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Jade and Floyd Leech ✨

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[They still throw the pizzas and they have pasta dishes. Lasagna, Table 42. You are a magnificent and powerful person, I said. It's just incredibly seasoned. The sauce is always on point.]

[bataranqs]

5 Happy Things

June 13, 2024

instant ramen :) hehe

tonight's music class was so good we watched clips from double indemnity AND robin hood (1938) AND the lost weekend!! we stay winning!!

today's poc lit class was the Chinese diaspora class let's goooo

i'm gonna sleep in a bed that i'm used to sleeping in and that's my bed for me to sleep in most nights, isn't that wonderful and crazy and so so delightful? i love having a bed in a room that's considered mine

lightning today was far off so i couldn't hear the thunder but occasionally i'd see the sky turn white or pink or yellow, just glowing in the distant sky. the world is beyond comprehension or description in its beauty

[clipstone]

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BLANKbottle Smaug the Magnificent Western Cape, South Africa 2021 Grenache Blanc, Verdelho, Grenache Gris, Viognier, Roussane, Marsanne Every wine by BLANKbottle is done in a different way. Highly experimental, the winemaker doesn't list the grapes on wines (they are left blank) and instead bases them on a story. A playful way to encourage curiosity and challenge preconceptions. As with all BLANKbottles, it is full bodied and powerful. Smaug has notes of aniseed and butter with a savoury finish. Tasting notes: aniseed, lemon curd, butter, dried mango, tangerine, rich, nutty Pairing: chicken, creamy pasta, seafood

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TL;DR - WE ARE *NOT* DOING THIS.

A few hours after I posted this, a woman named Avery (I don't remember her blog) reblogged it, talking about how this wasn't a good idea. I reached out to her, and she said that, in her experience, this sort of thing does not work and will result in TERF/radfem posts being shown to Tumblr followers if those tags are used.

I really, really hate that there isn't a direct way of getting rid of the massive TERF problem on this site, and that staff don't respond to transphobic posts being reported for harassment. So far, at best, it seems to come back to blocking transphobes and filtering out their tags - or, as Avery put it, "lack of engagement is poison in [modern Internet]" (or something like that).

I am going to save this version of the post, and tag everyone who was going to do the tag flood, to alert them not to do this. And to all of the people in the reblogs who said that this was a bad idea, thank you for cutting it down before anything happened.

Reblogs will be turned off tomorrow, so that people have a chance to delete their posts or to see this update if they need to. I am NOT going to delete this post, so that no one repeats this mistake. The original post will be under the cut.

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[minhosimthings]

Love Wins All - LHS

Synopsis: In which Heeseung is your true home.

Pairings: bf!Heeseung × fem!reader

Warnings: reader has a panic attack, reader has complicated relationship with her parents, crying, the eldest daughter syndrome, swearing, HEE COMFORT LETS GAURRRR, fluff, mention of food, me being poetic as always

A/N: whadup y'all I am unfortunately alive so I'm BACK with this here Heeseung fluff because I love him and he is mine and I am going mental. This is for the Hyuck to my Mark, my beloved @jaeyunluvr

There is a peculiar notion that exists in the human world that no one can love you more than your parents. The people who created you. The people who brought you into this universe, this magnificent galaxy of ours that we call home.

There is a notion that your parents are home.

But you learnt early on in life not to make homes in people. You learnt that people are like travelling rivers , like the flowing water in a forest stream, which brings about both peace and destruction, depending on how one's eyes view it. People would never allow you to make homes in them.

And no matter how hard you tried to make a home out of your mother and father, because you thought they were the only people you were compelled to live in, you failed. If people were asking to calm rivers, your parents were like the harsh nightly waves of an ocean, which brought out destruction as they hit the rocks of the shore over and over again and again, never ceasing to think about how the rocks are doing.

Nevertheless, you managed to find a home of your own. You were surprised you did, what with how much you didn't believe in homes and souls and all that bullshit you read repeatedly in books and saw on the screen.

But Heeseung was different, you thought to yourself. He was like a river you had made yourself a travelling home in, one which would be suited well to his serenely flowing water, which touched and kissed you like the skyline kissed the sea at dawn.

Heeseung was different, you knew that. He was that familiar pair of arms and that familiar, comforting scent that you always imagined you'd go home to as a child. He was the person who you had dreamed of as a teenager, someone who'd hang up your coat for you after a long day, someone who'd make you pancakes in the morning while you slumbered on, someone who'd talk with you deep into the starry nights about anything and everything, someone who'd kiss your forehead everyday before leaving for work, someone who'd love you and show you that your 17 year old perception of the concept of love was not wrong.

So there was no thinking about it when he was the first and only person you wanted to collapse into after a devastating, disastrous, draining day, filled with no calm waves and no love.

•••••••••••••••

The sound of your keys jangling, as they were set down onto the key holder, bought a smile to Heeseung's face, as he was cooking up the last portions of pasta. It was Friday night, which meant that you and him were going to eat Heeseung's notorious pesto pasta, drink some wine and relax into the night's clutches. Saturdays meant going out, so Friday was set aside for peace.

Heeseung's left the noodles simmering in the water as he shut the lid and took off his apron before going to greet you. He was excited for pasta night today, since it had been a long week, filled with work on both your sides. Additionally, you had been staying over at your parents' house for some time, so that added to the lonely hours Heeseung spent in bed hugging your hoodies because he couldn't fall asleep without the scent of you lingering understand his nostrils.

Now, he was hot on his heels, ready to engulf you into the biggest hug ever and kiss you for eternity. Perhaps he was exaggerating, but the taste of your lips on his really was asking to ambrosia to him. If the Gods had their nectar, then he had his.

"Evening, princess." Heeseung chuckled, leaning against the kitchen door as he watched you slowly take your coat off and hang it up on the rack. Lifting your head up, your mouth stretched into a smile on seeing him.

"Seungie..." You cooed, walking over to him and immediately locking yourself into his arms. Heeseung's left arm went to your waist, the other going to support your head. You layed your head gently on his chest, your own arms tied 'round his slender figure.

The comforting scent of him, cherry cologne, basketball tees and pasta sauce, filled your senses as you took a deep breath in, closing your eyes. Perhaps it was from the pure exhaustion you were feeling, but the mere scent of him brought you back to where you've wanted to be for the entire week.

Home.

Heeseung was your home wasn't he?

You felt Heeseung smile as he loosened his tight grip on you, pulling back to look at you. His bambi eyes traced your features one by one, making you feel a bit shy, as if the love of your life wasn't doing what he always did. Heeseung's eyes wavered a little as they landed on your slightly bloodshot ones. Ever the observant man, he was, he chose not to question you about it, knowing you would tell him the reason sooner or later.

"I missed you." You beamed up at him, as a breathy chuckle left his plump, pink (perfectly kissable) lips, "Missed your pasta too." You nose wrinkled at the delicious smell coming from the kitchen, as you glanced towards the door.

"Only my pasta?" Heeseung's bottom lip jutted out to form an adorable pout, which you oh so missed, "Not my kisses?"

"Nope." You giggled, popping your lips, eyes wandering down to his again, "Only your pasta."

Heeseung smiled gently as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. The gentleness of his touch made tears well up in your eyes, you had craved this love for a week now, as if you were Eve, starved of interest, and in her hunger, taking a bite of the apple to satisfy herself.

"Love?"

You snapped out of your stupor at the sound of Heeseung's honeyed voice, gently calling you. You felt the warm touch of his hand against your cheek, he gently cupped it and closely examined you with his eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asked, voice still soft as cotton, as if he would have broken you if he spoke any louder, "You don't look too good."

"I'm fine!" You responded, the words coming out a little more enthusiastic that you had intended them to, "I just need a shower." You laughed it off, but Heeseung knew (through what he called his boyfriend tingle) that you most certainly were not ok.

"Love, are you sur-"

"I'm fine, Heeseung." You firmly stated, putting your own hand on top of the one Heeseung had on your cheeks, gently pushing his off, "I'm gonna go take a shower." You smiled again at him before glancing towards the kitchen, "And you've got some pasta to make, mister, so get going."

Heeseung grinned before letting go of your waist, one last kiss was pressed to your forehead before he rushed off into the kitchen to put together a dinner fit for royalty.

•••••••••••••

The feeling of warm water hitting your skin, whilst you stood underneath the shower, brought about the waterworks. This feeling, this familiar feeling of showering in your own bathroom was ridiculous to bring tears to your eyes, but here you were. Soaking in despair, as memories of the week you had spent came rushing to your brain.

You enjoyed staying with your parents, you truly did. After all, they had been the ones to witness each one of your fails and each one of your successes, carefully shaping you, like a potter with his clay, to avoid the mistakes and focus solely on being the golden child. But they had failed to notice that even the golden child burns out sometimes, even the Icarus child loses her wings. That, combined with the never ending screams and shouts that envelope your childhood home, you weren't even sure sometimes whether your parents actually loved you or not.

Love, as you had believed it from ages six to ten, was the feeling of receiving ice cream, the feeling of someone running a brush through your hair, the feeling of rushing home from school and excitedly doing your homework, so that the teacher would give you a star the other day.

Love, from ages eleven to sixteen, was something that was fictional, something that was described so sweetly in the books that you thought 'of course it isn't real'. It was something to be bought and sold, something that couldn't actually exist between people, you blanked out at the fact that when you visited your friend's home, you found her parents talking merrily to each other, as if they actually knew one another.

Love to you, now, was a complex conundrum of ideas. It was full of paradoxes and oxymorons that you didn't want to spend hours decoding and deciphering.

For now, love had been the same cherry cologne, the same honey coated voice, and the same pair of doe eyes, staring lovingly into yours after a long day, whilst you lay with tangled limbs and slightly fuller hearts.

Stepping out the shower, with a warm towel wrapped around yourself, you stared at yourself in the vanity mirror, tracing your hands over your face, whilst your eyes did the same with themselves. Heeseung would definitely notice how bloodshot your eyes were, and you didn't want to put more of a burden on him than you thought you had already done.

