#pearly writing appreciation event

[pearlywritings]

Distracted

synopsis: is what you are when it comes to your husband's marvelous hands

prompt: 19

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Ayato Kamisato x fem!reader

tw: smut, established relationship, fingering

word count: 1k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 2 more requests to write

“I am wondering what could be so distracting that you couldn't hear my voice anymore.”

“Your hands.”

This small interaction, this seemingly innocent admission of yours was what led to this situation. But how could it not? Your husband's hands are elegant - from thin wrists to long fingers with well-manicured nails. Skin milky and smooth is pleasant to touch, caress the backs of his hands, sliding your fingers right in-between his, but you also love the messy look of them after a training session or getting some tiny specks of ink from the hours spent over the paperwork.

Or completely soaked with your arousal.

“You can’t stop squirming, can you?” The teasing lilt in your husband’s voice is ever-present, but now is laced with desire. Your back arches harder, head lolling to the crook between his neck and shoulder, hot breath fanning against his chin. Two of your beloved’s fingers slowly drag against your clenching walls, drawing more needy gasps and occasional swipe on your clit with his thumb earns Ayato a soft moan.

“Can’t help it…” You murmur, reaching a hand to play with a longer lock of his blue hair. “Your fingers are just…”

“Too distracting?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Oh, come on…” You quietly whine, embarrassed. After all, you didn’t expect your honest answer to backfire at you in such a form: back then Ayato immediately abandoned his calligraphy practice and urged you onto bed as he momentarily exited the bedroom to wash his hands. The hands that in a minute were tugging your clothes off till you ended up completely naked and now those slim fingers are stuffed into your pussy as you are sitting between his spread legs, leaning back onto him.

“You are so pretty… Archons, my wife is so pretty like this,” as if reading your mind, the man admires the position he put you in. He can easily see over your shoulder how he disappears inside you to the knuckles and reappears all wet and sticky. “Look down for me, princess. Please, look at yourself.”

“But then…mm…I’ll be distracted a-ah-gain…” You try to object, but your husband only smiles, bringing a free hand to your chin, turning your head to look you in the eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” a sweet kiss is pressed against your lips and he purposefully presses on your g-spot to swallow an equally sweet cry of yours. To the Abyss his long fingers!

Once separated, Ayato lets his hand fall to your breast, teasing neglected nipple with a pad of his digit. Your gaze lowers to where his hand has occupied space between your legs and you nearly choke on a gasp. His hand is drenched in your juices.

“Like what you see?” Another tease that makes your heart skip a beat and a little nibble he gives the shell of your ear that leaves you breathless. “Just imagine how nicely it would look with my dick stretching you.”

A skillful flick of his wrist and your lover starts hitting that spongy spot inside you with scaring precision. Realization slips through the thickening fog in your head - all this time he’s been just playing with you.

“A-ayato-!” Your voice cracks when the pulsing in your core intensifies. It doesn’t decrease the speed of your approaching orgasm how he cups your breast and gently tugs on a hardened bud. Thumb returns to your clit permanently, drawing tight circles on a puffy nub, eliciting delicious moans out of your throat.

Your soles dig into the mattress, your back is once again arched and head thrown onto his shoulder; fingers desperately tug onto the material of his domestic robe, creasing it onto his thighs. Trying to anchor yourself in place, you involuntarily rock your rear against his aching cock and Ayato, your publically prim and proper husband, curses. Lewdly.

“Fuck... Y/n, please, just like that- mmm, rub yourself on me, rub on me, rub on me,” he whispers into your ear, breathing heavily, speeding thrusting of his fingers and releasing your chest to wrap an arm around your middle, pressing you into him. “You feel so good, you are so soft- Archons!”

You mewl, overwhelmed, clenching around his digits, practically leaking onto the sheets - he’s been toying with your poor cunt for so long. So it’s no surprise that when he tells you to cum - you do.

Ayato drinks in the sight of your release, he imprints into his memory the images of your throbbing clit, of convulsing clenches of the ring of muscles, tightly wrapped around his still moving fingers, of your heavily rising and falling chest, nipples alluringly erected, of your quivering lips and lidded eyes, eyelashes fluttering like the butterfly’s wings. You are the image of perfection and that’s what a man like Kamisato Ayato always strikes for.

Finally, he stills the movement and carefully, not to abuse your pure nerves even more, takes the fingers out. Resting that soaked palm on your thigh, he reaches his cleaner hand to brush away the stray hairs that stuck to your face, creating a debauched visage of his gorgeous wife. He notices how your eyes follow the ministrations, blown pupils locked on what has started this whole ordeal, and the man can’t help but tease you some more.

“Distracted again?” 

“Mhm…” Guess, not that much, if you manage to answer him. Look, you even try to stretch your bent legs. “You would be too if I had hands as pretty as yours.”

“But yours are pretty,” he reaches to take the one closer to him and bring it to his lips, kissing the inside of the wrist. “I am just better at hiding my distracted state.”

“Oh… So you say…” You bite your lip but still push your body to straighten in your sitting position, to slightly turn. Ayato patiently waits as you get comfortable against his raised knee and thigh, body now half-turned to speak face to face. “You say if I was to stroke your dick just the way you like, your attention wouldn’t stray from the conversation we might have?”

Your husband swallows thickly, yet his shaft twitches. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you though, and with the most saccharine smile, your palm envelopes the prominent bulge under his robe.

“Let’s test it out then~”

[nyctophiliq]

Wanted to know your take on Valo women reacting to fem reader wearing their clothes! Can be nsfw or sfw! Whatever you’re more comfortable with, was hoping for skye, sage, and fade (anyone else if you’d like)! If that’s too many the first too would be appreciated!

✮ ┆ WEARING THEIR CLOTHES. skye, sage, fade, viper, deadlock

based on the request above. CONTENT WARNING.           18+ only, minors dni. SUGGESTIVE/SFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT; female-bodied reader, stealing clothes, suggestive touches/dialogues,  | ~1k words A/N.                   i don’t normally write for skye but writing this might have just made me put her up on the list guys, i love her <3 anyways, hope you guys liked it, and thank you for reading! apologize for the long wait...

