students and faculty could make Larissa putty in your hands?

At this moment, Larissa overheard two students discussing the potential winnings of the betting pool they had orchestrated for the Poe Cup. She wanted to intervene, but she knew intervening would cost her. Instead, she pushed the reprimand that she owed the students down—below the knots of desire in her stomach.

With a fingertip hovering over Larissa’s silk underwear where you know her clit is, you begin to lightly graze the fabric up and down. Regardless of your warning for her to be silent, you can hear the groan and pant Larissa tries to obscure, indecent and deliciously sexy.

After leisurely making circles over the damp silk, Larissa began to subtly shift her weight in hopes of adding more friction.

“You like this, ‘Rissa?” Your voice was low and intoxicating as you teased her.

Before she could finish nodding, your fingers found their way under the silk fabric to her flesh. You could feel heat radiating off her, and it made you want to disregard everyone here and to taste her arousal. Your fingers moved through the soft tuft of hair on her mons pubis, hoping to tease Larissa further, until finally feeling her slick folds.

Larissa was thankful to be sitting down, because her knees would have buckled at that moment of contact. A whine of pleasure threatened to leave her throat, and it took all her willpower to stay quiet. The slight twitching of Larissa’s hips could be played off as excitement from the event. Plenty of movement surrounded you two. People knocked against each other getting to their seats or jumping up and down. ‘Excuse me’s and ‘sorry’s were exchanged loudly. No one much cared for what else was going on besides the race.

"Then fuck my fingers. Make yourself come.”

With that, you enter two fingers into her opening. Your palm arched against her clit, adding delectable pressure. Your two fingers were crooked inside of Larissa, searching for the exact right spot to titillate relentlessly.

The sounds of the Poe Cup faded away to a faint ringing. Larissa groaned and started to move her hips more exaggeratedly, as if she were properly shifting in her seat. Any hope of actually being able to pay attention to the race and narrate for the crowd was long gone.

In the meantime, you kept a steady rhythm, flicking your fingers inside of Larissa. The sound of her stifled pants and the way you could feel her twitching and tensing was driving you to the edge of despair. For one wild moment, you wondered if she’d be able to clamber onto your lap without anyone noticing. As if she was considering the same, Larissa desperately clutched onto the edge of the bench, making sure not to fumble with or accidentally tug at her scarf that way keeping your hand obscured.

A deep shudder of pleasure and relief ran through Larissa, catching her off guard. She let out a moan without thinking and then bit her lip to try and stop herself from making any more. Something that was getting increasingly difficult with the way your skilled fingers were working.

“Mmm, more." There was both an urgent pleading and spacey quality to Larissa’s tone.

“I’ve dreamed about touching you like this, and I can only keep going if you stay quiet,” you purr matter-of-factly to her.

As attractive as her begging was, you wanted to ride out the tension a bit longer before giving into her hunger and yearning. It was too fun to be in control of the woman who prided herself on her poise and authority. And doing so in public at her own school’s event.

Sensing that Larissa was getting more noisy and about to go over the edge at your words, you pull back. You remove your fingers from inside her and instead begin lightly tapping your fingers against her swollen clit.

Murmurs run through the crowd as the teams begun to row against one another back across the lake.

“Principal Weems?” An unfamiliar, youthful voice approached.

You whip your head towards the student interrupting you and Larissa. Your hand stills from under Larissa’s scarf that is concealing the true nature of your shared enjoyment. Your guard is immediately up, attempting to not give into alarm. Thankfully, the student’s gaze was focused out on the lake and only just meets yours and Larissa’s.

“Y-yes?” Larissa is able to respond, trying to put on her usual façade.

“Would it be okay if I used your binoculars? Yoko won’t share hers because they’re supposedly specially made to withstand the sunlight.” An indignant Enid, or so you assumed from hearing various stories, stood beside Larissa.

Even though much of the race was held in the distance, Larissa was likely the only faculty there with binoculars. Well, maybe one or two others had the sense to bring a pair.

“Of course, Ms. Sinclair. Please keep them for the rest of the event.”

“Oh, thank you, Principal Weems! You’re the best!” Enid grabs the binoculars and skips away without a clue to what she had interrupted. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Enid hold up the binoculars in a righteous manner and stick her tongue out at who you assume is Yoko.

You turn your attention back to the ghostly-pale woman beside you. You briefly check-in with her. “Still green?”

A breath and then affirmation. “Green.”

Your hand hadn’t left Larissa’s underwear, so you take back control of the situation.

“So naughty, Principal Weems…” you murmured. “About to be coming all over the bleachers. All over my hand… better keep quiet, otherwise, we’re bound to be interrupted again. Wouldn't that be terrible? If I had to stop touching you now, stop fucking you with my fingers?”

Larissa should be mortified. She should be careful. Neither are things she is interested in. Instead, her body twitches and aches at the use of her title again—the thought of being naughty and of getting away with it.