Burden. That word again.

Always showing up when you least wanted it to. Of course you were a burden to your parents, why on earth would they even want you, now that you had a life of your own? Apart from the fact that you were the sole witness to the years of domestic bitterness, they had no idea who you truly were. And of course, you were a burden to the world, you had been taught that since the ripe age of eight. Who'd ever want a burden?

You quickly rubbed some of your face cream onto your skin, hoping it would make the tear marks disappear. As for the bloody eyes, well, there was always the soap in the eyes' excuse.

Your hands roughly blended the cream into your skin, you knew it was unhealthy, but at that point, all you wanted was a plate of pasta in front of you and a tall, pink haired man in your arms.

••••••••••••••••

Heeseung stood in the kitchen, frozen like a deer in headlights, staring down at your phone. An unread message proudly showed itself against your bright Studio Ghibli wallpaper. Messages from your younger brother. He was about six years younger than you, and he still stayed at his parents, being a year away from college. That was what Heeseung knew, based off of what you'd told him. Messages from your brother were peculiar, because for one, he was busy with his work, and two, apart from sending each other dozens of reels on Instagram everyday, you and your brother never really talked much. It was that kind of sibling-love, Heeseung thought, the kind which stayed on, even after not conversing with actual words.

So these many messages from your brother was weird, especially considering the fact that the first one started with "Are you doing alright?"

Out of curiosity, Heeseung had checked the texts, and his mouth fell open at what was before his eyes. His mind couldn't comprehend what your brother had been taking about.

Dozens upon dozens of texts, all taking about something with the keywords, 'argument', 'parents' and some or the other thing to do with 'I miss you'. Heeseung's brain seemed to do some kind of a backflip, as he finally realised why your eyes were so bloodshot when you had arrived.

"Hee? Baby?" Heeseung snapped out of his stupor at the sound of your voice behind him. He was quick to put your phone down and pretend like he was checking on the pasta.

"Need anything baby?" He asked, eyes visibly softening as he looked at you. You smiled gently at him.

"Have you seen my phone?" You ask, peering around for it.

"Yeah uhm..." Heeseung hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone on the counter behind him, "Here you go."

Your fingers gently brushed against his as you took the phone from him, offering him a smile as you did. Heeseung turned back to his pasta, while your eyes gravitated to the multiple texts that lay scattered on the screen. Quietly sighing, you sat down on the chair, and resting your arms on the table, scrolled through your brother's texts.

You felt your jawline tighten more by the second as you read each and every sentence, the drastic moments of the horrible week you had suffered flashing in front of your eyes. The air around you seemed to still as you read your brother's last text. Perhaps you had read it wrong, you thought, but no manges how much you tried to convince yourself that your tear-filled eyes did not just read 'I miss you, when are you coming again?' wrong, you couldn't.

Your heart tore itself into bits and pieces as you re-read the texts again, torturing yourself by doing so. You had told yourself that you'd never go back to the argument filled house again, back to bad memories and nightmares. But there was that pang of guilty sleeping inside of you, 'They are your parents after all', 'They raised you, shouldn't you be more grateful for it?'.

The air around you stilled as you felt the muscles of your chest constrict, your veins tangled into one another, like dark, flimsy ribbons. You couldn't remember when the last time was that you felt like this. Perhaps it was in high school, when you had lost a quiz, solely because you had one less mark than the winner. Or perhaps it was when you had won the tennis match, on the grounds that the other player had been cheating. Whatever it was, you couldn't recall the last time the world came swirling down on you like a tornado and you felt like your lungs were filled with weeds.

This feeling inside seizes you, holds you tight, and doesn't allow you to take a proper breath. And that's ok, you think. You don't need to breathe, not yet. But the feeling doesn't stop, and your body eventually screams for another breath. The thing is, though, you can't get any air in, so you panic once again. The cycle never ends. It keeps repeating until you're drowning in your sweat and anxiety

"Baby?" You faintly heard Heeseung's voice from afar, "Y/N, love, look at me." His voice was firmer this time, and you felt the soft touch of his fingers on your skin.

His gaze loomed over your blank expression, never before had he seen your eyes so devoid of any emotion. Heeseung takes in the painfully blank expression on your pale face, the way your chest is rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths that you couldn't quite seem to control, the way you were angled himself just slightly away from him, and suddenly his mind snaps back into place.

You're having a goddamn panic attack, one that you haven't had in a long time.

When he gets his fingers wrapped around your own, he can feel how cold they’ve gone, can feel the fine tremble of adrenaline working through them, and can’t quite choke down the noise of sympathy in his throat. He tugs on your hand.

“Baby, come on, breathe.” He said, slowly reaching out to you, “Love, look at me,” He said sternly, turning you around to face him. He immediately searched your eyes to get you to look at him.

As soon as your eyes landed on his— those beautiful pools of comforting chaos and shimmering stars that you wanted all to yourself—the lasso that was tied tightly around your exhausted brain, broke with an audible snap.

A loud, theatrical sob ripped through your chest as the dam at your eyes broke. Tears flowed down your skin rapidly, like raindrops in a thunderstorm. You probably looked pathetic at the moment, which caused you to double over in another trough of tears. You wanted this night to be perfect for Heeseung. So why couldn't you just be perfect?

Heeseung could sense your thoughts running wild in your mind. He tightly gripped you in between his arms as you sobbed. He blinks his own tears away, and bites his lip to stop himself from calling your parents every possible insult that existed in the English lexicon.

Heeseung hated seeing you cry. It was one of the few things that actually made him sad. Seeing how your beautiful eyes would fill up with tears, how your lip would tremble and how your entire body would shake like a life in the wind, much like it was doing now, he despised all of it.

"Shh love, it's alright." He hummed so softly that make you want to cry even more, "It's alright, I'm here. You're safe."

“I-I’m really sorry—…” you choke out between sobs, "—I'm sorry!"

But Heeseung only pulls you closer to him, his grip growing tighter, as if he wanted to squish all the despair out of you, "I'm here for you, princess."

You let your body go limp and rested your head on Heeseung's shoulder. His hand instinctively cradled your head and stroked your hair. You felt calm now, but weren't ready to move and Heeseung didn’t seem to be in any hurry for you to get up. However, he was in a hurry to get you to breathe properly.

“Love, come on now, look at me,” Heeseung said, cupping your cheeks and forcing you to open your eyes to look at him. “Come on, with me, yeah? Breathe.” He then took a slow, deep breath, and you mirrored his actions.

“And again,” he said, getting you to focus on slowing your breathing down. One of his hands held yours against his chest so that you could feel the pattern of his breaths. After several moments of slowing your breathing and getting you to breathe normally again, you finally sighed and looked up at Heeseung with tired eyes, muttering a small 'thank you' to him.

You stayed wrapped up in his arms for quite some time, stuck in the moment in quiet silence, the only sound being the sound of Heeseung's softly humming. His fingers drawing shapes on your back and his voice gently floating through the air slowed your world down to a still, a rare moment for you that you quiet enjoyed.

"Baby?" Heeseung cooed softly, "Would you like to go up to the bedroom?"

Exhausted from all the crying and unable to open your dry mouth, you mindlessly shook your head, only wanting to stay in his warm arms for longer.

"Then do you want to talk about what happened?" A soft smile settled on his lips, bringing your mind to ease and a little more saliva into your mouth. Sighing heavily, you spoke.

"I—my parents," you started rather lamely, the gravel in your voice was evident, "I can't deal with their taunts and scoldings everytime I go over to their house. That and the fact that they keep fighting all day." You sighed again, "I'm not saying 'don't fight' or anything–I get it they're grown adults, but fuck Hee, I can't deal with the fact that they don't even wait for my brother and I to leave the house before they're going at it on each other like bulls." You felt Heeseung's fingers slightly tighten, "And they keep fucking making me feel like I'm the least perfect person I'm this entire world when they, out of all people, know that I'm trying so hard."

"And I can't rid my brain of the fact that my brother has to suffer all that until he gets to college. And sometimes I feel like I've betrayed him by getting away from that stupid house." Your voice slightly cracked, the tears starting to form at your eyes again, "–and I feel so fucking selfish all the time for that. And then there's the fact that no matter how perfect I try to be for them, they just don't accept it!"

You breathed out a long held breath of air and melted into Heeseung's arms once more, your hand holding onto his shirt tightly, as if he's float away if you let him go. You felt guilty about his wet shirt, stained with all your dumb tears.

"Sorry about the shirt...." You mumbled, hiding your face, "And for everything else, I know I've ruined the night-"

"Oh princess." Heeseung softly cooed, a smile dancing on his lips, "You didn't ruin anything for me." His fingers went to your chin, grabbing your face and tilting it up to look at him. Your eyes met his and you relaxed at the true home you saw in his irises.

"I love you, you know that right?" He asked, to which you nodded. He let his grip on your chin fall down to rest on your waist again.

"Do you know why I love you so much?" He asked again, to which you meekly nodded a 'no'.

"It's because you're human." Heeseung said, making you snap your head up at him with a confused (or in Heeseung's terms, adorable) look.

"I don't love you only for the perfect version of yourself, or for your amazing cooking." You let out a tiny puff of a laugh at that, "I love you for all your flaws, all your fails and all of you. Baby, no one is ever gonna be perfect and if your parents can't understand that, then, pardon me for saying it, but fuck them."

You let out a raw laugh at his words, burying your head in his chest as you giggled, feeling the saliva come back to your mouth as he gave you a tight squeeze.

"You're the most perfect person in the world to me." He cooed gently, "No cap." A lopsided smirk decorated his face after his last words.

"Heeseung!" You laughed raucously at him, "What have Jake and Riki been teaching you?"

"It's the language of love mi amore." He smirked again, his eyes shining like nebulas.

"Can we have that pasta now?" You asked timidly, beaming up at Heeseung, who smiled his warmth back at you, "And watch Howl's Moving Castle?"

