#love this artwork so much...such beautiful eyelashes such a serene and lovely expression

[spnskinnyballs]

A Secret Something

Summary - You and Dean had been best friends ever since you were kids. Now that you were both 18 and your fathers were hunting together more and more often it made sense for you, Dean and Sam to all stay with eachother and attend school while they worked jobs nearby. Two teenagers, best friends, living together, some newfound attraction and two scary hunter dads. What could go wrong?

Word Count - 1,369

Warnings -

Part Twelve

As you woke on Sunday morning there was no buzz of an alarm, no tv on in the distance, no heavy discussions over the kitchen table. The only thing that met you as you woke were the soft snores of Dean Winchester wrapped around you.

A smile grew on your face as you twisted to face him, his arm heavy on your side and eyes shut to the serenity of a perfect Sunday morning. Rearranging the sheets around yourself you bit your lip to keep as silent as you could as you indulged in the calmness and happiness around you.

With your head nestled into the pillow facing Dean you couldn’t help but get lost in the image before you. The softness of his hair, dark blonde and completely perfect despite the memories of your fingers running through it. Those perfect eyelashes hiding the forest of green beneath, you shook your head and breathed out a laugh at the thought. Why was it that he had the most beautiful eyelashes when he didn’t even care while you were here with mascara and eyelash curlers.

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And then his freckles.

The most beautiful artwork, like images from the stars were kissed onto his skin with so much care and devotion. You could gets lost in the never ending patterns to be formed, and that’s exactly what you did.

As Dean’s eyes started to flutter open, you had no idea how long you had been staring. How many patterns had been created, and you had barely even started.

But taking in that sleepy smile that glazed over his eyes as he found you exactly where he wanted you to be was enough to distract you from your art project.

“Good morning sunshine.” It was a breathed out sentence, laced heavily with sleep that was slowly being overtaken by happiness.

Dean nestled into the bed, hands reaching out absentmindedly to draw you closer to him. You complied without hesitation.

Complied when he pulled you to him. Complied when his lips found yours as his eyes stayed closed. Not ready to be awake but he would always be awake enough, always be ready, for you.

Your lips pressed to his as your fingers traced his back, searching out for those constellations you couldn’t even see before. Dean's lips were soft and slightly chapped as they brushed against yours and you wouldn’t have changed them for anything in the world.

As his fingertips pressed into the soft skin of your back, he pulled you towards him as though he could never get enough. A hum of desire left his lips as he awoke in the most perfect way.

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Dean couldn’t get enough of you and you couldn’t get enough of him. It was completely corny and your feelings were more than you ever expected, but first loves always were, right? That’s what all those chick flicks that Dean said he couldn’t stand said.

Your first love was like no other, nothing could compare. And as Dean Winchester’s lips traced over your neck so delicately and he held you in his arms as though you were the only thing that mattered you couldn’t even try to deny it.

The banter that you grew up sharing had been completely overtaken by care and love without you even noticing. It was definitely corny, but you kinda liked corny.

Deans fingertips traced patterns on your ribs as his body encased yours. Shielding you from everything, leaving you only to him your hands found his hair. With the softest smile you rubbed your nose against his slightly before kissing him gently. Your back melted into the mattress as Dean placed soft and gentle kisses to your lips. Each brush of his lips conveying a thousand words.

When he came up for air, those green eyes had crinkles of smiles around them. Leaning down on one elbow he couldn’t help but melt at your expression. “What you all smiley about?”

“Just happy, is that okay?”

“More than okay.” His calm expression turned almost into a smirk as pride washed over him at placing that smile on your face.

It was all for him.

“Hey, De?” Your words were quiet and slightly hesitant as you gnawed at your lower lip. The desire to speak, the desire to share completely overwhelming.

His eyebrows crumpled slightly as your demeanour changed. “Yeah sweetheart?”

Butterflies erupted in your chest as his eyes focused on you, hanging on your every word. Your eyes darted down to his lips and back up as you second guessed yourself, but those words flew out of your mouth before you could even think of stopping them.

“I love you Dean.”

His eyes drew wide and his mouth dropped slightly, all composure lost. Your cheeks started to heat at the situation and there you were, literally caged in his arms with no escape.

As you started to squirm underneath him, embarrassment taking over, you prayed for the duvet to just swallow you whole.

Before you could resign to hiding forever, happiness washed over his face and his lips were on yours. A squeak left your lips at the sudden turn of events and questions stormed through your head, but this was good right?