Your hand slips back down to Larissa’s opening. Larissa all but directs your fingers back inside her, eager to find a more lasting release. However, you knew that she was so tightly wound and that it would only take the faintest touch, a few slick circles on her clit before she shattered. Breathing in Larissa’s ear and telling her how wet you are while touching her brought her over the edge. She trembled beside you. In an effort to mask the spasm, you reached over with your free hand and rubbed her upper arm as if her shiver was due to the chilly autumn day.

Instead of stopping completely, your fingers moved in slow spirals, drawing out the aftershocks for as long as she could handle before leaning bonelessly against your side. The world narrowed to the warmth of your hand on her back, the lazy pulse between her legs. You place a kiss to Larissa’s forehead, murmuring that she had done so well for you.

A few calm moments passed where you two breathed together before the rumbling from the various Black Cat supporters grew louder and louder and erupted into screams of delight. The whole crowd was on their feet, eager to decipher the team in the lead, and it looked like you two had gotten away with it.

“Well, that was exciting,” Larissa let out hoarsely.

A grin erupted onto your face as you stated, “And just with my left hand…”

Larissa shoved your arm in response before standing and adjusting her clothing, making her way over to the podium again announce the winners. Now this was a Poe Cup to remember.

[orcasoul]

Welcome to my Pedro Pascal masterlist. I'm still fairly new to fan fiction and have never attempted creative writing until last year, so please go easy on me, people lol. I currently write for Din Djarin, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius and Pedro Pascal himself. Comments and reblogs mean the world to me. It lets us know if we're doing a good job or not. I hope you all enjoy.....

💔= Angst 💘=Fluff 🔥=Smut 🗡= Violence

A03 Link

Din Djarin Masterlist

Remember Cyar'ika Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

You and Din hunt bounties together, but you get injured and have Amnesia. Will his love help you regain your memory?

Priceless Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

You and Din miss Grogu terribly after he leaves with Luke Skywalker. After confessing your feelings to each other Din leaves to track down a quarry. While waiting for Din's return you are abducted by slavers. Din saves the day!

We don't talk anymore 💔 💘

You are afraid Din doesn't want you around anymore since Grogu has been returned to his people. After an argument yours and Dins' true feelings come out.

Warm or cold 💔 💘 🔥 🗡

You and Din track bounties together. During one hunt the quarry gets the upper hand and tries to kill you in order to escape. Din makes him pay. No one hurts his Cyare!

Catch Me If You Can 🔥 💘

You'd better run. The Mandalorian is hot on your heels....

That Time Again 💘

You've bled through but Din panics, thinking you're injured...

Across an Ocean of Stars - Coming Soon WIP

Broken Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

Din is on the brink of death. The only way to save him is to remove his helmet. Surely he'll understand and forgive you... right?

A Beskar Dress for Dins Cyare 💘 🔥

Just a little scene I've conjured, inspired by a chainmail dress.

Din Djarin Head-canons

Din Djarin Imagine

Joel Miller Masterlist

Am I Too Late to Love You? Masterlist 💔 💘 🗡

Joel breaks you heart when you confess your love for him. You get into trouble whilst on patrol, causing Joel to accept his feelings and leave in a desperate search for you.

Reckless 💔 💘 🗡

You are a bit too headstrong and impulsive for Joel's liking. After purposely putting yourself in danger he let's you know just how much you mean to him.

When I wake up I've lost something A 💔 🗡

Joel is finally happy and in love but when he wakes up.....

The swimming lesson 🔥 💘

You are close friends with Joel and Ellie. You can't swim, so Ellie gets Joel to teach you at a secluded lake. All the sexual tension and pining for each other becomes too much....

Twelve days of Christmas 💔 💘

For twenty years Joel never had to think about Christmas. Painful memories of past Christmases with his daughter were easier to bury in the depths of his mind. But now Jackson's festivities are in full swing and an unexpected meeting might just give Joel a reason to embrace the holiday once again.

Every Last One of Them 💔 🗡

Abby is about to kill the man you love. You can't let that happen so you make the ultimate sacrifice....

I'll Come Back For You 💔

Letting go is hard to do for both of you. But as they say, if you love someone, you have to let them go.

Not My Man 💔💘

You are furious when you learn that Joel is suspected of hurting you.

Joel Miller head-cannons

Joel Miller Imagine

General Marcus Acacius Masterlist

The Lesser of Two Evils 💔💘🔥🗡

Series Masterlist

Rome is the enemy but so are the people you've spent your whole life with. When faced with a desperate choice of life or death which enemy should you choose?

Marcus Acacius headcanons - coming soon

Marcus Acacius Imagine

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Oh Baby Masterlist 💔 💘

A baby is the last thing you and Pedro expected but life has a way of surprising you for the better...

Forever a Winner 💘

It's the night of the Golden Globes awards and you're there to support the love of your life, Pedro Pascal.

The Plus one 💔💘

You and Pedro have been in a relationship for a while but for some reason he'd stopped inviting you to social events. Has he grown tired of you...?