"Anything for you, love." Heeseung pressed his lips to yours in a short sweet kiss, one which you'd never get tired of, even as a thousand suns set and a thousand moons rise up from the horizon, you'd never get tired of Heeseung and his gentle love.

"I love you." You broke off from the kiss to take a breath.

"I love you more, princess."

[camelidae]

Art tour of my room/studio! I caught the bug for buying little pieces from other artists to brighten up my space a few years ago – it’s addicting! (and wonderful!) I want to make sure I get everyone’s names in here (at least the ones who have an online presence), so be ready for a long post! 

It always feels a little ignomious hanging art in my bathroom, but I get distracted brushing my teeth a lot so it’s important there’s nice stuff to look at! I love my big crocodile print by Amanda Myers so much. He’s so Green and so lovely and he has so many teeth to contemplate while I brush my own.

I felt a little bad putting this magnificent tiger by Paleopanthera (paleopanthera.com) above the toilet, but the colors just work so nice and it makes my bathroom look so rad ;~; Do you think the tiger’s mad at me? Does he look mad?

I got this little scrollwork shelf from ScrollSawArtbyBC (etsy) and I love it so much! Makes a perfect little nook for my sink things~

And who is this peeking out from some of my nature treasures? Why it’s one of Becca Jane’s little blue snakes (BeccaJane.com). One day I’m going to save up my pennies and buy one of her big beautiful platters and on it I will serve the prettiest of pastas~

Also adorning my nature shelf is this beautiful mix-media plaque by Cephasparagus (insta). She also seems to adore collecting little bits of nature like an aesthetic magpie - my kind of gal!

I have a bevy of these little animal prints by Amanda Myers (Admers on etsy) on my walls – I love how combine with my pressed leaves and flowers to bring that "forest hermit" vibe I've always strived for.

The stained glass folk flower piece is from Leadleaf_ (insta) - it really makes my little terrarium corner look cozy and magical!

I got my Artistic License and my Poetic License from Kenspeckle Press (kenspeckleletterpress.com) - they didn’t even make me take an aesthetics test or metaphorically parallel park. (Plus another beautiful thank you card from Amanda Myers.)

The little kitty mug from Heikala (heikala.com) is what I drink iced cocoa from almost daily. I like how the ice clicks on the enamel <3

I still maintain that the embroidered flower pendant from DandelionDoiley (etsy) is the cutest thing that I own. Feels like holding a jewel! And the Hope pendant from BonbiForest (etsy) is such a lovely design with cheerful colors <3 The hummingbird I got from a local artist on a trip to Yellowstone, and the gold pendant is from a local artist where I live!

[softcitrus2345]

Midnight Cravings

I wrote another thing!! :DD This is the canon?? scenario where they both find out they're into the same stuff~ >;3c

Same as "Full Tank", Vanessa's dialogue is in pink, and Damien's is in purple

Hope you enjoy reading~!! ;3

The nearly full moon peeked through the curtains of Damien and Vanessa's bedroom, a reminder of the upcoming monthly transformation the couple had to endure

The bed creaked slightly as a figure sat up at the edge, slighty hunched and groggy. A long, low rumble that echoed through the room caused the werewolf to wince and curl into himself in discomfort, gritting his teeth, his lengthy canines flashing momentarily.

<<Come on, dinner was just a few hours ago, you already ate so much..>> he thought to himself, blushing slightly as he looked down at the little belly he'd recently grown, not that big, but compared to his previous rail-thin frame, it stuck out more, giving Damien the appearance of a beer gut. He rubbed it lightly, in hopes of calming the gnawing hunger to no avail. His pointed ears flicked as he checked to make sure that his wife remained asleep, a bit shy about his appetite

He glanced over his shoulder, listening and watching intently for any sign she might be feigning sleep, but was relieved to find her fast asleep, the vampire’s sweet face appearing just as beautiful in the dark as in daylight.

Another pang of animalistic hunger brought his attention back to the present, a low, frustrated growl escaping his lips. He began to salivate, longing for something to sink his teeth into. He needed to bite down on something, he needed to eat, and soon.

Damien stepped into his slippers and made his way out of the room, down the long hallway and staircase, and into the kitchen.

His pace quickened as the scent of food crept closer, taunting his howling stomach even more.

He practically tore the fridge door open, grabbing the first thing he could reach. Some meaty lasagna, from a lunch date they’d gone on the day before. The smell of the italian sausage in it only enticed him more, his body craving it. He showed some restraint, haphazardly tossing it onto a plate and into the microwave to warm it up. They’d ordered a few extra portions of the lasagna the day before to take home with them, so the plate definitely had some weight to it as he took it out of the microwave, still hot. He quickly set it down, waving his hand to cool it off and sucking his slightly burnt thumb.

The smell of the lasagna was intoxicating, the meat, cheese, pasta and marinara filling his nostrils. He fished out a fork from the silverware drawer and cut off a sizeable hunk from the main piece, cheese stretching as he pulled the fork to his mouth. He blew on it and brought the fork to his lips, moaning in delight at the taste.

He couldn't tell whether or not it was due to his lycanthropy-induced hunger, but it tasted like the most magnificent thing he’d ever had. The sudden surge in euphoria finally sent him over the edge, Damien beginning to shovel mouthfuls of the lasagna at a time, completely absorbed with his eating. In just a couple of minutes, the whole plate had been scraped and licked clean, virtually spotless.

As if he hadn't just eaten several servings of rich, calorie-dense food, he set his plate down and grabbed the next available dish in the fridge, a large container with pasta and some garlic bread left over from last night's dinner.

His patience growing thinner, he didnt even bother heating it up this time. Even cold, the pasta was creamy and the sauce was well seasoned and delicious. Damien continued eating, ripping off hunks of garlic bread between bites of pasta and dipping it in the sauce. He gratefully finished up everything in the container, scraping it clean and licking the fork, putting it aside and reaching back into the fridge once again for the next dish.

A batch of Vanessa's homemade soup dumplings. Those tiny, addicting little pockets of gold.. Damien peeled off the lid and tossed it onto the counter, popping them into his mouth one at a time, humming happily to himself and delighting in the way they would burst with flavor into his mouth as he bit down. They were the perfect size to eat in one bite. There were about eight in that container, each no bigger than a fist, and he polished off every single one with ease.

The werewolf licked his lips expectantly, letting out a few small burps as he reached back in yet again, rubbing his bulging belly absentmindedly

His hands found a nearly-full container of hearty potato and bacon soup, set it on the counter and removed the lid, running his tongue over his teeth hungrily.

No longer caring for manners, he scooped up the whole container and tipped it just enough to flow into his mouth. He gulped it down thickly, moaning lowly as it joined the rest of his meal in his bottomless belly. He paused a couple of times to chew the bigger pieces of potatoes and broccoli and other ingredients in the soup, but mostly just drank it down like it was nothing.

As the last dregs of the soup were swallowed down, he let out a wet belch, the contents sloshing inside his stomach.

His breathing grew heavier as his hunger continued, Damien growing visibly frustrated as he growled, feeling another rumble deep in the pit of his stomach. He sniffed the air, gruffly shoving the other foods aside and grabbing several packets of raw meat from the fridge, ingredients for tomorrow's meals no doubt.

He tore the plastic wrap off the tops of the styrofoam packages and one by one, wolfed down the hunks of meat. From full steaks to pork chops to chicken feet, he downed it all, his lupine side taking the wheel.

After that, everything sort of blurred together, he didn't really pay attention to what he ate, as long as it filled his belly.

Raw vegetables and meat, fruits, cold cuts, cheeses, leftovers and desserts, nothing was safe if it was in his reach.

He was now sitting on the floor, his legs spread out in a wide criss-cross position, licking up the remains of his feast, some frosting from a now devoured cheesecake decorating his fingertips and face.

It had probably been over an hour since he had gotten out of bed. It was a miracle Vanessa hadn't woken up to discover him yet, the vampire still fast asleep in bed, curled up in the comforters, blissfully unaware of her husband's midnight gorging.

Damien's mind started to clear now that he had satisfied his stomach, allowing him to come back to reality.

He was a complete mess of burps and hiccups, his stomach gurgling and churning loudly. He took short, huffy breaths, his stomach rising and falling like an overinflated balloon.

His waistband dug deeply into his underbelly, stretched to the max. This discomfort, bordering on pain, made Damien look down and face the results of his binging.

His throat made a sound between a squeak and a whimper as he saw himself for the first time since coming down into the kitchen.

The entirety of the fridges’ contents were now packed into the heaving mass that kept him pinned to the ground. Every rumble and gurgle was visible across the stretched surface of his flushed skin. Damien was in shock and disbelief, his mouth agape and his face and ears practically glowing red.

His heartbeat quickened, feeling something strange stir inside of him, causing him to squirm. He whined, clutching one of his burning hot cheeks in his hand, while the other kept him propped up off the ground.

He felt a million butterflies flutter from his stomach up and down his spine and settle between his legs, gasping, recognizing this feeling but confused by the strange cause.

His heart still beating at a million miles a minute, he removed his hand from his face and slowly placed it down onto the dome-like surface of his belly, feeling another small jolt of energy run through him.

He stifled a moan, feeling pleasant shivers run through him as he slowly became familiar with the shape of his belly, the way it felt when he rubbed it and the way it looked, sagging between his legs as he sat on the ground, surrounded by the evidence of his indulgence.

He bit his lip, trying to come to terms with these new feelings as he attempted to come back down from that sudden spike in excitement, feeling fuzz beginning to form on the sides of his face and not wanting to cause any further changes to his body.

He slowly got to his feet, heaving himself up by using the kitchen counter top. His gut sloshed and swayed as he stood, propped up on the counter and catching his breath.

“Hhhokay.. ffuck- hhhuff- that… I- I don't even know where to begin unpacking all that-” he panted, covering his flustered face with one hand, still bent over the counter

“I.. I should clean up, I cant *bwOorp-* believe I made such a mess..” he said, a twinge of guilt building as he looked around at the containers and small bits of food strewn around the floor of the once pristine kitchen.