Your hands came up to find his shoulders, pushing him off you slightly. You looked up at him quizzically as Dean looked down at you, and there it was. That same look of love and adoration on his face that you saw last night. The same one that shattered every doubt in your mind as you trusted him completely and you remembered exactly why those words had left your lips.

As Dean looked down at you with nothing but love you realised that you never needed those words from him. You never needed anything but the way he looked at you in that moment.

Pulling him back down into our embrace all questions were answered, all unspoken words were said, in a manner of speaking.

Within that moment nothing mattered between the two of you except for the love you had for each other. Dean made you feel that love with every brush of his lips, every twist of his fingers and every thrust of his hips until you were both collapsing into the mattress. You were hot and sweaty but neither mattered as you held each other close and sated laughter filled the room.

Once you had finally decided to leave the bed, you were pouring out two cups of coffee as your phone started to ring. Seeing it was your dad checking in you didn’t hesitate to answer, sandwiching the phone in between your cheek and shoulder as you worked around the kitchen.

“Hey dad, everything okay?”

“Mornin’ Y/N, yeah went off without a hitch. We’re just about to leave so we’ll be back around 3.” You couldn't help but smile at the softness In his voice. It felt like you had your old dad back with you.

“Awesome, we’ll see you guys then.”

He sighed down the phone at your words and you could picture him rubbing his fingers across his forehead.

“What? What’s wrong?”

A huffed laugh came through the phone before he responded hesitantly, as though he didn’t want to upset you. “Nothing. Just, uhh well we need you to start packing up. We’re moving again, John got a call about something a few states over.”

You were silent as you mulled over his words. Usually you hated moving, hated changing schools, especially when you had barely even been there but it was your life. Breathing out your nose you nodded to yourself before trying for a smile in your words.

“It’s okay Dad, I get it. We’ll start packing up our stuff.”

Mark exhaled down the phone, overjoyed that this hadn’t sparked an argument so soon after your reconciliation. It made a smile grow on your face as you took in how relieved he was, how much he wanted everything to be okay.

“Thanks Y/N. So how was the dance then kid?”

A soft expression took over your face as your eyes darted to take in Dean Winchester, still with that vulnerable love drunk look on his face and you breathed out your answer.

“It was perfect.”

[kuroshitsuji-scenarios]

I sent this like 2 hours earlier but idk if you counted this one?What if Sebastian was attracted to reader but she was hopelessly in love with another person who loved her back but couldn’t really be with her? Kind of like a “sense and sensibility” except when she finds out he’s betrothed to another and completely shatters her heart, Sebastian is there and uses his demonic seduction and makes her forget everything about the other dude? I really love your writing! I might’ve already sent this?

I got a little bit confused there so I improvised and I hope you enjoy it nevertheless!

Sebastian knew the taste of eternity, the bittersweet sensation at the tip of his tongue and the whisper at the back of his head telling him that nothing, none could ever experience as much as him. He enjoyed it a lot, just like the pride it was giving him with the mere knowledge of how many things his eyes could see which were going to forever be invisible for everyone else, no matter how long they prayed. It was his and his own, the personal, intimate act of savouring reality without any limits, eating it whole with an endless hunger and never stopping, not even for a second.

That is, until he had a fleeting opportunity to held you in his arms.

Your dress swirling in the dance as you moved reminded him of a flutter of butterfly’s wings, the colours playing with lights and shadows in the ballroom where only you seemed to be present. People around you were dull and boring compared to you, to your soul shining and alluring him strong enough it could wake him up from an eternal sleep. You were magnificent, mesmerizing, even in such a simple situation as talking to one of your friends and laughing at the joke you have just heard. It was a delightful melody for him and his ears, the one he suddenly longed to hear more and more, as if he didn’t knew how thirsty he was to drink the voice from your lips.

And then, the music paused, an orchestra receiving a wonderful applause before preparing for the next piece. It was the perfect time and opportunity to ask you to share this dance with him, to get to talk to you, ask for your name and feel your skin against his, but just when he was about to take the first step, there was a man by your side—the one you gave a loving kiss in the next second.

Sebastian’s heart collapsed like a dying star, shrinking inside only to blow with a burning fury which reflection soon showed in his demonic eyes for a mere second. Of course you were engaged, how could he not notice the ring on your finger before?