SKYE.

hiking with skye was always something to look forward to, even if one or both of you kept tripping over the fallen branches of the trees. you were waiting for kirra on top of a hill, sitting the the cool grass while keeping your bags safe, waiting for her to get back from whatever it was she wanted to check out at the end of the trail. you felt a shiver run through you, and remembered that you didn’t pack an extra sweater for yourself, you peeked into kirra’s bag to take the one she probably had. you just about pulled it over your figure when you heard skye’s bulky boots approaching. she gaped, her eyes widened and lips parted softly in surprise. “look at you all cozy.” she grinned eagerly, sitting down next to you and taking a good look at you in her sweater. “got a little chilly sitting and waiting, sorry.” you murmur as you lay your head on her shoulder, looping your arm with hers. kirra just chuckles contently, her free hand coming up to caress your cheek while placing a kiss on top of your head. “you look like eye candy, we must pick some more out for you back at base.”

SAGE.

even the protocol had to have a bouge, fancy, get together sometimes to keep morale up and at least have the sense of a normal life. with some important papers to hand in tonight, you had to be late for the party and in the middle of all of it, you forgot to pick out what to wear. hoping that sage would have some idea what to put on you ran to her room, but there was no sign of her anywhere. looking down at your watch there wasn’t much else for you to do but grab one of her dress shirts and run to the event. sage only notices that you have taken her shirt when some of the other agents point it out. “you’re late, bao bei.” she hums behind her champagne glass, taking a sip out of it and you don’t miss the way her eyes give a quick look over you before she puts the glass down on the counter, her pearly whites visible even in the dim lights. “paperwork kept me busy.” you sigh, watching her glide along the counter, letting little distance between the two of you, and hiding her face in the crook of your neck. “looks like i will be some overtime on you.”

FADE.

you knew that fade wasn’t too keen on sharing; she wouldn’t even let you take a sip from her morning coffee when you were too lazy to brew your own cup. which prompted her to when she went out to get a cup for herself, she also got one more for you. you just stepped out of the shower, stuck with the dirty shirt you brought with you or to take something from hazal’s wardrobe. you were gonna take your chances with her clothes and once you finally found a suitable shirt you got back into bed. a couple of seconds ago fade came back, a strange look on her face. “watcha looking at?” you ask, not realizing that her weird expression is all about the shirt- she moves one of her hands in front of her face, trying to hide her blush behind the mug. “doesn’t matter, not important.” she mumbles before climbing into bed next to you, offering you a mug which you gladly took. you feel her hand rest on your hip, fingers clutching the hem of the shirt before leaning to kiss your cheek. “you should keep it…” she hums, voice raspy, and you can feel the smile that pulls on her lips.

VIPER.

at first, you were scared to take a piece of clothing from sabine’s closet, firstly because you weren’t sure if she’d be okay with it, and secondly because when you first opened her closet the way it was so neat and organized scared you. the moment when she spots you in one of her shirts or cardigans she can hardly fight the smile tugging on the corner of her lips as she walks up to your side. you’re ready for her to complain when you realize, stammering out excuses of why you were wearing what’s hers and you are surprised how she grabs you by the neck of the clothes and pulls you to be face to face with her. “sabine!” you yelp in surprise. “you look… good enough to eat, darling.” she murmurs, in that smooth voice of hers that has your heart to pick up an extra beat, pushing her chest closer to yours. you roll your eyes a little at her words though, your hands climbing onto her shoulder to get a little space but she doesn’t let go so easily. her lips are running along your jaw, down your neck, a single finger pulling on the neck of the shirt you stole from her, and her teeth sink into your skin. “what am i gonna do with you now, hm?”

DEADLOCK.

that one green shirt that she always wore and loved so much, that was what you eyed yourself in the mirror. you couldn’t help but try it on, you were always curious what she liked so much about this shirt, why she had so many of it and you kind of understood- soft fabric, the nice stitching, and how the temperature felt just right around you. so lost in the technicalities of one shirt, you didn’t notice iselin stepping into the frame behind you. stammering something, you attempt to take the shirt off but the blonde stops you. “no, keep it on.” she hums, settling her around you, letting one finger trace under the fabric of the shirt, running along your tummy before she settles them on your hips, pulling you against herself. her lips brush against your ear, a featherlight kiss behind it before she talks again. “picks up your scent that way, i’d like that.”

[zcorners120]

I love love love your writing, maybe a request about the reader working in finance or business or smthing and just not feeling as beautiful as some of the other models/wags at an event, with Charles comforting her.

thank you so much mwaaaah <3 yesssssssss! i must say i like the concept of a wag being into a job sector like that, i love businessss

charles leclerc x fem!reader

synopsis; req above MASTERLIST

warnings; swearing

Leadership as a woman can be a difficult thing to own and portray without coming across as emotional, a bitch, being too 'Work orientated'. Working at a multi billion dollar business as the head of sales overlooking all of Europe was a hefty title.

Your father, former F1 reporter and journalist ensured you worked your way to success, even when surrounded by F1 drivers worth millions. Becoming an avid fan and sharing the passion with your father, you attended regularly, as a little girl and as the woman you come to be.

How you came about to be the girlfriend of the Charles Leclerc, or should I, (the narrator in your head) rephrase; How Charles Leclerc came about to be the boyfriend of Y/N L/N, featured in Forbes magazine as one of the most successful business women in our modern day, is another story.

Paddock appearances were becoming a more normal occasion for you, you had no excuse to stray away from making WAG friends at this point.

A tap on the shoulder, you turned your head to be met with one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen.

"Hi! You're Y/N right? I'm Lily, Alex's girlfriend!" Her angelic voice spoke, pearly whites shining without a flaw.