He did his best to pick up the mess, struggling to bend over now that he had this massive boulder in the way of everything, but he refused to leave Vanessa with the mess, even if it left him winded beyond belief

A bit more time passed and he groggily picked up the last of the dishes, leaving them in the sink to wash in the morning.

There were still a couple of spots of food here and there that he couldn't reach or just didn't see because of his bloated belly, but it was certainly an improvement.

Damien's belly growled unpleasantly, upset by all the bending and moving. He burped and panted as he tried to calm his stomach, rubbing one hand over it cautiously

After a bit, he decided to finally make the journey back up to bed. He clutched his belly as he made his way back up the stairs, down the hallway and into his bedroom, letting out a sigh of relief as he entered the room

Damien sluggishly approached the bed, relieved to see Vanessa still cozied up under the covers, just the way he'd left her. A small smile and a gentle blush crept onto his face, gazing affectionately at his sleeping wife.

He was startled by a loud gurgle from his stomach, finally sitting down on the edge of his side of the bed. His eyes darted back to Vanessa several times as he tried to settle himself into bed without her noticing.

Finally, he felt relief as he settled into bed, the weight of his overfed tummy now resting on the plush mattress. He groaned with relief, glad to be back in bed.

His ear twitched as he heard Vanessa stir behind him, mumbling and whining sleepily as she reached for the warmth of her little spoon.

Damien squeaked as he felt her fingers graze the curvature of his stomach as it continued to churn and bubble audibly.

Vanessa shuffled closer to him, still mostly asleep as she pulled herself closer to him and holding onto the pillow he was hugging. But it was much too firm, and.. warm to be a pillow..? What else could it be though, sticking out so far in front of..

“..Baby..? Is that- you?..” she asked, her voice just above a whisper and her cheeks growing warm. Vanessa's eyes fluttered open, Damien's back facing her. His heart beat wildly in his chest, her husband remaining quiet as a mouse, tensing up slightly as she felt around, trying to determine what she was holding onto.

She squeaked and drew her hand back quickly as another long rumble echoed through the room, feeling the vibration against her fingers as her suspicions (or hopes) were confirmed.

That warm, round, mass she was feeling was his stomach.

Her sleepy and flustered mind tried to make sense of it all.. Yes, she had been trying to ease him into eating more, and was delighted to see the gradual effects of all her cooking going to his waistline, but this was something entirely different.

She had nothing to do with this, who knows how much he'd eaten to get this big. A shiver ran down her spine as her face turned red, her mind beginning to wander, though she tried her best to stay focused on the present

“I-it's okay, honey, um, are you.. okay..? You sound like you're in pain..”

Damien nervously replied, averting his eyes from his abdomen. “Hhh- I'm.. I'm *urp-* okay.. I'm just- really embarrassed.. and f- *hic-!* full..”

“Here, turn around, I can help you feel better” she said, her heart beating faster as she prepared herself to see the damage

“..Okay..” he muttered, grunting and huffing as he adjusted himself in bed, holding onto his stomach as if it would roll away if he moved too carelessly. He rolled onto his back, taking a second to catch his breath, before allowing his gut to spill back out in front of him again, sloshing and gurgling angrily at the sudden movement. Vanessa tensed as she felt his belly rub up against her, sticking out far from the rest of his body

Damien burped and groaned, his face and ears feeling warm, feeling Vanessa’s gaze, and hearing her heart race inside her chest

“O-oh.. wow… You- you must've been.. really hungry..” she said in a quiet tone, awestruck with the sheer size of his gut

“I’ve.. I don't think I've ever seen you this full.. you poor thing, it looks so- tight..” she said, putting a bit of emphasis on that last bit

Damien watched bashfully as she reached her hands out to caress his belly, hearing her struggle to keep her breaths steady

As her hands gingerly rested on the warm, taut surface, another lengthy rumble reverberated against the surface, sending shivers through her fingertips and all throughout her body. Her husband let out a small, needy whine, which was quickly cut off by his own embarrassment

“S-sorry-” he stammered, his face growing redder by the second “I r-URP-eally tried not to wake you.. God, this is so embarrassing..” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands

Vanessa began rubbing her husband's aching belly, trying to stay level-headed, though she was becoming extremely flustered

“You have nothing to apologize for, you can't help it that your appetite gets stronger around this time of the month..”

“I know, but- it's never been this much before.. I don't kn-*ourp-* know what got into me.. I mean.. look at me. I-I’m huge!”

Vanessa turned a bit red at his acknowledgement of his size, trying not to stare too much at his belly as she rubbed her thumbs in gentle circles over the topmost section of the dome

“H-how much did you eat, anyway? I didn't even think it was possible for you to get this big in one sitting-” she asked, letting the question she’d been wanting to ask slip

The werewolf’s eyes widened, embarrassment creeping up on him again

He averted gaze as he spoke “Uhm.. I didn't mean to, but- I-I ate everything in the.. the fridge.. I just couldn't really- stop…” he muttered, his eyes darting for a second to meet Vanessa’s before quickly looking away

Vanessa's breath hitched, feeling her heart nearly leap out of her chest

“...No way..” she whispered, “You mean all this-” She put one hand on each side of his belly “is.. everything we had..? The pasta.. steak.. all our leftovers..e-everything.. you- ate all that..?” She asked, fighting to contain herself as her fingers grabbed a bit tighter onto him subconsciously

Damien gulped, his heart racing “M-mhmm…” he replied, nodding slightly, trembling a bit as her nails grazed his overly-sensetive skin. Blood pumped furiously through his body, something that did not go unnoticed by the vampire

She began trailing her hands along the surface of his belly, feeling every inch of the distended mass, little jolts of electricity running through her as her husband wordlessly whimpered at the sensation, his breaths coming in winded huffs, too full to inhale all the way without feeling like he might burst.

Vanessa became entranced, getting a bit more handsy and exploring more of his underbelly, shifting it slightly to hear the labored gurgles from within. She glided a hand down near the spot where his belly met with his waistband, and felt something she wasn't expecting, the momentary contact eliciting a shuddering moan from her husband. She let out a tiny gasp and withdrew her hand, feeling herself go red as a cherry. The room was dead silent for a few moments as the two of them processed what just happened

“Damien.. a-are you-?”

“I-I’m so sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't know that was still there- I didn't mean-!”

“Nonono- I-it’s ok- really, honey- I just- I didn't expect you to be.. enjoying this, too..”

Damien was about to reply when her last words registered in his head

“Too..? You mean you.. you're into this..??” He asked, with a flustered and surprised expression on his face

Vanessa blushed deeply, unable to stop the corners of her mouth from curling up, a bashful smile adorning her face

“I, um, yeah.. hahah- I- I've kind of.. always been into.. this kind of stuff..”

“Whuh?? S-since when??! I-I never noticed-” he trailed off, his mind looking for any signs he might've missed throughout the years they had been together

Vanessa always had these little habits that he could never really understand, always eager to fill up his plate, always making or bringing sweet things for him to eat and cheer him up.. the way she watched him eat whenever he was particularly ravenous.. and how much she loved rubbing her cool hands over his tummy when they cuddled in both his human and wolf form.. even back when it was flat as a board…

So many of the small things he hadn't paid much mind to began to add up, piecing together the puzzle

“Oh.. ohhh.. Oh. My god, how did I not notice sooner, you little sneak.. you've been fattening me up!” He said, a flustered and indignant expression on his face

It was hard to take him seriously when he clearly didn't look as upset as he intended to, his blush and trembling lip giving him away completely

Vanessa held back laughter, flustered as she was caught “I knowww, I'm sorry, you just always seemed so excited for meals, and you always look so content when you're eating, I just wanted to spoil you, it makes me happy to see you enjoying yourself, hon.. You deserve it.. Besides, who's the one asking for thirds at dinner, hmm?” She lightly poked his belly, making Damien huff and blush deeper “You've always had a big appetite, I just.. fed into it a little more.. that's all..” she purred, a cheeky grin forming across her face

Damien was lost for words, unable to stop himself from grinning back at her, his face and ears radiating heat

“Okay, I might’ve enjoyed the extra pampering.. a little..” he said, unable to look her in the eye, feeling the hairs on his neck stand on end as her fangs flashed in a toothy grin in his peripheral. She knew just how to push his buttons, it’s hardly fair at all..

Vanessa grinned widely, squeezing his swollen underbelly, pressing her thumb into him and making his stomach gurgle loudly

“Come on, we both know it was more than a little~” she purred teasingly

Damien yelped and burped, his whole body lighting up with electricity “O-ok-! Yes! I did like it-! I liked it a lot!” He panted as she released him “I.. I just didn't know how I felt.. not until tonight..” he looked down at his stomach, his heart fluttering in his chest

“It feels.. so fucking good… I couldn't stop because- I didn't want to.. I just- wanted to have more.. g-get tighter.. Knowing I could finish all that.. just makes me wonder what it would feel like if I could fit more..” he continued, the words flooding out of his mouth before he could think

“I wanna be good for you- I wanna finish everything you give me.. even if I end up not being able to see my toes, I don't care, being with you makes all that worth it..”