Slowly, he took a sip from his champagne glass, for the first time truly regretting not being able to feel the soothing relief it was giving mortals, and left the ballroom without a word, your laugh still echoing deep in his mind.

“What do you mean ‘we do not have it’“? Ciel spat through the teeth and the frown on his forehead only grew bigger as he was staring at his butler with the gaze full of utter despise. “I thought I told you to buy it last week.”

“My apologize, young master, but the blueberries you are asking for are not in our pantry. I used them to prepare the pudding few days ago, just as you ordered me to.”

“And now I order you to prepare me a blueberry cake. Sebastian, do not you see that I am currently sick and in need of literally any recompense of this awful state?”

“I hardly see how the blueberry cake will make you feel better, my lord.”

“You hardly saw me falling to the river when we were chasing that damn man, didn’t you?”

“Now, this is a false accusation,” Sebastian forced himself to keep his face unamused, even though the memory of the latest incident still managed to bring a smile upon his lips. It was not like his young lord was in any kind of danger, though, and a cup of cold water seemed to do good to his temper from time to time.

The conversation was suddenly interrupted by Mey Rin who knocked to the Ciel’s bedroom doors and after receiving an invitation explained that there was a guest waiting in the hall. Surprised by who could that be (there were not any guests sheduled for today, after all), Sebastian went downstairs only to notice you, standing in the hall alone and admiring the painting hanging on the wall. Your back was facing him, the dress you were wearing now didn’t remind him the one you had at the ball and—goodness, were those mud stains?

“My lady,” he started, drawing your attention and bringing a smile to your face. “What a surprise, I did not know you will be there today. What causes this unexpected visit?”

“I have heard that Ciel has gotten sick lately,” you explained. “So I have decided to pay him a visit and see how is he feeling.”

“This is so kind of you, my lady, but did not you take a carriage on your way there?” The butler carefully pointed at your dress and your gaze followed, resulting in you laughing at the inconvenience.

“Oh, no, I did not. It is such a pretty day, after all, it would be a shame to waste it.”

That was unexpected, those simple words making him feel attached to you even more than before, just like the stinging feeling of the ring on your finger more unbearable. You’ve chosen someone else, your heart belonged to another man and for the first time in his life, Sebastian left as if he was running out of time. Prehaps, if he met you sooner, he would be able to take his place and stay by your side. Oh, if he only knew!

“I will prepare something warm for you to drink, my lady,” he announced. “We wouldn’t want you to get sick after such a long stroll now, would we?”

With that, he left the hall and headed to the kitchen, giving Mey Rin the sign to lead you to the parlour.

It was the middle of the night when the furnace suddenly stopped working, prehaps since Bard forgot to put more wood inside, and Sebastian wandered to the basement to fix this terrible mistake before his master—and you, of course—will wake up in a cold bedrooms. It was dark, ominious even when his steps echoed in an empty hall, no candle in the hand as the demon didn’t need the light to see what was in front of him. He was like a shadow, merging into the abyss surrounding him, the silent predator whose senses were asleep in that moment. That is, until the fire burned inside the furnace once again and he could feel the familiar heat on the face.

For a mere second he considered putting the hand inside, experiencing the flames devouring his muscles and melting the skin, biting deep into the bones with such a delightful pain, the one surely much easier to endure than the napping fury resting in his dead heart. Eventually, he did no such a thing and straightened his back only to look at the fire.

He couldn’t just let you go, not when you started to mean so much to him. Imagining the future without you by his side was downright painful and it was not something he wanted to endure. Especially not since he still had the time, the possibility to change everything before it will be too late.

With a malicious smile playing on the lips, Sebastian left the basement, now his steps completely inaudible as he seemed to flow through the darkness.

Sebastian spotted you in the gardens next morning, the fresh dew still at the tips of your shoes as you were sitting in an arbour and taking small sips from the porcelain cup full of tea. It was a delightful image, your frame surrounded by blooming flowers, the sun caressing your skin and the shadows that played on your dress—picturesque like one of the Monet’s artworks.

Placing the polished platter on the cupboard, Sebastian decided to take an insignificant break and join you on this sunny morning for a little conversation. He has spent quite a long time on considering how to approach you properly, but in the end decided to rely on his skills and charms instead of any planning. Where would the fun be then, after all?

“Wonderful day, isn’t it?” Turning your head, you noticed Sebastian heading toward you, the platter with chopped apples in his gloved hand.