Having to slightly swallow due to your embarrassingly dry throat, "Yeah! It's so great to meet you, I was worried I wouldn't be able to find anyone to hang out with."

"Oh my gosh of course, I was so nervous in my first couple appearances but you're a pro already." She spoke, before being called over by a reporter.

"I'll see you later!"

Standing cowardly in your spot, fingers twiddling, you had to snap back into reality. Lily was a wonderful girl, there wasn't a need to be jealous. Girls don't get into competition with one another, especially one sided competition and jealousy.

You felt horrible about it, but couldn't help feel it when you're stood in straight leg jeans, black long sleeved top with a grey hoodie on your arm. It was slightly crushing, looking around to see photographers going wild over the supermodels and genetically blessed WAGs all over the paddock.

But it wasn't a matter of them being at fault here, because they didn't choose how they look, but a matter of yourself. It was self destructing and realising this quality in yourself made you feel isolated.

Verge of a panic attack, you rush to Charles' driver's room praying he wasn't there to see you in this state. Smoothly moving past people and not drawing too much attention to yourself you burst the door open.

"Hey amour, you okay?" Even his voice comforted, and the warm smile that you made you melt.

"Nothing, all good." Putting on a meek smile.

"No, please tell me. Something's off." The tone suddenly serious, desperation twinkling in his eyes.

"It's just that.. It sounds pathetic."

He pulls that look.

"I was looking around the paddock and every girl was just so beautiful, supermodels, journalists, influencers."

"Ba-"

Cutting him off, "I just felt so out of place, their type of thing being gala dinners and extravagant brand trips, mine being sitting in meetings and offices."

"Baby. You have nothing, and I mean literally nothing to be insecure about. Look at yourself, you're need to appreciate yourself like how I'm appreciating you. You are beautiful, sent from Heaven if I may. You're kind, funny, supporting, confident, and you don't take shit from anyone. You are my person, my missing piece."

Cheeks blushing furiously at the praise, pulling him in for a hug. You knew you had nothing to worry about now.

"Look at who's being pathetic and mushy now." He laughs, pulling you in for a kiss.

WRITERS PSAAA; i got so into this lmao, it reminded me of the women empowerment vibe from the new Barbie movie, how we're never against each other, but here to encourage one another.

By these means, it comes across as like hating influencers, models and journalists in this but it's not like that haha, just picked some of the more common roles for women to have in the F1 world.

LOVE U ALL, LOVE URSELVES <3

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Can you do a part 3 of spellbound I would love to see a tommy shelby talks with luscious malfoy at diagon alley and what are his thoughts on dracos dad on talking bad about hermione's parents who are muggles

Hey Anon,

Embarrassed at how long this took as usual please know how sorry I am. I love that you enjoyed this series because I LOVE writing it. Hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: General Peaky themes, Harry gets scared of Tommy at one point sort of,

Harry had always tried to make his parents, all 6 of them, proud. A task he was never really sure he did well. The more he moved through the wizarding world the more he felt an appreciation for his mostly muggle upbringing. The magical world was a wonderful place with possibilities and friends, but it had a dark underbelly that Harry couldn't shake off. 

After the final events of his first year, his family almost didn't want him to return to Hogwarts. It was an odd conflict as both Tommy and Sirius had sided with him insisting he go back. Harry hated the pain in your eyes or the fear that Remus felt for him, but deep down Harry knew that Tommy and Sirius were right, the wizarding world was stirring and he needed to be ready. Big and darker changes were swirling through the air in small little ways that to the untrained eye would have been missed. People called them paranoid, but Harry wasn't sure that the war ever ended for Tommy or Sirius. They wanted him trained and well-studied. 

This year Tommy was going to accompany them to Diagon Alley. Harry hoped it would be to spend more time with him, but he could tell he didn't like you or Harry going anywhere near the magical community without him. Heck, he even came to dinner at The Burrow just to get a feel for the Weasley family before letting Harry stay for a week during the summer. Harry watched Tommy’s face take in all the strange differences that the shops had and wondered what he would think of Hermione. Tommy kept his face straight as he normally did in public. He was outnumbered and completely at a loss without magic, and yet people would move out of his way as if he was a powerful Wizard. 

You gestured towards Flourish and Bolts and Tommy pushed open the door for the two of you. The place was crowded with families and students. You let go of Tommy’s hand saying you would track down Harry’s school books and moved towards the staircase. 

“Going to take ages to get her out of here,” Tommy said with a sigh as he looked around the shop. High vaulted ceilings with endless shelves of books. Tommy hated shopping but Harry knew he would be patient with you. 

“Maybe she’ll find something to keep her mind off me going back.” Harry said absently as his focus moved to the gathering group of women at the back of the shop. 

“I doubt there is a book that entertaining-” His eyes moved toward the group and they decided to move closer. A man with golden hair and pearly white teeth flashed them a salesman's smile. The girls audibly swooned and Harry let out a deep-bellied laugh. Tommy smiled at the sound before the man’s eyes flashed with recognition.

“My God it’s Harry Potter!” The crowd turned to Harry and he felt Tommy’s hand land on his left shoulder. He was immediately uncomfortable but steadied by Tommy’s presence. Mrs. Weasley came forward and grabbed his arm pulling him up towards the man as he called for Harry to join him. Harry’s eyes never left the comfort of Tommy’s face. His face would never reveal it but Harry could see there was a spark of humor in his blue eyes. It was over before Harry knew it, shake of hands and cameras flashing. He got awarded a signed collection of Lockhart's book collection and quickly insisted that Molly keep it. 

“Don’t be ridiculous dear.” She waved him off. 

“Remus already has a set at home I -” Harry pleaded, he really wanted her to have them. They were fancy with gold-lined pages and everything

“It’s true we have a set at home collecting dust, I insist Molly. As a thank you for having Harry this summer.” Tommy flashed her a smile and she accepted the books. 