Stay tuned for many more stories to come. I've made a physical note of every story I want to create and there are so many it's always so hard to chose the next one, especially when new ideas pop up all the time! 😆😜 I'm looking forward to one day having them all written and posted for my and your enjoyment 🤗😘

[6rookie-writer0110]

A song for the night

Azula x Earth Bender Reader (Gender—Neutral)

Request - Can I request Azula x Earthbender reader (romantically) where she teaches R about the Fire Nation's history, culture, and traditions?

You and Azula are dating in secret and have a secret hiding place. You arrive first and it's nighttime and you wait for your girlfriend. You and Azula meet in a cave and it's in the middle of the forest far from your village and hers. Late… You tried to start a fire but couldn't. Then Azula used small flames to make fire then you turned around and smiled at your girlfriend. You stand up then you hug her.

“I missed you” You smiled.

“I missed you too. I couldn't come days ago and see you because I had to train a lot” Azula said.

You and Azula start to kiss each other again.

Nobody can't know about the relationship, because Fire Benders and Earth Benders hate each other.

“I got this for you, Y/n. Hope you will like it” Azula said.

She watches you unwrap the box then you open it.

“What is it?” You asked.

“They are called Mooncakes. And it tastes really good. Go ahead and try it” Azula said.

You grabbed a mooncake. They are small dessert cakes filled with a sweet paste traditionally made with lotus seeds.

“Wow they taste so good,” You said.

You start to eat more then she grabs one.

“Glad, you like it,” Azula said.

“What are these symbols on the cakes?” You asked.

“Oh. Umm, do you really want to know?” Azula asked.

“Is it bad?” You asked.

“Ummm, the Fire Nation used mooncakes to send secret messages to attack The Earth Kingdom in 147 BC…” Azula said.

“Oh. Don't tell anyone I like the mooncakes” You whispered

“I won't tell anyone, I promise” Azula whispered

You and Azula sit down next to each other. You ask questions about the Fire Nation and she tells you everything.

“Mooncakes are popular during Bon festival,” Azula said.

“What is Bon festival?” You asked.

“Bon festival is when we use floating lanterns put into rivers, lakes, and seas in order to guide the spirits back into their world. We celebrate the loved ones we lost” Azula said.

“We do that too, but differently,” You said.

“What do you do?” Azula asked.

“We place their pictures next to a candle and put gifts around the picture frame, what of they used to like,” You said.

“Interesting,” Azula said.

While talking, she lies her head on your shoulder. You and Azula are holding hands and just talking to each other. Azula used to hate opening up to people because she thought it was a waste of time. But with you it's different, she can be herself without feeling judged.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Again, you and Azula met at the cave. You two are always happy to see each other.

“Y/n, what happened to your eye?” Azula asked.

“I was training with Toph. Well, she was helping me train. We got carried away, we tried to stop each other’s attacks and I got hit in the eye” You said.

“I will help you train and you will be stronger than Toph and everyone else” Azula smiled.

First, she helps you with your stance. Next, she helps you to move faster and punch faster, etc.

After a while of training, you and Azula sit down and rest. She got more mooncakes and you start to eat it.

“Follow me” You smiled.

“Okay,” Azula said.

You and Azula leave the cave, now standing next to a tree. She watches you crave A+ __, the first letter of your name on the tree.

“This means, we are lovers and only we know about this” You smiled.

“I like it” Azula smiled.

She pulled your shirt then she kissed you on the lips.

“How do people show love of affection in the fire nation?” You asked.

“I’m not sure. I have never been in love. I did see people buy expensive gifts to show they are rich” Azula said.

“I don't care about your money, I care about you,” You said.

You put your arms around her and she did the same. She gently caresses your cheek then she starts to kiss you.

[sapphic-agent]

Let's Talk About Izuku and Bakugou's Relationship

Happy New Year, everyone! Thought I'd kick 2024 off with a new post. I haven't written an in-depth analysis in a while, so I figured now was a good time.

So, I've touched on this before, many times in fact. If you've seen my other posts, you know that I think that the BKDK relationship is a clusterfuck of codependency, abuse, and toxicity. But I don't think I've ever analyzed it frame-by-frame, so here's an attempt.

Childhood

The lake scene has the most focus than any other flashback in the series. It's meant to show us why Bakugou hated Izuku; he assumed Izuku looked down on him and saw him as weak. It's supposed to support the idea that Bakugou has an inferiority complex that's been present since he was a kid and that's why he lashes out at Izuku and wants to be rid of him. Because Izuku makes him feel weak.

But this isn't true. Or, it doesn't paint the whole picture.

One thing the lake scene seems to gloss over is the fact that Bakugou was always mean to Izuku. Maybe he wasn't as harsh and could be written off as just a kid being a kid, but he still made fun of him. He still went out of his way to make him feel bad about himself and humiliate him. He called him "Deku" way before either of them were (or weren't) given a quirk.

And he only ever did this to Izuku, not the other kids part of his posse. He, even at such a young age, saw Izuku as an easy target, someone he could easily shove around because he knew Izuku wouldn't fight back (this would persist for the next ten years).