Placing the snack on the nearby table, he stood there for a while, waiting patiently for the moment when you will invite him to sit next to you. Which you did, quite quickly.

“Indeed, it is. It must have been raining in the night, the pavement is all damp,” you told him the obvious but he didn’t care.

Nothing in the whole world could distract him from looking at you, at your face; those cheeks, eyelashes and the tip of the nose, the curve of your ear and the shape of your lips, the little vein pulsing with warm blood on your neck.

What a splendid day it was, truly.

“Forgive me my brashness, my lady, but will you allow me to ask you a single question?” Sebastian muttered softly, causing you to look at him, a wondering expression painting on your features.

“Of course,” you answered. “Whatever you please.”

Smile creeped on his lips.

“There is a secret I would like to share with you, my lady.”

“A secret?” Now, that was interesting. What kind of secret could such a perfect butler have? “Why would you want to share it with me in particular?”

“Because you are the only person who knows how to listen properly. You hear and you understand. Your fiancé is such a lucky man to have you by his side…”

“Why, thank you.” His compliments were pleasant to hear and the spark of serene in his eyes when he was looking at you being enough of a proof that he meant no harm.

“It only makes me wonder…” he acted as if he was deeply thinking for a while. “Why would you want to spend the rest of your life with such a filthy liar.”

Sebastian’s statement surprised you, shocked even and immediately you considered simply walking away. Still, he managed to stop you with nothing but continuing his speech, the words rolling off his tongue like a venom.

“The man you love so deeply is nothing but a liar, my lady, blinding you with sweet promises of the bright future while in the end, he will bring you nothing but shame. He will murder your heart, step on your beauty and strangle the joy out of your cold, dead body.”

The demon was now close to you, catching you in the trap and whispering to your ear, while inhaling the scent of your skin.

“He is a thief, my love, the most brutal of the kind. What do you think, how many years will it take until he will start growing hungry again? Until feasting upon you won’t be enough for him and so he will have to find another victim, another young, breathtaking woman to woo. Doesn’t it sound familiar to you? Is it not what have exactly happened to the friend of yours? The cruel man leaving her behind when something new, fascinating appeared in the grasp of his hand?”

The tea in your hands was cold now and it tasted bitter all of a sudden. The birds were still chirping above your head, roses around you smelling the same, soft blows of wind caressing your neck as if they were trying to soothe your pain. But no matter how much they tried, they couldn’t get rid off the dark clouds enwrapping your mind.

“Where will you turn then, when your youth will pass?” Sebastian’s lips almost kissed the shell of your ear. “Where will you go when you won’t be able to wander through the meadows anymore? What will you do then, all alone in this dirty world, only waiting to swallow you whole? Answer me, my love. Wouldn’t you prefer to not be afraid? To not let the worry consume you, day after day scared of him losing his interest?” His voice went low. “They all do, in the end.”

The unspoken question was resting at the back of your tongue for a long time and only then you found the strength to say it out loud, the demon’s warm breath tickling your sensitive skin as he bent to your neck like a starving vampire.

“Who are you…?”

Sebastian chuckled.

“Me? Oh, my love, this is exactly the secret I wanted to share with you today.” He put a finger under your chin and made you face him, now his words ghosting over your lips and deep, dark eyes looking at you with an utmost fascination. “But now, forget about him. Forget about the bleeding wounds he will bring upon your delicate skin. Forget about the murder he will commit on you. Forget about the ring and promises. Forget about everything. But me.”

[sunoorintarou]

❀ Painter!Huang Renjun x reader

❀ Summary: In which an artwork portrays words even the most talented of poets could not.

❀ Genre: Fluff

❀ Warnings: It's 1 in the morning so this is probably going to be very cringy and a bit messy. My writing is trashy as always. Also some self - doubt from Renjun I guess. This has also not been proof read.

❀ Recommended song: Je Te Veux - Erik Satie

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The once blank canvas was now the setting of a story of a tale from long ago. The seaspray that foamed over the ocean like clouds in the clear sky proving a great contrast to the setting sun that held the warmth of a mother's touch.

It was frustrating watching Huang Renjun paint. Not because of him or his art, but because of how he denied his talent. The dark haired boy was practically the next Da Vinci but never believed your words. He had a way with paint, as he did with your heart, as one might have a way with words. Every painting of his held a thousand words. A story only revealed to the select few that didn't belong to this world.