“No need to thank me, always happy to have your family around Thomas.” She gave him a big smile. Harry wondered if he would ever be able to make people do stuff that easily. “You’ll need your set for school this year!” She said with an excited wink. Harry found Ron’s face and they both resisted the urge to start laughing again. 

Harry and Ron hugged. Tommy gave them a moment but stayed close by examining a stack of clear crystal bookmarks that would read out whatever words you placed it over. 

“It’s true though, he’s this year's defense teacher.” Ron made a retching face and Harry let out another loud laugh. 

“Hope we don't need defensive magic this year then,” Harry said half joking. 

“That’s what I’m here for anyway.” A voice mumbled as bushy brown hair came into view. She gave him a big hug and Harry’s face flushed as Tommy took that moment to look over his shoulder at Harry. He raised his eyebrows before turning back towards the bookmarks. 

“Hi Harry!” Ginny said stepping out from behind Hermione. He wasn’t entirely sure how on how to greet her but gave her a hug as well. Her face turned beet red and she stepped closer to Hermione. He was wondering if he had offended her but Hermione had already moved his attention and started to introduce her parents to them. Harry then pulled Tommy back into the conversation. They shook hands and Harry could tell they felt relieved to meet another muggle parent. 

The three of them started to talk about the rest of the summer they had left out of their letters. Hermione had spent the summer in France and was sad she missed out on the week the boys had at the Burrow. 

Naturally, Harry noticed when the Malfoy family entered the shop. His scar prickled when Malfoy took a step closer to Ginny who was flipping through a book near the entrance.  Harry’s first move was to run in head first but Tommy caught his shoulder and squeezed it telling him to stay put. 

“Ron.” Harry said and nodded towards Ginny. 

“Oi, Ginny!” Ron motioned for her to come back towards the group and she did giving Malfoy a hard stare as she passed by. Just then you had reached the bottom landing of the staircase. Your dress twirled around you as you moved around the bend to the final set of steps. 

Malfoy reached his hand out to you and said something that made your face fall as if he was a stain on a new dress or a fire burning in a meadow. You rejected his hand.

Tommy kept his place with his hand still firmly on Harry’s shoulder. Words were exchanged and Malfoy’s eyes darted to land on Tommy’s. Much like that first night at Hogwarts, they continued to stare at each other till Lucious backed down.  You said something to him and his hand grabbed Draco and they left. 

You came and took your place at Tommy’s side. 

“What did he want?” Ron asked bluntly. 

“Ah, just the usual creepy bad guy stuff.” You said lightly but Harry didn't miss the look that had passed between you and Tommy. 

“Typical,” Ron said rolling his eyes. 

The day carried on without a hitch. Harry watched Tommy navigate the crowd of parents and kids with a cautious eye. Whatever happened there he wanted to know about it but he knew better than to ask in a crowded place.

He hugged his friends good bye knowing they would see eachohter in less than a week. 

Once in the car he started on about it. 

“Look Malfoy is rotten I know he is, anything he said to you could be -” Harry started. 

“What is everyone’s obsession with this bloke?” Tommy said lighting a cigarette. You rolled down your window slightly and sighed. 

“He’d asked me to dinner actually.”  Tommy hit the breaks so hard the only reason harry didn't fly into the windshield is because Tommy had stuck his hand out catching the boy. 

“He did what.” Tommy’s voice had a dark sort of venom in it that Harry had never heard before. He knew Tommy wouldn't hurt him but his body still tensed up with fear. 

“Let’s discuss it at home. Please.” You said with an edge to your tone. Tommy gave you one last look before driving very fast. He tore up the gravel in front of the house and slammed the car door. Harry felt a weird sort of feeling rise up in him. He followed you out of the car and into Tommy’s study. 

Remus wondered in with a piece of toast in one hand and a newspaper in the other. Sirius was close behind. 

“What did you get then!’ He asked excitedly, oblivious to the icy texture of the room. Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“What exactly did he say?” Tommy said his voice still scary. Harry stepped infront of you and you placed a hair on his head paying no attention to the gesture. 

“He asked if I would fancy coming around for dinner sometime.” 

“Who did?” 

“Malfoy.” Tommy almost growled the man’s name. 

“Fuck” Sirius said and he let out a sigh. 

“Means that they are probably recruiting again.” You said softly with sadness in your voice.

“Why on earth would they ask you to join.” Remus said abandoning his toast on the side table beside the couch. 

“They pestered her non-stop in school Remus, you know why they want her to join. He was just letting you know there’s more of this - fucking rubbish to come.” Sirius was just as angry as Tommy now and Harry didn't know why but he hated it. He wanted this to be a fun day with his parents. Guilt hit his stomach at his own thought. With his adoptive parents, he corrected himself. The tone of their voice, and the way they were standing made him feel like he needed to protect you from them. Anger swelled in his stomach and he felt sick with it. 

“Stop.” He said firmly. Sirius started up again and Harry shouted. “STOP. JUST - FUCKING STOP.”  His voice shook and he hated how shaky he felt. The room fell silent and he didn't know what to do so he ran. Up the stairs and into his room. He slammed the door. This stupid war ate up so much of everyone's time and headspace. War had caused so much damage to his family to Tommy to Sirius especially. 

Their anger made him so frustrated but he still couldn't place why. The way Tommy’s voice was in the car towards you, it just made him sick. A knock landed on the door before Tommy’s entered Harry’s space. He wanted to fight him and he still didn't know why. 

Tommy just sat on the end of his bed looking very out of place with his going-out clothes still on. Harry hated being studied so he broke the silence first. 

“It’s not her fault.” His voice picked up. “That - creep - was bothering her. It’s not her fault -” 

“I don’t blame her for anything,” Tommy said carefully his eyes wandering across Harry’s face. 

“Then why did you shout at her like that.” The words were hard for him to get out. Tommy kept looking at him for a long moment. 

“Harry. You know I would never let anything bad happen, that includes myself.” Harry thought about his words for a moment before relaxing slightly.  “I have a temper, but it’s never directed at her. She’s been through enough in this life and I know more than anyone what happens when you shout at her.” Harry moved to sit next to him. 