It's important to note that there's only one instance where Bakugou's behavior towards Izuku turns violent. It's when Izuku defends a kid that Bakugou and his posse are picking on. This is the moment where Bakugou becomes physically aggressive; not when he found out Izuku was quirkless, during the lake, or any time before. It's here, when Izuku stops being the defenseless wimp who won't stand up to him. He doesn't like that Izuku stepped out of the mold he had confined him to (I'll come back to this later).

The truth of their childhood together is that Bakugou was always inherently awful to Izuku. It wasn't like he experienced one bad moment that flipped a switch, Bakugou liked picking on Izuku from day one.

Middle School

There isn't much to say about their days at Aldera other than it's just a progression of escalation from their childhood. They've settled into their roles as abuser and victim. Bakugou knows he can say and do whatever he wants and Izuku won't defend himself because it's been the status quo for a decade.

He revels in that power he has over him, likes to remind Izuku of his "place." And if he steps out of line, Bakugou exerts that power over him to shut him right down, stressing his inability to do anything about his situation. It's a cycle of abuse.

Deku vs Kacchan Part 1

I've already talked about this scene before, but this is also another example as to what I was alluding to above.

As @delawaredetroit pointed out in a post from a while ago, Bakugou isn't feeling betrayed here. He himself has said time and time again that he and Izuku weren't friends. He cares about the fact that his victim now has power of his own.

All their lives, Bakugou had the power and Izuku was powerless. That was the dynamic they were used to and the one that Bakugou was aware and repeatedly took advantage of. But now, Izuku isn't powerless or defenseless. He no longer fits the mold that Bakugou had tied him to since childhood. That's why Bakugou is so upset; not because Izuku kept something from him but because the power imbalance between was shifting.

And it's why he tries to use guilt-tripping here. He wants Izuku to feel bad, wants to reestablish some of the control over him he just lost. And it works, because Izuku tells him he inherited his quirk completely unprompted after the fact. Bakugou knows he has the power in their relationship and has no issues abusing that power.

Sports Festival

I don't have much to say here, but I would like to point out something very inconsistent concerning Bakugou's interpretation of his relationship with Izuku. He claims that Izuku kept following him around and that he couldn't get rid of him, which attributed to his dislike. But even if that was true when they were 5, it's actually the opposite at least from middle school on.

Bakugou went out of his way to target Izuku in the first chapter/episode. He also tracked him down after the Sludge Villain incident. He's initiated every one of their confrontations in UA. And here, he deliberately eavesdropped on Izuku's conversation with Todoroki.

I don't know whether to call it hypocrisy or ignorance, but Izuku was content to leave Bakugou alone. Bakugou's the one who's constantly harassing and obsessing over him.

Final Exams

Izuku daring to display confidence and competence invokes immediate physical violence in Bakugou. He doesn't like that Izuku is talking to him like he's an equal, he doesn't like that Izuku dares to step outside of his role as a victim. Bakugou wants Izuku to act like he's below him and gets agitated when he doesn't do that. He, in this moment, cared more about putting Izuku in his place than his own grade.

Deku vs Kacchan Part 2

I mentioned that BKDK is codependent in the beginning of the post. This is what I mean.

Bakugou can't cope with the fact that he isn't the best and takes it out on the only target he has. Izuku had nothing to do with his shortcomings, but he still felt the need to establish superiority over him; a grasp for some measure of control.

Like I said above, he's well aware of the power he has over Izuku. Do you think he would have tried this with Todoroki? Or Tokoyami? Or Iida? No, because he knows that none of them would have even dignified him with a response. But he knows he can control Izuku in a way he can't with other people. He feels comfortable treating only Izuku as his emotional and physical punching bag.

The Apology

It's interesting that prior to apologizing for treating him badly, Bakugou proceeds to treat Izuku badly.

This interaction is important because it's their first major conflict after Bakugou's "redemption." We're supposed to be at the point where he's changed. But he still resorts to insults and goading. His first instinct is still to put Izuku down.

I've said most of what I needed to about the apology. But I do want to mention that coming from Bakugou's mouth, it grossly understates what happened during those ten years. Because the abuser is the one telling the story, his transgressions don't seem that bad. He's the one controlling the narrative, so his classmates- Izuku's friends- don't know the full story. They don't know what Bakugou put Izuku through. Bakugou comes off looking sympathetic to their peers by speaking "his truth."

Was this his intention? Probably not as Bakugou doesn't really care what others think about him. But it does raise the point that this is the extent as to how Bakugou sees his past self; as a stubborn, overzealous child and not the abuser that he was

[lovebillyhargrove]

"If I'm your pretty boy," Steve puts his hands on Billy's broad shoulders

The broadness never ceases to amaze him

"Then you're my beautiful boy."

Kisses him.

"Yeah I know I'm sexy, Harrington." Billy winks at him and places a palm on Steve's crotch

"No, dummy. I mean .. Yes. You are sexy. God .. the sexiest. But you're also so so beautiful. I can get lost simply by looking at you, and I would love to stay lost. Forever."