Vanessa’s eyes sparkled, her heart beating wildly in her chest, staring into her husband’s violet eyes

“You.. You’re okay with that? You wanna keep.. ah.. growing..?” she asked timidly, in near disbelief

“I- think so, yeah.. it would be a nice change of pace, I'm still kind of figuring out how I feel about.. this..” he said, gesturing to his gut “But, I wanna see where this goes… a little relationship weight never hurt anybody.. Besides, it's fun seeing you all stirred up like this~” he whispered, smirking

Vanessa stared at him for a moment before practically lunging at him and kissing him, pawing at his distended belly, the two huffing noisily, Vanessa beginning to work her way down from his mouth, to his cheek, his neck, chest, and belly, peppering in a few bites here and there to hear him moan

She planted kisses all over the surface of his belly, nibbling on the white colored happy trail below his navel, feeling a rush as he whimpered needily, her sharp teeth teasing the taut surface

Damien’s hands gripped her shoulders tightly, the werewolf panting heavily and causing his massively bloated gut to expand further with each heaving breath

“I want you as big as this bed.. Just a big, chubby hubby, all for me..” she mused between kisses. All of those urges she kept hidden away over time bubbled to the surface as she whispered sweet nothings to Damien, toying with him the way she'd been wanting to for so long

Damien was in pure bliss, unable to respond other than small moans and delighted whimpers, squirming beneath her

“I think you've earned yourself breakfast in bed, big boy~ Hope you bring your appetite, ‘cause I plan on going all out~”

Damien blushed heavily, his mind growing pleasantly foggy from all the excitement “Hahh- huff.. Do your worst, I'm all yours~”

[readwritejayy]

Dinner Date

(Read on AO3 here)

“Darling, is something wrong?” Emmrich was gazing at her with that sweet, worried look. “You don’t have to drink the wine if you don’t wish.”

“No, no it isn’t that,” Rook said, waving her hand. “I just…I didn’t know this was a date.”

Words: 1,103

Notes: throwing my hat in the ring of “writing fanfic for something that isn’t even out yet”. yes i’m also smitten by the gentleman necromancer and his skeleton companion.

Yes, obviously she felt bad for misunderstanding his request. In Rook’s defense, Emmrich had asked if he could “steal her away” for a night when the team wasn’t running left and right dealing with world-ending problems. And given Emmrich’s propensity for speaking so “proper” (which was evidently rubbing off on her a bit), that could have meant any number of things!

No it couldn’t.

Unfortunately she realized that too late, which was why Rook was currently seated in the kitchen of the Lighthouse in a full suit of armor, while Emmrich was dressed in a handsome white button-up, vest, and trousers. His usual coat was missing, but Rook wasn’t about to complain about seeing more of his slender yet poised form.

When she walked into the kitchen, expecting a quick conversation or something to do with Manfred, she was startled to find the kitchen had been transformed. The lamps were dimmed, the counters were lined with candles meticulously lit and arranged, and the little table now had a vase with a single embrium flower.

Emmrich stood beside one of the chairs, wringing his gloved hands together. When she had started to explain her attire, Emmrich just wore that lovesick smile on his face.

“Yes, you do look every bit as magnificent as you do when you’re wielding that axe and cleaving through darkspawn,” he’d sighed.

So Rook took her seat (after Emmrich had pulled out her chair for her, of course). Manfred walked over from his place in the corner. He wore a bow tie around his bony neck. As he walked, the two wine bottles nestled in his pelvic bone clinked together.

He pulled the two bottles out and waved them enticingly, tilting his head.

“Yes Manfred, thank you,” Emmrich replied. “White wine for myself, and a red for the lady?”

Rook shrugged and gave an apologetic look. “I’m not much of a wine drinker myself.”

“Then you could give it a try tonight,” he suggested. While he spoke, Manfred filled the glass Emmrich held, then the glass in front of Rook. “A nice red is a great place to start, but you’re welcome to a sip from my glass as well.”

The conversation flowed as easily as it always did in Emmrich’s presence. She hardly noticed when Manfred brought out their dinners—a pasta dish Rook was certain she wouldn’t be able to pronounce but would probably sound delightful coming from Emmrich’s lips.

It was lovely. And Rook couldn’t help but feel like she’d somehow tricked Emmrich into thinking she was the kind of person that was “wined and dined”. Yes she’d made a mistake in showing up in full armor, but even if she hadn’t misunderstood, it wasn’t like she had anything fancier to wear. The alternative was the casual clothes she wore under her armor with blood and sweat stains that still didn’t come out.

“Darling, is something wrong?” Emmrich was gazing at her with that sweet, worried look. “You don’t have to drink the wine if you don’t wish.”

“No, no it isn’t that,” Rook said, waving her hand. “I just…I didn’t know this was a date.”

His brow raised. Emmrich set down his fork and wiped his mouth with his cloth napkin.

“My dear, I deeply apologize for the misunderstanding,” he explained. “I should have been more clear. You must think me a horrible cad. I can walk you back if you’d like to go…or perhaps you wouldn’t like that—“

“No I didn’t mean…that isn’t what I…” Rook sighed. She rubbed her face with her hands; everything she said always came out sounding boorish next to Emmrich. With a clumsy hand, she gestured to her attire. “I was trying to explain, that’s why I showed up in full armor. I mean, not that I have anything better.”

“Ah.” Emmrich visibly relaxed and resumed eating. “You hardly need to explain yourself to me. I certainly wasn’t going to complain.”

“But you went to all this work! You lit all these candles, you decorated, you made dinner—“

Bones rattled angrily in a dark corner of the kitchen.

“Ah, sorry,” Emmrich said, holding up a hand. “Manfred made the dinner. I ran out of time while I was lighting all the candles. And…I’m not the best cook, though it shames me to admit.”

A breath of laughter escaped her lips.

“You put in a lot of effort,” she continued. “And I haven’t had that before. And I showed up in the same rusty armor I wear for days at a time. And I don’t know how to show you that I’m entirely out of my element but I really appreciate all of this.”

Rook drew in a long breath after her ramble.

“And I like you. A lot.”

Emmrich’s face lit up, his expression rivaling his excitement when they stumbled onto the ruins of a catacomb weeks prior.

“I admit I’m happy to simply be graced with your company. Perhaps I also…quite enjoy the sight of you in that armor,” he said. “But if I could dare ask for more, I’d rather like to walk you to home.”

After dinner, he did just that; he took her hand on his arm and walked her the whole fifteen feet to the door of her room. They stood in front of the closed door silently for a few moments. Rook shuffled from foot to foot.

“You know, you could come in if you like,” she offered. Then she made a face. “I guess coffee is back in the kitchen…I don’t know, it seemed like the thing people say after a date.”

Emmrich chuckled. “I’m afraid I have to decline; it would be improper after a first date.”

“Even if a lady offers? You’re nothing if not a gentleman,” Rook replied, grinning. “Very well. Could I at least give you a kiss?”

Before he could reply, Rook leaned over and pressed a kiss to Emmrich’s cheek. His face visibly flushed.

From the doorway of the kitchen came the sound of bones knocking together as Manfred clapped happily.

“Manfred, please,” Emmrich groaned. He turned his focus back to Rook, taking her hand and kissing her bruised knuckles. “Good night, my dear.”

She watched Emmrich walk away, Manfred ambling on behind him. She still wasn’t sure how she’d caught the attention of the handsome necromancer, nor how she’d managed to hold his attention long enough to convince him she had something worthwhile to give in return. But if he still liked her after tonight, she certainly wouldn’t argue.

She’d just…double check next time he invited her to dinner.

[voidandabyssal]

Papyrus Crush Headcanons!!

here's the sequel everyone! Come and eat up

you're one of Papyrus's first crushes

honestly so he's pretty unsure of how to act around you

lots of blushing, stammering and running through windows

you figure out he has a crush on you pretty quickly

so the two of you sorta end up in this weird grey situation, he doesn't know if you like him back and you are to afraid to confess

you spend a lot more time together

he's always coming up with some sort of reason to be with you

"HUMAN! YOU MUST COME OVER! I AM MAKING MY FAMED PASTA FOR DINNER!" of course you oblige

Sans is always nowhere to be seen, so the two of you end up having lots of romantic tension in these 'dates'

wants to help you lots

Need help cooking? He's there, need help moving a box? "STAND ASIDE HUMAN! THE GREAT AND MAGNIFICENT PAPYRUS SHALL HELP YOU!"

He runs to Undyne for help, she then proceeds to laugh her ass off at his predicament

though she does agree to help

so know you have both Undyne and Sans playing matchmaker whenever they get a chance

At one point Undyne just shoves you two into a closet to get it over with

He's constantly messaging you through the Undernet, just little updates on his life

when he finally gets the courage to confess his feelings

he trys writing a letter, yanno, just so he can't fluster himself

it's beautifully written, talks about your history, what he admires about you, why he feels this way and at the end he asks to be your partner

[haechvn]

Maybe It's The Jazz

Pairing: Shuri x F!Reader

Warning: N/A

Word Count: 1.7k+

Summary/Request: PART 2 FOR STOP TRYINGGGGG!!!!

Author’s Note: I got about 20k requests to do a part 2 so here it is my babies. Even though it is fanfiction, I personally have sense so I like when my reader does as well. Anything that is underlined is a link to a previous story I wrote in case you haven't read it already. Enjoy!!!

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Two years. It has been two long years since you walked out of her life. Two silent years since you have seen your ex-fiance. To say those years were easy for you would be a complete lie. 

You had moved to the south of Italy and bought a beautiful beach house on the coast where nobody could bother you or disturb your peace. That peace only existed in your mind for a week. For the first month, all you could do was cry. Cry at the water’s shoreline as the sun kissed your forehead in comfort. Cry in the shower as the water provided a gentle pat on the back and cry on your afternoon walks as the wind tried to wipe your tears away. Sleep no longer became your safe place as your mind was riddled with the memories of your soon-to-be-wife cuddled up behind you, her nose brushing against your shoulder and just feeling safe in her presence. 

Loving Shuri was the first time you had ever let anyone see the real you and the probability of her nervous self asking you out on your first date leading the two of you to get engaged was not something you expected at all. The two of you had been able to grow so much as individuals but also as a pair. You bared your souls to one another. Shuri breathed life into you and you did the same for her. You two fit together so seamlessly until you didn’t. 