“What happens” Harry asked and Tommy patted him on the back. 

“Bad stuff. The dining room burnt down twice in one year.” He took a long drag of his cigarette. Harry smiled. 

“Your voice was just so - I haven't heard you speak to us like that before,” Harry said. 

“That prick asked my wife out. How else am I supposed to act? If you weren't in the car I would have gone over there and -” 

“And what?” Harry said wishing Tommy had magical abilities. 

“There are lots of ways to hurt people that don’t involve magic, Harry.” Tommy gave him a serious look. 

“You know he goes on about Hermione and her parents all the time. Calling them all sorts of awful things.” Harry’s stomach twists and he knows that every chance he gets he stands up for her but it never seems like enough. Tommy let out a small laugh taking Harry off guard. 

“I don’t know how this will come to a head, but when it does. I’ll be the one to kill him.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette. “You don’t have to worry about that.” 

Harry could feel you fussing over him the rest of the night. Trying to reassure Harry that Tommy wasn't going to kill anyone and that they will pray for Malfoy’s family that they find the light. That Tommy would never hurt her, she’s used to his temper, and even when it was directed at her that she can handle him perfectly fine. 

Harry took comfort in knowing that it was true. He could also tell that you liked having a husband who would kill someone for asking you out to join their creepy cult. 

Harry was a week into his second year when the news hit. The Daily Prophet was swimming with articles stating new evidence had been uncovered that linked Malfoy to being a Death Eater. He would be going back on trial and has currently lost all connection and ties with the ministry. Other hateful statements about wanting to purify the wizarding world had also come to the surface. The article was written by a woman named Rita and Harry was sure Remus had mentioned her at one point. The article was 3 full pages with images of Malfoy and his wife being rushed out of their estate by ministry officials. 

Harry let out a laugh thinking back to Tommy saying there were lots of ways to hurt someone. 

Of course, it only took another week for the attacks to start happening and the year took its usual chaotic turn.

[justporo]

Twists and turns

A Night of Fake Smiles and Hidden Lies: Chapter 9

Astarion and Tav finally get to their first dance. While Tav feels a little like she's going into battle, the vampire can't stop throwing her for a loop - quite literally.

Author's Note: Oh, it really has been long since I updated this, huh? Don't worry I haven't abandoned this story, but I'm still finding a way to balance the excessive urge to write with everything else - and barely sleeping anymore doesn't seem to be the answer, sadly. Anyways, enjoy this part!

Songs: The Vampire Masquerade - Peter Gundry Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You) Warnings: none

Astarion's and Tav's first waltz: Tchaikovsky - Swan Lake Waltz

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With his signature smirk on his lips and his chin lifted up high, the pale elf, whose skin almost looked pearly in the bright and silver moonlight, grabbed your hand firmly while one of his eyebrows twitched in anticipation. He quickly lifted your hand to his lips and pressed a kiss to it.

“Let’s not waste more time then, my sweet”, Astarion practically purred. Then he swiftly joined his fingers with yours and spun you around under his arm before pulling you to his chest again. You giggled and grinned at your loved one: “I love it when you’re being cheesy.”

“I am being perfectly serious! And now, giddyup!”, the vampire responded and swung your arm by your held hands to push you to get going. You just playfully bumped into the vampire and let yourself be led towards the ballroom again.

Passing by the unstopping stream of servants you made your way back through the few rooms on the bottom floor. When you could already see the ballroom getting into view through the suite of rooms and their widely flung open doors, you heard a voice rising above all other noises at the party. Surely it must have been amplified by some magic then.

“…am eternally grateful for the warm and generous welcome, all you wonderful and lovely Baldurians have presented me with in your beautiful city, that – if I dare say so – has so much wonderful potential!” You could hear the crowd erupting into loud applause and even whoops of cheering – alcohol had very obviously been flowing generously, even in the more civilised parts of the event and loosened up even the stiffest of collars. While the host was speaking the orchestra played softly in the background.

But this then must be the elusive host, addressing all his guests. You looked at Astarion as you dragged on his hand to hurry him up – you were actually very curious to see this mysterious man. At least maybe a little closer than when he had made a short appearance at the top of the gallery.

But Astarion had actually even stopped walking. With furrowed brows he was staring intently at the ground. His lips were slightly parted as he obviously tried to desperately concentrate – or remember something? Absent-mindedly he almost let go of your hand.

“Astarion?”, you asked carefully and felt suddenly worried about the sudden change in his mood. The vampire was usually quite whimsical but something in the way his eyes stared at the ground flicking around while a thousand leagues away made you worried.

Meanwhile, the host continued with his appreciative speech, so very obviously sweet-talking his audience to get into their good graces: “Having meticulously prepared this very evening for months,” (you snorted, as if he personally had moved but a finger) “I am so incredibly happy to have you all here for this grand night and my humble entrance” (you snorted again, now almost ripping Astarion out of his stupor with your attitude) “into the society of Baldur’s Gate!” More cheers and whoops from the audience.

You softly squeezed Astarion’s hand. The vampire’s eyes flicked to yours, almost coming back to you. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath and shook his head softly.

The speech yet wasn’t over: “And now, because I don’t want to keep you too awfully long from your indulgences” – a sultry laughter that was immediately taken up by the enchanted crowd while you could nearly feel yourself having to gag – “how about we get to a big dance, so everybody really gets their blood pumping?”

The crowd erupted, cheered and clapped. You almost felt like you were in your favourite tavern again. For that moment, when the bard of the evening tuned in for the crowd’s favourite song. Definitely not like you were at a high society event right this moment. You heard that the orchestra was beginning to prepare for the announced dance. You heard another voice shortly carry over the rumbling and loud chatter that had broken out about everyone finding their desired dance partner and getting ready to show off. A clear female voice that you realised belonged to the elven singer you had seen before in front of the other musicians declared that the next dance would be a waltz.