"Jeez, what's gotten into you, Bambi? Why so romantic?"

"I dunno." Steve's shrugging his own wide shoulders. "Guess, I don't wanna stay in town for the upcoming festivities, but would rather whisk you away to our lodge at Lake Michigan. Wanna have some real summer fun."

"Mm-hmm, you keep bringing this place up. Let's take a week off each after July the 4th, shall we? To hell with it, we deserve a little nasty fuck in the middle of Lake Michigan on board of your family yacht."

"Deal."

"Deal."

My beautiful boy

[siderealscribblings]

and is there any chance for us to get GoD spoiler for the christmas eve as well….

Suuuure have the whole first section including a very jealous Zhongli.

"Set up the tents on the far side of the shore; make sure you check the party against the full log!"

A gust of healing magic from the Adepti had Vautrin hobbling around the makeshift refugee camp set up on the shores of the lake. Hundreds of researchers and guests sat clustered around campfires, drying their soggy clothing and sipping on tea brought by helpful melusine. If Carole's sisters had a hard time winning over the Fontish, they had no trouble endearing themselves to guests from other countries who seemed happy to entertain the little creatures. Or maybe they were just happy to be alive; Vautrin's divers had yet to recover any bodies other than the body of the rogue scholar, but that still didn't mean everyone had escaped unharmed. Doctor's tents were treating cuts, broken bones, and bruises, but Sigewinne had her hands full trying to keep her most stubborn patient in place. 

"Sir, you should really keep off your feet," Siegwinne huffed, trailing behind Vautrin as he approached a tent surrounded by a small pack of gardes and armed Eremite mercenaries, eyeing one another warily. 

"There will be time for that later," Vautrin said, stepping past Marius and ducking his head in the tent. The man who had tried to kill himself and Eponine was sprawled out on a table, his skin sallow and waterlogged and eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling.

"You mean to say this man was expelled?" Neuvillette huffed, glaring at the scholars across the table. "How convenient that the Akademiya has nothing to do with two attacks on the Hydro Archon's subjects in two days." 

"Your Grace, as I have said, this…renegade was disfellowed for disgusting crimes against our own people," the head scholar said, turning her nose up at the man's corpse. "Whatever mayhem he caused in your country, it was caused without our knowledge or consent." 

"Odd that the legendary Matra could lose a single man so quickly," Neuvillette huffed. Behind him, a tall Liyuen man observed the situation silently, eyes flicking to Vautrin as he stood quietly off to the side and waited to be addressed. Neuvillette seemed more agitated than usual and Vautrin didn't want to step between him and his defendants just yet. 

"He is…was a fugitive from justice; the Matra were on his tail for months before this and lost him as he fled into Liyue," the scholar said, turning her attention to Neuvillette's Liyuen guest. "Perhaps he found the cause and strength to attack your Archon there…at any rate, he is dead." 

"My captain says he was attempting to steal our technology in the chaos," Neuvillette said, nodding to Vautrin who took a shaky step forward. "Technology the Akademiya showed interest in during the demonstration." 

"With the greatest respect, M. Neuvillette…our scholars do not need to resort to petty thievery to advance our scientific programs," the scholar said, bristling a little at the implied accusation. "We have wonders of our own and the means to make them…means that Zandik lacked after being disfellowed. From what I know of his reputation, I would wager he was trying to establish a new lab with technology he stole." 

Neuvillette looked barely convinced, but it was clear his mind was elsewhere. "...do you have paperwork that corroborates your claims?" 

"In triplicate," the head scholar said. "I will petition the Matra to send all relevant documents to you as soon as I return to Sumeru…assuming I have your leave to depart." 

"There is insufficient evidence to detain you…and despite this ugly turn of events, you are still welcome to remain in the city until the festivities end tomorrow," Neuvillette said. "You are, after all, Lady Furina's guests…" 

"Thank you, my lord." The scholar bowed, departing with her mercenaries before Neuvillette could change his mind.

"Are you well, Vautrin?" Neuvillette asked, his glare softening as it turned on Vautrin. "M. Eponine said you were stabbed…and received a Vision from heaven." 

"All in all, not a bad day," Vautrin coughed, rubbing his side. "Is Eponine's family alright?" 

"Shaking off a near death experience like only eight year olds can," Neuvillette sighed. "Last I saw them, they were being entertained by Amelia and Elizabeth so I'm sure they'll live…are you well enough to assume command of the rescue effort?" 

"Sir," Vautrin said, saluting with a slight wince. "I will have a report on your desk by tomorrow morning." 

"Tomorrow afternoon will suffice," Neuvillette said, glancing at Zhongli. "I will be busy until then." 

With that, Neuvillette swept out of the tent, Zhongli close behind him.  

"Strange to think that one human caused so much chaos," Neuvillette muttered to Zhongli as they walked through the lingering crowd of refugees that had not already departed for taverns to tell the story of how Lady Furina saved everyone from a Hypostasis. He was sure to plant that nugget with Fantine and Marius, letting the little gossips spread the little lie.  