You didn’t regret leaving her at all. It allowed you to focus on why you are deserving of the best and truly prioritize certain things in your life. Your skin cleared magnificently, you felt like you were physically in the best shape of your life and you have been able to live your life to your hearts’ desire without any worry.  You didn’t get seriously involved with anyone again but you have your fair share of dates and hookups during your separation. You have already forgiven her for her mistakes in your heart as you know that a number of things could have been clouding her mind at the time. Staying in that environment wouldn’t have done either of you any good. You know that if you were able to find love once, you are most definitely going to find it again. That was until love came knocking on your door one starry night. 

You were in the middle of practicing a new pasta recipe as your chef that would usually come over for dinner had gotten sick. It was safe to say that the food you were attempting to make may or may not be safe for human consumption. It was 9:32 p.m., soft jazz played in the background and you had just smoked the cutest pink joint you rolled before deciding to cook. Maybe that’s why your food might end up in the garbage. You swayed your hips to the music and just allow yourself to feel free, arms swinging in the air with a smile stacked onto your face. You hadn’t felt this way for an eternity. The soft jiggle of your doorbell took you out of your elevated haze and brought you back down to earth. You had a strict policy about having guests come over past nine, so your mind is curious as you waltz over to the door, determined to figure out who thinks they can bypass your own rules. 

You couldn’t help the startled gasp that left your mouth as you peered through your peephole. It’s her. It’s the Queen of Wakanda. It’s – your mind wouldn’t even allow you to utter her name, as it brought pain to your spirit just thinking about it. You raced back to the kitchen to throw off your apron and shut off the stoves. Why are you in a rush all of a sudden? What is the hurry for? It’s not as if you prayed everyday for Bast to return Shuri to you on a silver platter. That you wished and wished until you had no energy left to see her sculpted face one more time or be able to hold her in your arms again. Okay. Maybe you did. Dreams do come true and yours had found her way back to you. 

Opening your front door, you were met with the strong presence of your ex-lover. With a single rose in hand, Shuri let out a shaky breath upon seeing you for the first time you had left. Your beauty still left her starstruck. She had imagined this day so many times, over and over, wanting nothing more but to pour her heart out to you and prove that she is a changed woman.

She realized that too much of her identity was shelved into how many tests she could perform, not how she shows up for people. It is a mistake she made for a very long time and promised herself she wouldn't let that become who she was meant to be, especially after finding the book T’Challa had left for the two of you.

Her mind had convinced her that you were in danger and that you were in constant need of protection but what could she have done if you told her to leave you alone. Shuri couldn’t sleep at night either, barely keeping up with eating properly and continually failed her science projects that she was once a prodigy at. Like you, time has allowed her to reevaluate her life. Being that you were her life, Shuri realized that no matter how much she wanted you back, getting you would not solve the issue at hand. She had to heal herself. This was the first time she was truly alone in that sense so navigating through her own mind, thoughts and actions felt like a never ending punishment at first but allowed her to blossom in the most beautiful ways.  

She spent a lot of her time journaling, speaking with her ancestors as well as trying not to let her past mistakes define her. As she wished to shed the previous version of herself, the hardest part was convincing her mind that she too is worthy and deserving of a love that lasts a century. She just couldn't shake the feeling that the love she wished to experience again was you. That is why she stood before you now. 

“Hello,” she said, her voice a slightly deeper than before but still commanding the attention of anyone she spoke to. Her hair was thicker, curlier but she still had that gorgeous undercut on the sides. She wore a sporty gray two piece, with her signature kimoyo earrings and what is that? A nose piercing? Okay. 

“I have so many things I would like to say to you if you give me the chance. I know showing up here without letting you know may be strange but I couldn't take it any longer.” 

You felt your heart race. It hasn’t done that in so long. You are mature enough to hear her out and listen to her words but you do wonder, knowing that time can truly change a person, if you are going to be met by the same Shuri. Just based on her present energy and stance, you can tell that this is a woman with intention standing before you. 

Sitting in a comfortable silence outside on your porch, the ocean’s breeze greeted the two of you. Memories of the lengthy time you had spent together in Haiti on similar nights like this, under completely different circumstances. The rose she offered you laid between the grasp of your fingers, unsure of what to do next. She had just admitted that she hasn’t stopped thinking about you in the two years since you’ve been gone. 

“I realized that even if I get the chance to be in your space again, I was going to have to fix the issue. I was going to have to fix myself,” her stark eyes never leaving yours, hand holding onto your free one and mind determined for you to see that she has transformed. She began to explain how she had truthfully done the inner work to address all the problems that she had within herself and reflected as well as seeking counsel from those closest to her. She just wanted you to hear her out, seeing as though the last time you had seen each other, Shuri didn’t have any words to share with you. Her heart and thoughts were no longer shielded by the insecurities and misfortunes of the past. 

“Allow me to be the woman I was meant to be for you. Please. Allow me to love you the way you deserve and —,”

Her voice faded away as your eyes closed shut. Are you really willing to let her just walk back into your life when you are at your most peaceful? You aren’t opposed to loving again and you have healed your wounds. Your mind was in a healthy place as well as your physical and mental and love was the last thing you wanted to check off of your list. Shuri used to be your happy place and sanctuary. The least you could do is give her another chance.

You set your rose down on the coffee table to your right and turned to Shuri. Her eyes pleaded for you and spirit yearned for yours. Pulling her close to you, your lips ghosted around each other, feeling the light weight of her breath on you before carefully connecting your mouths. Scared and delicate. That’s how you would describe the kiss the two of you shared until you found ourselves back in the familiar pattern the two of you once shared.

Your chest warmed up and your heart felt like it might burst. She’s back. She’s back and she’s better. This is all you ever wanted. As much as you missed your relationship, you knew it was far more important for the two of you to heal no matter how much time had passed and now, the two of you can reclaim that love and start over. One step at a time. 

You two knew that your souls just needed a little bit of time to recognize one another once more. There is no need to rush.  

[sunny-mercya]

Nightlife Drive

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Summer this year had been nasty hot and dry, leaving the air throughout the day like a cough. The Nights though, they were filled with humidity and more than once occasionally cool breeze—which gushed through and making up for the sweaty days.

It's summer nights—the late nights of midnight till dawn—like these, which are meant for a casual stroll or drive on the empty streets and city. It was a vibe of its own, an aesthetic of atmosphere to an unexplainable feeling to experience at least once in life.

The Radio—the local station had a field trip with tonights playlist, playing songs from Blondie, Madonna, Michale Jackson and so on—was turned up on full volume, blasting the current song of Murder on the dance floor and right next up, they said, ABBA's Dancing Queen would be played—and if they then played Footloose too, the party mood of tonight would be perfect.

Winning Stu over to dance with you to the current songs, was rather easy as he too—just like yourself—liked to dance. You tried to pull Billy in as well, knowing from experience he was capable of dancing, but he swatted you playfully away and setting out your guys late night order from Pizza-Hut on the picknick table.

It had been Stu who had the idea of this little trip. He wanted another nights out as the last one had been too long ago—actually that was two weeks ago, but Stu liked to make it a bit more exaggerated than necessary—thus Stu had whined about it all weeks to you and Billy till you both carved in.

So now, here you were with your two boyfriends, on top of one of those sightseeing hills, after driving a bit around through vast streets—where the view over Los Angles, Angel City it had been nicknamed—part of the State you belong to and call home—was magnificent and breathtaking as ever, with nights sky—heavenly filled with stars—and the many lights, like little dots, from the City which illuminate it like fairy dust.

Billy sipped on his cold cola, smiling at the sight of you dancing. Just seeing you and Stu so cheerful carefree, was like a drug of relaxation for him—lifting stress from his shoulders, Billy didn't realise he had.

Besides school and planning the heist of an upcoming legacy slaughter, nights like these were the best and to be cherished—just like the mornings after sex.

»C'mon loser's, get your asses over here and eat the Pizza«

Stu was the first, almost skipping towards the table and instantly started to devour the food. You on the other hand twirled around one last time, swaying your hips to the beat of song, which nears its end and fading out, before you sat down at the table too.