You threw Astarion another glance, he seemed to have gotten out of his little fluke.

“Are you alright, my love?”, you asked him silently.

He shook his head once more. “Yes, my sweet, it’s nothing, just a random intrusive thought flashing through my mind.”

You blinked.

“Well, as long as the intrusive thought wasn’t ‘let’s murder everyone at this godsdamned party’ and you intended to act upon it… we’re good?”

Astarion slowly lowered his head as he stared at you.

“My love, for how long have we been together now for you to know me better? I’m not a Bhaalspawn, darling, merely a victim to my own carnal lusts and my desires for you, little siren”, he replied sassily. One of his eyebrows lifted up and he smirked lewdly at you.

But you really had gotten to know him very well and saw the telltale hints that he wasn’t entirely genuine. His old defence mechanism of deflecting something with a sultry comment was something he’d very easily transformed into harmless everyday banter (because he loved to fluster you at every given opportunity). But combined with how stiff his upper lip seemed and how the wrinkle between his eyebrows hadn’t fully flattened again you knew that there was something he wasn’t letting you in on.

But unfortunately, you also knew, that it was an absolutely helpless endeavour to push him about such a topic. Especially since you still were very much in public and Astarion hated nothing more than airing out his dirty laundry to other people – unless maybe it was literal dirty laundry (and maybe lingerie at that). But you made a mental note to come back to it later and try to talk it through with him if he was willing to open up.

For the moment you just gave a defeated sigh at his languid comment and eyebrow wiggle.

Then Astarion obviously remembered what his actual intention had been, and he grabbed your hand again and softly dragged you forward to get to the ballroom again. “Now”, he said teasingly while rushing around people swiftly, “are you finally going to dance with me or not, love?”

“Well, since the perfect opportunity just presented itself, why don’t we actually give it a go instead of just talking about it?”, you replied just as teasingly. You knew that you opened up a challenge to him with your words, but you felt excitement rise up in you already.

Dancing at a ball? In a beautiful dress? With your version of a fairytale prince?

The vision made you kind of want to gag a little because it was so against anything you had been your whole life and stood for. But then again deep down you felt giddy happiness about maybe just experiencing this for once in your life. Just one night of kitsch and cheesiness and a fairytale ending?

Although looking at the way Astarion kept eyeing you, sensing your energy, you were sure the night wouldn’t end with something parents would tell their children at bedtime.

You passed by the buffet, then the pyramid of crystal glasses again, before you were nearly at the ballroom again. Couples were already positioning to start dancing while the dancefloor had spontaneously been expanded to almost envelop the whole room. Leaving almost no bystanders for the coming dance.

In passing you grabbed another glass of champagne from a silver tray and downed it in one go: as much as you were excited, you also could feel yourself getting nervous. The thought of dancing with so many other people being able to watch suddenly making you a little anxious.

Astarion just looked at you with round red eyes in surprise but a soft smile played around his lips as you were already getting rid off the empty glass again.

“I keep being surprised by your drinking habits, love, but then I remember what kind of establishments you used to frequent before we knew each other”, the vampire said while scrunching up his nose a little in disgust at you for having drunk that expensive champagne like a cheap shot.

You shook yourself a little when you felt the fizzy alcohol run down your throat and then deliciously warm you from the inside out. Both of you kept walking towards the dancefloor that was still filling up with more eager couples.

“I keep being surprised by how much of a pretentious prick you are sometimes, darling, and then I remember you used to be one of them”, you countered and waved around to signify you meant all the nobles around.

“Ouch”, the pale elf replied but he did actually grin at your quick and witty comeback. The way he could bicker with you being one of his favourite things about you.

While you approached the other couples you moved your head around as if trying to crack your neck and rolled your shoulders a little. You almost felt like…

“You are not going into battle, love”, Astarion remarked dryly watching your shenanigans.

You stared at him with a bit of a grimace: “With that many people around we might as well be. Also…” – you sighed – “I know you taught me, and you did a wonderful job, but… At home no one was around to judge me, really”, you confessed while you stopped at the very edge of what was seemingly deemed the space for dancing.

“What about the night at the tavern, hm?”

“Do you have an idea how drunk I was?”, you asked him in return. Astarion just scoffed.

“Also, there was magic at play!”, you desperately tried to justify yourself.

Astarion cocked his head at you: “Is my love for you not magical enough for you to forget all your worries and fears, darling?”

You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him unblinkingly – not responding to that nonsense in any kind of way. You turned your gaze towards where the orchestra were readying themselves to play for what was probably the big moment of the evening.

“My sweet, are you seriously telling me that you were – as you have pointed out yourself, just about a few minutes ago, not afraid to take on a literal god but you are afraid to dance around some coiffed poodles and drunken imbeciles now?” Astarion’s voice rose up at least on octave as he talked himself into a fit.

Now you felt called out by him and you didn’t like it. You nervously looked over to him again, but the vampire’s face was scrunched up in a grimace looking at you. His brows were furrowed and the wrinkle between them was very steep indeed. Barely the only thing missing was for him to put his hands on his hips and stomp his foot.

Your mouth pressed into a line as you stared back at him – you felt more nervousness as you noticed everyone getting into position.

“Can we just go and get started please?”, you pleaded with Astarion.

But your vampire kept staring you down. His expression changed slowly, and you could almost see the cunning plan form behind his eyes. His gaze became sultry as yours became alarmed.

“Astarion, whatever you are thinking: NO!”

A grin split the vampire’s face: “Oh what, my love? All I’m going to say is when I am done dancing with you every single person in this room will either want to be you or be with you.” His eyebrow twitched and he licked over his bared teeth while he took a step towards you. His gaze was almost predatory. And the intensity on his wickedly beautiful face in that moment almost took your breath away.

“Ready to take on all that competition then, Astarion?”, you answered weakly in an attempt to get back at him for baffling you. He just knowingly lowered his gaze at you – because he knew. There was no competition as long as he was around.