The oddly nameless painting he had started on merely a week ago proved that far too well. Every brush stroke held emotion. He poured his heart and soul into every detail. Every leaf, every cloud, every reflection of light. He turned a picture into a story like no one else could. His talent surpassed even those of ancient painters of centuries before yet what held him back most was his hesitation, his self - doubt and pity.

Yet still, Huang Renjun was the greatest thing that happened to you, like art was the greatest thing that happened to him.

The sound of rain provided ambience in the background of the song playing from the speakers. Merry - Go - Round of Life by Joe Hisashi. A favorite shared by both you and Renjun. Renjun claimed it helped him paint better while you claimed it kept you interested in watching him, even though you'd watch him regardless.

Today was slightly different however. The cold had lulled you off to sleep, leaned against a wall away from all the paint. You had decided to sulk after Renjun refused to let you see his newest artwork, but sulking was awfully boring and after a short visit from the sand man, you were done Alice's rabbit hole and far far away from the cramped room of paint, serenity and him.

Renjun had noticed immediately. From the moment your eyes started to droop until your eyelashes finally rested on your cheeks. He felt bad, calling you out like this to keep him company yet he couldn't even bring himself to show you what he was painting. Perhaps it was because this was his biggest masterpiece. The painting he was planning on giving in as his final project for the Art Competition that would make or break his future.

His eyes couldn't help but waver over your sleeping form. His heart threatening to leap out his chest. But he, as he always did, pushed the silly thoughts away. You were a friend, perhaps a close friend at most, and nothing but.

He noted the goosebumps forming on your skin from the breeze that cooled the room. Instinctively, he pulled of his blazer, knowing full well the punishment he'd get from his mother for taking it off, and draped it over your sleeping form, careful not to wake you.

He felt pleased at the more comfortable expression on your face, scanning his painting then you once again. His eyes wondered around the room, looking at all the paintings that hung from the walls. Some had won dozens of prizes, others had been hung on walls and sought after for months. Yet when his eyes once again found you, you were the only masterpiece he saw.

You stood nervously, brushing invisible dust off the sunset colored dress you wore. This one was Renjun's favorite, claiming it reminded him of the evenings he'd spend with his canvases and most importantly you, the colors signifying his burning passion for the thing he loved. Whether he meant you or his art, you'd never know.

This was it. This great painting that Renjun had refused to show you for months was the artwork that would make or break his future. You were nervous, but also calm. Nervous because of the way Renjun had been staring at you the entire competition so far, but calm because you knew he'd win. Renjun was picky and only made masterpieces that would put even Shakespeare to shame. And you believed today would be no different.

All the artists had lined up, their prizes artwork covered by red silk the judges would pull away to reveal their uttermost feelings and desires. The first artwork to be unvailed was a painting. It was simple, made up of various fields of flowers. A classy show of elegant talent to be expected from such artists.

The next was a sculpted pot, much rougher and rawer. It showcased a pot with many cracks all lined with gold and a pair of clay hands holding onto it. A more complex meaning behind it, thickened with blood, swear and tears.

Every other artwork fell into either of those categories or an odd combination of both, but none of the art made you stare in awe. Until finally, it was time for Renjun's masterpiece to be revealed.

Your hands were tightly clenched together and you gave Renjun a reassuring smiled, nothing his odd nervousness. He was never this nervous during a competition. But then again, the stress of how much this weighed could be getting to him. You didn't know.

But when the judges pulled away the silk, you were left speechless and in utter shock. Renjun's painting, his masterpiece, was of you. And suddenly it felt as if it were only the two of you in the room.

The mistakable picture of you on black canvas, the bright colors creating a beautiful contrast, would forever be burned into your mind. Renjun had dyed you in shades of summer suns, spring kisses, cobalt jewels and pure snow. Your eyes held the stars and smile held the universe. His universe.

Every brush stroke stood out. Every small detail from the strands of your hair to the curve of your chin had been done with absolute control. Renjun had portrayed you as every color of the rainbow and all the feelings one get when they fall in love. And it was obvious to everyone in the room. The raw emotion put into this painting was radiating from it, and it was inevitable for it to be announced as the best.

Je te Veux by Huang Renjun. The painting that would be spoken about for decades that had won one of the biggest art competitions in Seoul. Even when they called his name for him to receive his prize, his eyes never left you. Je te Veux. He only hoped you had understood the message he wished to portray. I want You. And once again in a room full of masterpieces, the only one that mattered to Huang Renjun, was you.

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