»Next time we're getting Burgers«

»No way Stu, it's gonna be Pizza again«

»I might agree on Pizza with [Nickname], but I'm more a man for Pasta«

»How about, the next time we're having a nights out, we're getting all three?« they both agreed to your suggestions.

~~~

It's way past midnight now, the clock nearing its 4AM mark. The temperature had gone down and up here on the hill, the cool air of night did felt a bit freezing.

Laying onto a thick fluffy blanket under the starry filled sky, in between the arms—which engulfed you as if you're a Teddy bear—of Billy and Stu, was yet another indescribably feeling.

»How about, once we finished Highschool, we're doing a long ass road trip through California all the way to wherever you wish?« suggested Billy in a whisper, pecking the corner of your lips with his own.

»Sounds like a damn good plan, love«

Because a road trip through the states is such a wishful high fantasy dream—of a long forgotten decade in a past you felt nostalgic romantic about it—that you really looked forward to it, to make it actually happen.

[literary-motif]

Hey! Please, Andrew nsfw with a shy inexperienced darling?

New To This (NSFW)

Andrew Marston x Reader

“So, what do you think?” Andrew asked hesitatingly, almost nervous as you shoved another spoonful of pasta into your mouth. He had made an old recipe his grandmother had taught him when he was growing up. 

She had been a sweet woman, even if she had been trapped by her circumstances. In all her life, he was certain she never missed Sunday mass once, always dutifully bowing before the altar and praying the rosary every day. It hurt seeing her get taken advantage of by his grandfather or her own children, simply because she was kind and possessed infinite patience. 

Remembering her funeral still put a sour taste in his mouth.

Andrew cleared his throat, forcing a smile that turned genuine when he saw your happy expression. “I hope the amount of salt I added is agreeable?”

“If I knew you were such a good cook I’d have spared us the fiasco of that potato dish I tried to make last time,” you laughed, ducking your head in slight embarrassment at the memory of Andrew standing in the doorway to your apartment — hair nicely arranged and roses in hand — just to find you looking back at him mortified as you began to explain that the potatoes had exploded.

“The pizza we got instead was quite nice though,” he smiled, “and you flatter me. This was not hard to make at all. I can teach you one day if you’d like.”

You rested your chin on your hand, narrowing your eyes at him in false contemplation. “Hmm. You know actually, I think I much prefer you cooking for me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head as you continued eating. “I’d love to,” he said, smirking at you, “if you do the dishes afterward.”

“Deal.” 

The dishes were quite easy to do, even if it seemed tedious at first. Andrew had insisted that your little arrangement did not apply to the date you were currently on, but you had insisted in turn that helping out in the kitchen was the least you could do. 

Besides, doing household chores could be soothing, and as you cleaned the plates, handing them to Andrew to dry, the feeling of domesticity washing over you made warmth settle deep in your chest.

“I could have done this myself, you know,” he said, storing the last pot and hanging the tea towel to dry. 

You stepped up to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind and resting your head on his shoulder. You could feel his chuckle reverberating against your chest. He turned, embracing you properly before leaning in to kiss you.

“But thank you for your help,” he murmured in between kisses, beginning to lead you to the bedroom with swaying steps. He stopped as you reached the bed, loosening the embrace to look at you. 

You looked away. “Andrew—”

“It’s quite alright. We can cuddle if you’d like that,” he said, brushing your hair back and tilting your head up to look at him. 

“It’s not that,” you said, clearing your throat, “I’ve never done this before and I’m— uh — nervous, I suppose.”

“I’m not the most experienced either,” he said, caressing your cheek and making your eyes flutter shut. Andrew had a sense of calmness about him that immediately put you at ease. “We could learn together if you’d like?” he asked, waiting for your response as he searched your gaze.

“I’d like that,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as he lowered you onto the bed. 

Whatever insecurities you had melted away as he kissed you, looking at you with such softness in his eyes that nearly made you tear up. You undressed each other slowly, taking your time to feel entirely comfortable before continuing. 

Andrew liked peppering your skin with kisses, whereas you enjoyed tracing your fingers over his, relishing in his shivers as your hands roamed his body. “I love you,” he whispered as all your clothing littered the floor and he looked at your body before him. “You’re magnificent.”

His sincerity and the intensity of his stare made you suddenly feel shy, and you squirmed on the bed, fighting the urge to tug on the covers and hide. 

“Darling, what’s wrong?” he asked, moving to stop leaning over you and instead sitting back. “Are you uncomfortable? Would you like to stop?”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath. “No, I’m fine. It’s just— I feel weirdly vulnerable.” You offered your hand to him and Andrew took it without hesitation, allowing you to pull him down until your faces were mere inches apart again. “And maybe I’m a bit intimidated by the situation,” you added, feeling your cheeks burn at the adoration shining in his eyes.

“There is no pressure, darling,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “Are you sure you would like to continue?” 

“Yes, Andrew,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving your hips until you brushed against his hard cock, making him groan. 

He put a hand on your hip, stilling your movements. “I’d rather we do this slowly,” he said, rolling off of you as you nodded in agreement. “Angle your legs,” he said, caressing your side before his fingers brushed against your entrance, making you tense. 

“Wait,” you said. Andrew backed off immediately. “I— Can I hold your hand?”

He smiled, intertwining the fingers of his free hand with yours and slowly kissing along your collarbone. 

You sighed, sinking into the pillows as Andrew continued kissing you. “Go ahead,” you murmured, trying to relax as his fingers brushed against you again. He looked up at you, slowly easing a finger inside and making you moan. 

“Does this feel good?” he asked, beginning to work you open gently. 

You nodded, squeezing his hand as your eyes fell shut in bliss. “Add another,” you breathed. 

Andrew complied, making you groan as he continued thrusting his fingers. He tilted his head up to kiss you, melting against you as your hand threaded through his hair and his lips swallowed your moan as he brushed against your sweet spot.

“Here?” he asked, angling his fingers in the same manner and making you arch your back. 

“Yes,” you moaned, holding onto his hand tighter as pleasure coiled inside you, Andrew’s fingers making you gasp and whine until you bit your lip self-consciously, trying to make less noise. “I think that’s enough,” you breathed, trailing your hand down his chest, “I want to feel you.”

Andrew nodded, licking his lips nervously. “Are you sure?” he asked, pulling out his fingers and looking at you uncertainly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you reassured him, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, “and we can always stop, so don’t worry. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too,” he said, touching his forehead to yours as he rolled on top of you. “Are you sure, darling?”

“Yes,” you said, gasping as he slowly pushed himself inside. “Fuck, keep going,” you panted, squeezing his hand and trying to relax as he entered you fully with careful thrusts. 

Andrew groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and shuddering at the feeling of you around him. “How are you?” he asked after catching his breath, raising his head to look into your eyes. 

“Good,” you breathed, craning your neck to kiss him. He smiled into it, holding onto your hand tightly. “What about you?” you asked when you broke apart.”

“Amazing,” he said, kissing your lips again. “Can I move?”

You nodded, gasping as he began his slow thrusts. “Ah, you feel so good,” you moaned, beginning to tremble as he picked up the pace, all thoughts about keeping quiet forgotten as you allowed yourself to be swept away by the pleasure building inside of you.

“Is this alright?” Andrew panted, holding onto you tightly as he continued rolling his hips. 

“You’re doing so well,” you said, shuddering as he brushed against a spot that made your toes curl. “Andrew— right there, I liked that. Do that again.”

“Like this?” he groaned, hitting that spot again and making you mewl. He trembled, feeling you clench around him. “I’m close, darling. I’m— I’m—”

“Yes. Yes,” you whined, Andrew fading from your vision as your eyes rolled back and you came with a shudder. He fell over the edge as well, squeezing your hand tightly and crashing his lips to yours only to break apart a moment later as both of you fought for breath.

“Wow,” you said, shifting to cuddle into his side as Andrew laid down next to you, opening his arms to feel you close. “That was great,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck and trying to fend off sleep.

“I agree,” he said, resting his head on top of yours and stifling a yawn. “I love you, darling.”

You chuckled contently. “Love you, too,” you said, sighing as you raised your head hesitatingly, “I think we should clean up.”

“Yes,” Andrew said, making no effort to get up. “In a moment, darling. Five more minutes like this, please.”

[canonsinthehead]

One Piece Headcanons - One Piece Fan Letter's Brother & More

Let's finally put words and these two magnificent Marine Brothers along with some headcanons. Dinner is ready!

Older Brother

Name: Gina D. Morino

Birthplace: South Blue

Age: 32 yo (DO NOT call him old, he hates it and he’s not)

Marine Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer

Favorite Food: His favorites fruits are Mangoes and Bananas (because monkey love bananas apparently). He has a weakness for sweets and parfaits but barely consume them to stay in shape. Meat (especially Grilled Beef or Lamb) in the honor of his favorite pirate

Least liked Food: Cranberries and he hates any types of pasta and tomato meatball sauce because one day he had to clean up his brother vomit after getting drunk and they just ate that very meal. The disgusting smell and pool of digested food on the floor forever turned him off from this meal.

Typical older sibling syndrome, when he was younger his parents put a lot of “you must show the example! You are the first-born!” type of pressure.

Back in elementary school up until high school, he had to take ballet classes (under the order of his parents) when his younger brother could choose whatever he wanted to do as extracurricular activities. He changed it every week or so and their parents folded EVERYTIME.

Still enjoys dancing but keeps it to himself because it was often used as a nasty joke (Do you know my big bro loves to dance?! Come on show us!!!! Hahahaha you should be in a band!). The reason why it bothers him so much is because he despises when someone’s passion (no matter what it is) is not taken seriously or mocked/ridiculed.

He is taller and never mentions the fact that his arrogant little brother is wearing height lengthening insoles to make both of them the same height. The younger often brags when he appears a little taller. Gina refrains from mentioning the truth because his brother is insecure about his height

Has a Luffy shrine in his bedroom in a shoe box he hides under his bed.   

Everything he eats turns into 10 pounds of fat if he’s not careful contrary to his brother who can inhaled gallons of food and not gain a single pound.

Always loses at card games against his younger brother

Single and never being in a relationship. If he gained 1$ every time his parents asked when he’ll get married, he would be richer than all celestial dragons combined.

Currently operates in New Marineford but would love to work and discover the East Blue (Luffy birthplace)

his brother clown him for having a “feminine name”