The conductor of the orchestra very fittingly chose this moment to tap his baton against his music stand. Then he lifted his arms and the room’s anticipation rose to a max. Breaths were held, chins lifted up, feet silently shuffled around.

“Let’s just go, please”, you scream-whispered at Astarion as the room had mostly become silent for a second in heated aspiration. You turned away from him and wanted to finally enter the dancefloor while the music started to rise up. Couples started to slowly turn – some immediately and horrendously arhythmic. Maybe you really didn’t need to worry that much.

You only got about one step in, when you felt a firm grip on your wrist.

“Ah ah ah, we don’t rush, my heart!”, Astarion scolded you and dragged you back as you were seriously getting annoyed at him. “I don’t remember formally inviting you to dance with me.”

“Do you need a three-day notice or what?”, you snapped at him and actually did stomp your foot. But the vampire was not to be ruffled as he made you turn to him again at the edge of the dancefloor.

He smirked at you: “Come on, play along, indulge me. Once in a lifetime opportunity.”

You tapped your foot but the vampire’s gaze and grin didn’t falter. You sighed in desperation and motioned him to go on.

The swelling music was filling the whole room, sending goosebumps all over your skin now. You noticed that it was considerably louder now than it had been when you had arrived. Your brimming anxiety and anticipation probably were amplified by it.

You stared at your partner who in a very theatrical manner now put his heels together, incredibly elegantly bowed and dramatically reached out his hand to you.

“My beautiful darling, Tav, would you be ever so gracious as to honour my humble self with your hand, if only for this dance? And let me twirl you around as if you were the princess that I’ve been wooing for months with my eloquent love letters and could only hope to admire from a distance so far?”, he asked and put on his poshest of accents. He almost sounded as if he was reciting poetry although you heard the humours hints in his voice.

Gods, and for as much as you hated all of this and for as much as it wasn’t who you were: you couldn’t help but giggle giddily in this moment – as your admirer had just propositioned to you, how thrilling!

He had gotten to you, you were now fully ready to play along – if only for shits and giggles.

“Oh my love, Astarion, I would love nothing more but to be spun around in your arms and then afterwards keep dreaming about it forevermore”, you replied and put your hand in his in an overly exaggerated motion.

You desperately had to bite your cheek to not start laughing. Astarion shortly moved your offered hand to his lips to press a kiss to them. You could see that he too was barely containing laughter with the terrible histrionics you’d both put on. The way he bit his lip showing off one of his pronounced canines for a moment.

But then he finally rose up from his elegant bow and swiftly spun you under his arm once before he finally led you upon the dancefloor. He lifted your hand up high in his and confidently walked through all the other couples that seemingly were intimidated by your mere presence alone. No one dared to cross your path as Astarion walked you straight to the middle of the dancefloor.

You saw that quite a lot of pairs of eyes were watching you. Probably from the scene you had caused earlier or because you were fashionably late to the waltz. You tried not to think about it.

Once in the dead centre of the dancefloor, Astarion swung you around to face him, grabbed your other hand to lift it up while the other wandered to the small of your back. You planted your other hand softly on his shoulder just as he had taught you.

“Time for another lesson, love”, Astarion said as his ruby eyes twinkled mischievously at you – one of his white curls had fallen playfully onto his forehead too. You raised your eyebrows at him. “Once you start, never stop dancing!”

And then he finally started dancing with you. He effortlessly led you around the dancefloor at breakneck speed. Your skirt was flying around you as you turned and turned.

You were entirely sure that you were looking at your vampire like a deer being snuck upon in the woods. Your heart was racing as you felt both incredibly excited and very nervous still – the rush of the sheer speed you were waltzing around the room with amplifying both.

Astarion’s eyes were solely on you as he held you close and without showing an ounce of effort elegantly made you sweep across the dancefloor. The many lights sparkled in them, making them look like rubies. You could’ve gotten lost in them.

But keeping up with Astarion, even though he was masterfully leading you in this waltz and his arm was firmly holding you, was still taking a lot of your attention. The two of you had practiced quite a lot. And you had learnt the steps and routines quite quickly, but you had been anxious about making a fool out of yourself.

“You’re thinking too much, my heart”, you heard Astarion say softly – despite the loud orchestral music that only seemed to keep swelling. You blinked at him and almost stumbled right then and there because he had taken you off guard.

You didn’t even dare to reply because you were now awfully aware of your feet and about everything that could go wrong. You gulped and felt how your arms got shaky – even the glass of champagne you had right before this couldn’t help you anymore with this. Anxiously your gaze dropped downward to check if your feet where still correctly doing what they were supposed to.

“Ah ah ah”, the vampire scolded you and with a swift movement he lifted his hand from where it had been on your back to raise up your chin again. “What did I tell you, my sweet, chin up, you’re the second most beautiful person in this room.”

Somehow his teasing brought back some of your cool. “How many times do you want to switch up that compliment, dear?”, you spat back and felt the sudden urge to step on his foot again – why was he always so irritating?

Astarion’s face split into an enormous grin as he kept turning with you in his arms. “As much as needed”, he replied, and you saw how one of his eyebrows twitched. “You look so beautiful when you’re annoyed with me, love.”

Oh, the audacity! Trust Astarion to turn a romantic moment into a godsdamned punchline. You stared him down angrily – meanwhile forgetting to struggle with the dancing.

Astarion’s grin kept growing, now even revealing his fangs. He knew exactly what he had done. And you had to be honest with yourself: you were grateful for it. As always, he had figured out just the right buttons to push.

“I hate you”, you simply threw to him, too stubborn to acknowledge how he had gotten you to loosen up. But a smirk was growing on your face now.

For that remark Astarion quickly moved to make you spin under his arm again. You squealed a little, surprised by the sudden twirl you were forced to take. Then you were right back, pressed firmly against the vampire’s chest. He looked at you with mock disappointment, slightly shaking his head and clicking his tongue. All of course while the dance was still going.