"Humans are capable of great and terrible things…especially in numbers," Zhongli mused. 

"You think this Zandi acted with help?" 

"He already enlisted assassins to send your security forces into disarray; I would guess he has some other sponsors or accomplices still unaccounted for," Zhongli said. "Your investigation is only beginning, I fear." 

Neuvillette sighed, steam escaping from his nose. "More work for after the festivities…if I never plan another party like this, it will be too soon." 

"Lady Furina might compel you regardless," Zhongli chuckled. "I assume she is alright?"

"Unharmed…more irritated that the creature destroyed her laboratory than anything else," Neuvillette lied. Furina had, after some haggling, been returned to the Palais for her own safety, but more because a second near-death experience rattled her more than a goddess ought to be rattled. One of them needed to be a symbol of strength for her people, and at the moment it wasn't Furina. 

"Good…I didn't think a Hypostasis would prove to be much of a challenge for her skill," Zhongli said, leading them over to a small glen where Hu Tao sat with her head pillowed on Xiao's lap under a tree. 

"Heyyy…can we go home now?" Hu Tao whined, opening her eye to look up at an exasperated Zhongli. 

"You said you had enough energy to transport Neuvillette…" Zhongli sighed. 

"Barely," Hu Tao said, rubbing her eyes with a wince. "And I'm clearly paying the price for my delusions of grandeur so spare me the Fussy Dragon routine." 

"Hmph! Perhaps you would prefer the Fussy Crane routine?" Cloud Retainer huffed, returning with a bowl of rags soaking in a fragrant liquid. 

"Aiya, my head hurts; can't you just leave me alone?" Hu Tao grumbled as Cloud Retainer replaced the cloth on her forehead. 

"Once we're sure that a headache is all you're suffering from," Xiao sighed, Anemo energy dancing on his fingertips as he siphoned something dark out of Hu Tao's temples. "What were you thinking, opening the door between worlds for a couple of human souls?" 

"She was thinking she could prevent a war between Liyue and Fontaine…and I trust she has accomplished her goal," Zhongli said, glancing at Neuvillette. 

"War was never an option; whatever difficulties might have risen out of this would have been settled between the pair of us," Neuvillette said brusquely. "I see no need to involve mortals in disputes between gods." 

Zhongli suppressed a small smile. "Good…that said, I think I'd like to take my adepti somewhere a little quieter for the night. Assuming we're no longer needed for rescue operations?" 

"No, you've done enough for us for the moment," Neuvillette said with a small bow in Cloud Retainer's direction. "I am told Lady Cloud Retainer's skill was instrumental to our people's safety." 

"Well…one had some help in that respect," Cloud Retainer said, eyes wandering over to a Mondstatian bard playing for a group of waterlogged children near the water's edge. "But one is glad to be of service…if a touch disappointed that one will not have the chance to wear the outfit one created for the second gala." 

It would have been bad optics to host a party on the night after a disaster and this party was already struggling with optics for a number of reasons. The parade and ceremony the following morning would be the final official event, where Furina would "commune" with the Oratrice to receive a new vision of Justice (coincidentally her vision). He knew she must be disappointed; she was already crestfallen that so much of her party had been ruined by malevolent forces that had kept them apart all weekend. There was a personal element of disappointment Neuvillette could sense coming from her; much as she tried to be selfless, she was not immune to being unhappy that her birthday party had been all but ruined. 

"You are of course welcome to attend our parade tomorrow morning," Neuvillette assured her. "I must apologize again for our rather strained first meeting; you have since proven yourself to be above suspicion and a friend of Fontaine through your actions." 

"Alright, that's enough flattery," Xiao muttered under his breath, though not quietly enough for Neuvillette's ears not to take notice. 

"Flattery implies I'm doing anything other than expressing my most sincere gratitude," Neuvillette said, accepting Cloud Retainer's offered hand and watching as Zhongli's eyes sharpened into reptilian slits. "In Fontaine, we are never shy about appreciating women of exceptional skill and eloquence." 

"Oh…w-well, one is always glad to hear her efforts are appreciated," Cloud Retainer chuckled, even as Zhongli's jaw tensed the longer their handshake went on. 

Ah, so Rex Lapis isn't as unflappable as he seems, Neuvillette thought, sparing the Archon a curt nod before deigning to let go of Cloud Retainer's hand. 

"No one appreciates Cloud Retainer quite like I do," Zhongli said, one arm snaking around her waist possessively. "Thank you for your hospitality, M. Neuvillette; I'm sure you have many things to concern yourself with and I do not want to keep you…perhaps Lady Focalors and I might have a few words in private before we depart?" 

"Perhaps," Neuvillette said. When it snows on the hills of hell. "I will let you know if she has time after her communion with the Oratrice tomorrow morning. Until then, please enjoy the remainder of the festival." 