Favorite Marine: Gets along with Koby well. Female higher-ups won’t leave him alone. He is working under Tashigi’s leadership, but she recommended him to Tsuru who agreed to further his training and possibly promote him since he made so much improvement. Bel-Mère can’t contain her laughter “You’re so popular with the ladies!”

Least Liked Marine:

Borsalino. He is not forgiving him for almost killing him with his beams of lights.

Akainu & Greenbull: With all that happened to him recently, his stance on the Marine, pirates and the world are changing but those two men’s narratives are too much in his opinion and negative in the long term.

Likes Pinkpantheress

Younger Brother

Name: Clovis D. Morino

Birthplace: South Blue

Age: 28 yo

Marine Rank: Lieutenant Commander

Favorite Food: He loves Strawberries and swears Rhubarb is the greatest thing ever (everyone ignores him). Seafood boil enthusiast and Sandwich Lover, it doesn’t matter what’s inside of it.

Least liked Food: Hate greens and almost pukes at the sight of them, his brother thinks he need to grow up.

He received the typical youngest sibling favoritism, and it got to his head.

Favorite Activity to do with his brother: Challenging to anything (like races, arm wrestling, push-ups and loses 90% of the time but ALWAYS bring up how it’s the only time his older brother can win and how he’s better than him at life blah blah blah...,). One thing they agree on is their love of collecting and analysis wanted/bounty posters. They are geeks about it and is always trying to learn about what going in the world of piracy even if “the pirates are bad, and we are the good marine”

Had many girlfriends but struggles to stay faithful and often uses his marine rank to get his way with the ladies. Gold Medal Womanizer.

Biggest dog fan while his brother is a rodent (rabbit, Guinea pig, Hamster & Capybara) type of guy

For unknown reason, mobs of pigeons have an affair with him and often chase him, he stopped fighting it when he learned that birds pooping on you meant great luck and it happens every time. “I DIDN’T CHOSE LUCK, LUCK CHOSE ME!”

Favorite Marine: Akainu, for being the strongest in his opinion. He loves to hang out with Django & Full-Body. Not only they are in the same rank but they are cool dudes to have a good time & dance with. Clovis likes above all when Django tells his adventures when he was a pirate. There’s thousands of stories and all of them have all type of information about pirates and the world, it fascinates him to no end.

Least Liked Marine: Hina.

He will never admit how hard it is for him to ask for help to his brother even in his worst moments because of his gigantic ego. Marineford was a painful and bitter lesson in humility even if his “spoiled brat” personality never went away or reduced a little bit.

Blonde Rich Kid

Name: Barclay Early Cumberbatch

Birthplace: East Blue

Age: 24 yo

Marine Rank: Seaman Recruit First Class

Favorite Food: Beef Sausages, Quiche & Eggplant Spread

Least liked Food: Spicy Foods, Cinamon & Iced Coffee (he thinks it’s an abomination to the art of coffee)

Rich kid who got in with his father’s connections, this is the highest rank he could get without traditionally “climbing the ladder” and he’s bitter about it

It was not clear, but Helmeppo know this guy, his family was working with Captain Morgan (during his prime). Helmeppo mentioned how Barclay always had narcissistic/bullying/controlling tendencies worse than him back in days. Helmeppo always tries to stay as far as he possibly can and advice others to do the same

He was the type to questions his teachers and starting arguments with them over the taught material back in college/marine academy.

Often complain how uncomfortable the fodder marines’ uniform is

He often shoves civilians out of his way or kicks dogs.

Doesn’t respect women in the Marine

Favorite Marine:

Akainu.

Least Liked Marine:

You would think him and Greenbull are personality and ideology twins, but he despises the green admiral for being “annoying”, his closeness with the fleet admiral and for being egregiously unattractive.

 HE CAN’T STAND KOBY! He had to work under him many times and he can’t bottle his hatred for the pink haired boy. His voice, the way he dresses, EVERYTHING. Barclay always depicts him as someone desperate for the validation of higher-ups and talentless.

Smoker. Told the vice admiral to “put some clothes on”. Smoker didn’t acknowledge his existence.

X Drake. Knowing Drakes’s endeavor with women, he made him grab a seaman recruit’s breasts and got suspended for it, but his rich daddy bailed him out like nothing happened.

He made Hibari’s life a living nightmare luckily Bel-Mère was here to check him.

[saintsenara]

the war of the roses - a snippet

sirius black/severus snape explicit

here’s a wee look at the next chapter of the war of the roses to tide you over before the weekend...

featuring tonks being a bonafide baddie with a terrible taste in men, sirius moping [as per], and me shoehorning in my "everything in the series connects to contemporary anglo-irish history" agenda....

Tonks has a black eye (courtesy of Augustus Rookwood) and a grey complexion (courtesy of being dragged back to work weeks earlier than she should have been). She looks exhausted. She’s lost weight. She has dark circles under her eyes and hollows under her cheekbones and he finds it almost terrifying to look directly at her.

Not because growing thinner has made it all the clearer how much she looks like Bella - he knew that; he can handle that - but because her specific brand of wan and worn-out looks so much like the one he remembers his mother putting on during his childhood - a cloak of pale skin and mourning robes and staring at the woven roses on the rug and not leaving the house - and never taking off.

Only the fact that her hair is electric blue and her aura opalescent and her appetite undiminished quells the shiver working its way down his spine, stopping him from panicking that there’s been some rip in time and the old bitch isn’t dead anymore.

‘- started quacking like a duck,’ she says, cheeks bulging out like a hamster’s with pasta bake, her luminescence - a gemstone sheen that no Death Eater’s curse could rob from her - so magnificent that even Molly smiles indulgently at her lack of table manners.

(Sirius wonders how long it took Andy - she was hardly as much of a prig as Cissy, but she’d nonetheless never gone in for eating like she lived in a pig-sty - to give up on trying to drum some decorum into her.)

‘The Muggles all thought he’d lost his gobstones - obviously - but the portrait in the PM’s office alerted the Accidents and Catastrophes lot just before they could cart him off to see one of their - oh bollocks, what do they call them? Y’know - the healers for the mind?’

‘Sike-trists,’ says Kingsley.

‘That’s the word I was looking for!’ she squeals, waving her fork in his direction with transparent glee. ‘I was going to say “suck-tits”, but I knew that wasn’t right…’

Kingsley chuckles. Moony chokes on his beer.

And Tonks stares at him, her dark eyes - Bella’s eyes; his mother’s eyes - gleaming, the dancing flames from the fireplace reflected within them. She looks thrilled, triumphant. Like making Moony shed his stiffness - the meek and restrained act he’s been perfecting since he was eleven - and reveal himself to be capable of spontaneity, of looking dishevelled and coming undone, was her goal.

Moony blushes. Tonks waggles her eyebrows extravagantly at him and then collapses into giggles.

(Sirius wonders what Andy would say. There’s no way she hasn’t warned her daughter to beware the hungry glint which lurks in wolfish eyes, betraying the monster which coils beneath an affable, moderate veneer, ready to strike. After all, she’d seen a similar heart-shaped face staring rapt and worshipping.)

‘It’s no laughing matter, Tonks,’ says Arthur, sternly, gamely diving into the fire which seems to have sprung up around her and Moony. ‘We’re very lucky that Herbert Chorley had a bad reaction to the Imperius Curse… If it had taken, the Prime Minister would be dead.’

Tonks doesn’t look remotely chagrined.

(Sirius wonders if Andy would say that passion’s flame - no matter how dangerous; no matter how quickly it burns itself out - is better than the alternative. He remembers his mother and father, drifting past each other on the stairs like ships in the night. He remembers Bella sitting awkwardly beside her new husband at her wedding breakfast, and how he and Reg had spent the next seven years - until he’d fled, for Godric’s Hollow and its fields of golden wheat - convinced that Rodolphus was genuinely incapable of smiling.)

But Kingsley is possessed by the spirit of irritation at government incompetence which all civil servants must indulge. ‘The worst thing is,’ he spits, ‘we didn’t have a fucking clue the Prime Minister was at risk until this Imperius was buggered up. It doesn’t seem to have occurred to anyone that they might not confine their attacks on Muggles to this shit with the giants… Scrimgeour told me that I’m going to be the first ever liaison we’ve had in the Muggle government. The fucking first! Voldemort probably has dozens!’

‘Why would he bother with all that, though?’ asks Tonks, still shovelling food into her mouth. ‘He wouldn’t get any credit for offing the PM. The Muggles would just blame it on their own terrorists.’

‘Exactly,’ says Arthur. ‘The Muggles would blame their own terrorists, which would give You-Know-Who the cover to keep attacking them on the pretence that the terror threat was escalating, which would involve him doing more and more magic in plain sight, which would keep the Ministry busy scrambling to cover everything up.’

‘And it hurts the Ministry’s standing with the Muggles,’ says Kingsley. ‘The relationship between the Minister and the PM is sold to them on the basis that we don’t affect their affairs in any way. We’re on thin ice with them as it is - the PM took a lot of shit about rising crime rates in February, after the breakout from Azkaban; it’s hit his polling hard - and I guarantee Voldemort knows it. It’s why he’s going after Muggle targets in the way he is. If the PM stops talking to the Minister, because he’s pissed off that he’s having to look unpopular for things which are our fault, then the Death Eaters have a clear run at creating chaos in the Muggle world.’ He picks up his fork again, jabs it with an irritated stab into a piece of pasta. ‘D’you remember in the last war, Arthur, that massacre in Belfast -’

‘- where he had all the Death Eaters dress up like Muggle soldiers. Of course I do. The Prime Minister was furious. There were genuinely worries he was going to renege on the terms of the Statute of Secrecy. We were working overtime for months to sort it all out.’

‘It killed Eugenia Jenkins’ career.’

‘I remember that Mad-Eye used to be convinced that it was Voldemort who got Mountbatten,’ says Moony, his gaze still fixed on Tonks.

‘I’m pretty sure Mad-Eye’s still convinced of that,’ mutters Kingsley.

‘Yeah,’ says Tonks, with a roll of her eyes, ‘but since Mad-Eye’s also convinced that You-Know-Who stopped the Kestrels winning the league in ‘79, I take everything he says with a pinch of salt.’

Everyone laughs, dragged back to levity by her refusal to take anything too seriously. She’s basking in it - their adulation - being cocky and cheeky, so sure that nothing truly evil hides in the lengthening shadows on the other side of the walls that they can almost believe she might be onto something, and let themselves forget the slog which grinds them down and makes exhausted bodies - horses fit for the knacker’s yard - out of young men.

She doesn’t realise that her swagger makes her susceptible, Sirius thinks. She hasn’t noticed that her eyes are glassy with something which could be fever, as she watches Moony watching her, neither of them pretending he isn’t. Sirius has never seen him so overt in his desire, so unwilling to merely pine from afar.

He wonders if something lupine in him has caught the scent of easy prey.

She takes a swig of beer, lips lingering for just a little longer than necessary around the bottle-top when she draws it away.

‘Scrimgeour’s putting liaisons everywhere,’ she says. ‘Ankunda’s going to be guarding Tony Blair. I asked if I could get the gig protecting Princess Diana.’

‘And did you?’ Moony asks. A purr has come into his voice, something low and sultry, like the embers of a fire.

Tonks chuckles. ‘Nah. Scrimgeour thinks that it wouldn’t do to have me pictured near her.’ She gestures at her hair. ‘Says it might ruin her mystique… It’s gone to Savage. He reckons he’s going to have a crack at her.’

‘Poor woman.’

‘Oh, I dunno.’ She winks at him. ‘She’s done worse.’