Hu Tao watched Neuvillette go, waiting until he was out of earshot before looking up at Zhongli still clutching Cloud Retainer around the waist. "You're not as subtle as you think you are."  "I had no intention of being subtle," Zhongli muttered, snapping his fingers and manifesting his teapot and vanishing them all in a puff of steam.

[averyghe]

Ochrian - Originating in the savannahs and badlands of the planet Ochria-Prime, this Humanoid species have distributed far outside the reaches of its home system. However while living among the stars, ochrians tend to preserve their traditional tribal culture. Life of an individual in it is closely tied to their clan and a larger tribal structure, inside of which weddings, and so-called blood exchanges are happening. Three times a year, all the clans that consist a tribe are gathering for the festival of blood exchange, during which males are compete in wrestling hitting each others heads together, and the clan leaders, choose which of them will come to live with their clan for next several months, to help women and elders with hunting and farming and to procreate, if the new children are needed to be born. However on some planets with the smaller Ochrian populations, the members of this sprcies are usually tend to copying more permanent family structures of the cultural majority.

Raksolisk - those monstrous creatures were believed to be created as a sort of a biological weapon through interbreeding between humans and amphibian animals of the planet Yagneda. Even though raksolisks are possessive of animalistic characteristics raksolisks are self aware and even capable of complicated speech. What seems to be to pairs of eyes on their heads are in fact glands containing powerful and highly acidic neurotoxin, which they can exhale from their mouths, which leads to a corroded, and damaged look of their teeth. Raksolisks also possess incredible ability for regeneration, being capable of regrowing lost limbs, certain organs, and even parts of their brains. They however are incapable of procreation lacking any kind of genitals, and as for today there are only ten thousands raksolisks left in the galaxy. Most of them have found employment as a mercenaries and bounty hunters, or followed the lives of hermitage, in some of the darkest corners of their home planet.

Ëtou - are the semi-colonial organisms from the warm oceans of the planet Hoimaa. The term semi-colonial signifies that they are capable of existence both as individual beings, and as conglomeration of multiple organisms, that while connected through special organs act as one. The second form called Ëtouli can reach up to a kilometre in diameter, and three kilometres in length. It is also the form in which Ëtou are known to be capable of procreation, usually giving birth to about fifty millions eggs at a time. From this amount only about a thousand will survive with the rest being eaten by predators. Newborns tend to migrate for thousand miles, feeding and growing, to eventually join each other In equatorial waters and create new Ëtouli’s, that will travel to the temperate areas of the planet, to lay eggs, and start the cycle again.

Emool’ - there is not much known about emool’s. The only thing that is certain is that they tend to live in the cave-lakes of the planet Garuda-4. It isn’t known for sure if they possess any kind of culture, or if they are just a mere animals. They are believed to possess a primitive speech consisted of high pitched Cheerps and Clicks. Colonists that work in the mines of Garuda-4 believe that hearing the voices of this creatures is a bad sign. And that seeing one out of the water, or even worse, being noticed by one of them, is an omen of a mass death, due to an underground water stream, or a gas explosion, making a cave collapse on the heads of unsuspecting miners.

Blook - Inhabitants of the small farming communities of the planet Yeda, they are known for the folds on their bodies , which when ambushed by predators allow a blook to move inside of his skin, getting an unexpected advantage in a fight. What is falsely believed by many to be a pair of gigantic eyes, and a nose, are in fact, the reproductive organs. The actual eyes of the blooks are located in the folds on the sides of their mouths. Those mouths are actually not only used for consumption of food and speech, but also, to throw up a pile of larvae in a three months period after copulation. Before that, larvae leaves inside the aforementioned eye-like organ feeding on its contents. With the most of the head being used to contain blooks genitals, its brain is actually located inside of its stomach, protected by the layers of hardened skin…

[moirindeclermont]

Bridgerton folks, this is the end of this story. Thank you for all your support and encouragement! See you maybe tomorrow with a meme, definitely on Monday with Daddy!Colin (and I'll do also Pirate!Colin, and then starting on the 9th of December something really nice for the whole festivity period, so stay tuned...)

This is "5 times Colin Pen's first and one time she was his", enjoy!

(Moirin - post writing - would suggest a tissue... Fair warning)

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"We kissed. Bloody hell, me and Pen kissed. I had the courage to ask her and she admitted it was her first kiss because she was waiting for me. I'm still wrapping my mind about that. I am completely obsessed with her and she was waiting for me. How blind must I be to not see her sooner? And yet, she asked me to ask her again about the kiss. I did and she nodded. I've not kissed a lot of girls (and a couple of boys... A couple of times, just to know) but that kiss felt like a revelation.

I heard so many people saying that when you find the right one, you just know. I didn't understand. Until Pen and I kissed. Was this love?

Just in front of me this whole time?

And as the kiss deepened and we started making out, I could feel my heart racing and my heart spinning. She was there the whole time. "

They separated for a beat before going back for another one. And ohhh that might be a problem. Because now that he knows what Pen taste like, he is not sure he can go back.

Turns out they don't need to separate because Pen is right on the same page with him. He whispered against her lips "I don't think you can rid of me now, Pen" and her smile was the best thing he ever saw.

The Serengeti? Way overrated.

The lights of New York at New Year's Eve? They could not hold against Pen kissing him and smiling like that. "I was hoping you'd say that," she said and their hands slide together.

Suddenly he feels like a real idiot, because he knew that she was his way before. He was just on the cusp of puberty, when Pen took his hand for the first time and he knew at such young age. He knew with a certainty that he had lost somewhen over the years. He knew that could never been something else like this.

It took years all over the world and a couple (or more) dreams for him to rediscover that deep truth he knew all along.

He told her about that and Pen shed a tear. "I remember that day, it's when I knew I'd never love someone the way I love you," and fùck, wasn't he about to say the same thing?

Pen told him about an exercise her therapist ask her to do. To describe a day in her future. "I don't need to read it, I know by heart."

She told him of a marvelous day waking up cuddled with her husband ("that's you", she said and his heart somersault), the kids (another somersault) home from school.

A walk near the sea or by the lake after breakfast and then while the kids play she and her husband ("me, me, me" was thinking Colin) writing by their desk, trying to not get distracted by each other presence like so often happens (a wink on her side, oh... He can't wait to get to know that side of her soon). A nice lunch together and then going on a little adventure in the afternoon all together.

And at night, after supper ad putting the kids to bed, finally she ad her husband will have some time alone ("I left it vague here, but if you want to, I can give you a description of the night as well," and Colin must have died there).

"I like that day," Colin says, as she sheds tears of happiness.

"It never felt like a possibility, until now."

That deserved another kiss.

Their second kiss. And yet it still feel it like the first.

"I wonder if our kiss would still be the same thrill in 50 years," Colin says and she is absolutely convinced it will. Colin is sure too.

"A life for first with you, seems like the perfect life for me," she says again, and as he takes her hand and kiss her, Colin whispered on her lips "I could not agree more."

The end

[honeyscara]

⭒Giyu Tomioka⭒

Part 3 of friends?

Synopsis: After completing a mission you and giyu attend a festival at the villager and giyu asks you to take a walk with him.

Cw/tw: None, fluff and there's a bit of intense kissing at the end

~Darling~

Days pass, and though you both pretend the near-kiss never happened you couldn't stop thinking about it. His hands cupped your face, thumbs rubbing against your cheek while he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face as you closed your eyes. You can still feel the warmth that lingered when he pulled back slightly because of the interruption.

You were sent on another mission together to a quiet, scenic mountain village. After completing the mission, the villagers invited you guys to a festival held in honor of the season's end and also as a thank-you for saving their lives.

The villagers gathered by a large lake, surrounded by blossoming trees, with hundreds of lanterns floating in the water. The atmosphere was so calming and pleasant that you couldn't help but smile at everyone and enjoy themselves immensely. While you were lost in admiring the view, giyu spoke up.

"Do you want to take a stroll by the lake?" he asked. "It looks beautiful." He said, smiling a bit. It made your heart melt to see him like this.

"sure, let's go" you say and grab Giyu’s hand leading him by the arm towards the lake.

As you walked along the shore you felt the cool night air gently brushing against your face. The moonlight shone brightly onto the dark waters reflecting its white reflection into your irises. The music from the festival had faded, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water.

As the two of you walked in silence, your gaze shifted to the man beside you. You remembered that day in the forest again as you looked at giyu. Your breath hitched as your gaze went down to his lips . How you wished you could kiss them...and more. Your attention was drawn back to him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned towards you.

"giyu?" you look at him confused as he gets closer

"about that night...I haven't been able to stop thinking about it" he said as his hands went up to cup your face again

"..I don't know if you feel the same but...I think it's important for me to tell you how I really feel..." he says before leaning in and softly pressing his lips against yours.

The kiss was slow and gentle, making you close your eyes and sigh in blissful satisfaction. Giyu wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer, his grip firm and almost desperate as he deepens the kiss. Giyu’s usual restraint is gone, as he pours every emotion he’s kept hidden into the kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and cling tight, feeling yourself get lost in the moment. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you let out a soft moan against his mouth. Giyu lets his lips trail down to your jawline, then down to your neck and slowly sucks on one sensitive spot. A shiver rolls through your body, making you gasp softly into the kiss, which makes him pull away but he's still holding your waist.

You stare into his eyes and feel yourself becoming dazed from what he just did. Your lips are swollen and there's an unmistakable pinkish-purple tint on your skin. Giyu grins as he kisses your forehead. His gaze darts down to your lips again and your heart stops for a second. There he goes again with those intense eyes, the way he's looking at you, is making your knees weak.

"do you wanna go home?" giyu asks softly, not breaking eye contact with you. Your mind is hazy and it takes a few seconds before you realize what he's asking.

"...Yeah, I do," you reply. He lets out a small chuckle and nods. "let's go darling" he says with a grin while your heart flutters with the nickname.