“We don’t lie, my heart”, Astarion said with both eyebrows drawn up and cocking his head a little, his tone teasingly condescending.

“Maybe if you were being nice.”

“Am I not being nice right now? Am I not the perfect paradigm of a courteous, gallant gentleman right this very moment, my darling?”, the vampire drawled sarcastically.

“Paradigm of being full of it, is what you are”, you offered him in return.

And he threw you for another unplanned and uncalled for spin under his arm.

“STOP IT”, you whisper-screamed at your vampire and struggled to not fall while also conveying your anger at him. Astarion just laughed at you. But he quickly went back to just genuinely smiling at you, admiration clear in his eyes.

“Just close your eyes, my heart, enjoy the moment – just let me lead you, you know the steps, love”, he said gingerly after a little while without a note of mocking in it now. You stared at him for a moment longer, asking yourself if he might be meaning to make you fall – but then you followed his suggestion. You trusted him after all – fully.

You only felt unsteady for a short moment. The vampire’s arm around you was holding you securely as you tried to concentrate fully on the sensations surrounding you.

The first thing was probably the music – the way it was filling the room completely and went through your body. You felt how the skirt around you kept flying and how the dancing and the speed of your turns and other couples passing by made for small of gusts of wind.

Your feet now effortlessly found their footing and as you kept swirling around, you felt how the anxiety slowly disappeared. Astarion’s body was so close to yours – reminding you that you had a steady anchor with you, always. You focused on how his hand felt on the small of your back, his other in yours. How the fabric of his fine doublet felt pleasantly under your fingertips.

And joy crept into your heart as you enjoyed being turned around seemingly endlessly in your lover’s arms. Your head fell back, and you felt a smile creep onto your lips. The joy you felt manifesting as some kind of untameable force as you kept feeling the rush of moving at impossible speed. The alcohol you’ve had. The things you’ve experienced. The man holding you.

Just you being here with your soulmate, enjoying this moment.

You opened your eyes then, focusing on nothing really, just letting everything rush by in a blur of colours while you kept focusing on how it felt to be swirled around in Astarion’s arms. Lights flashed by, music was thrumming through your entire body. You were desperately aware of how close you were to the person you loved the most in this world. And you also heard your vampire softly chuckling at you finally just letting loose in the joy of the moment.

It didn’t get any better than this.

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His Strange Addiction (Pt 8)

Cody Rhodes x Fem Wrestler!OC (Milena Reyz)

Desc: Milena goes down memory lane the night before the gender reveal of her & Cody’s baby, Cody injured himself working on the nursery a little bit & takes if like a champ, Milena discusses some insecurities she’s been experiencing with Cody the day of the gender reveal & he just wishes she could see herself the way he does.

Contents: Angst, Fluff, Arguing, Milena serving cunt, Cody being a whore for Milena, Mentions of insecurity, slightly toxic duo, Mentions of pregnancy, Cody getting an injury.

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13 years ago

Cody & Milena became acquainted with each other & that very night was the beginning of everything that went up to their marriage in 2023, Milena used to be into dance before she even got into wrestling in early 2010 meanwhile Cody was thriving in his newly started WWE career, both of them had a mutual best friend which was Seth Rollins. He knew Cody was actively looking for a girlfriend and he also knew Milena was looking for a relationship as well & automatically he knew if he introduced them they would have an interesting relationship dynamic, Cody was in the middle of his Dashing high ego cocky era & Milena was just a hot girl that everyone either wished they could be her or be with her.

January 27th 2010 was the night WWE was holding some random after party after an event in L.A and Seth decided to play wing man & bring Milena along with him to this party, She was already well known famously due to her history with modeling & being best Friends with the y2k it girls such as Paris Hilton, So it wasn’t a surprise to Seth when people tried talking to Mills literally because of her connections, Cody knew who she was, sort of, He would see Seth post random selfies with her over the internet or just come across her iconic selfies.

Milena walked into the random house party & looked around for Seth, in-fact, Seth was in the bathroom with Cody “Okay, Hear me out, I know a girl and I think you might like her.” Seth tried convincing him but Cody had his hands on his hips shaking his head “Seth you know for a fact I don’t like random girls that You even just met at parties” Seth shook his head “She’s one of my friends actually, pretty hot to be honest, Blonde..for now, only issue is that she had a very big and loud mouth, Just trust me.” Cody crossed his arms “show me what she look like.” Seth shook his head “Just trust me on this one bro.” Cody sighed and gave in nodding in agreement.

Meanwhile Milena was in a kitchen grabbing herself a drink and pushed some random guy away when he tried offering a ‘better time’ Seth was walking around the house pushing past people while Cody followed behind him, The house was practically blasting with music made by Usher, LMFAO!, Nicki Minaj, Kesha, every single popular artist during this time. Milena pulled out her flip phone just about to text Seth but he found her immediately “Mills! There you fuckin’ are thought you totally ditched me.” He laughed pulling her into a hug while she smiled “Seth you know I could never turn down a party c’mon now.” She saw Cody & immediately recognized him from WWE and also mainly Seth but didn’t really freak out, she held out her hand smiling “Sorry, must be pretty rude of me to not introduce myself, I’m Milena.” He nodded before giving her a charming and DASHING smile showing off his pearly whites while shaking her hand “No problem, I’m Cody, heard a lot of things about you from Seth.” She smiled tilting her head “As for you as-well.”

From that very moment Cody knew he only wanted her, he liked the way she held herself as a woman, spoke with such confidence as well as had confidence for herself, he liked how she could hander her liquor, sort of, but he also liked how she would run her mouth when needed, Seth may be a dumbass but goddamn does he know how to match make. For weeks Cody & Mills would go out to the Santa Monica pier, he discovered her favorite food was a California Burrito & even found out she was Latina, he was so enthralled with her that he started panicking to Seth before any wwe match. Milena & Cody were inseparable and definitely ‘active’ before even dating.

On multiple occasions Cody & Milena would wake up together either hung over or flat out naked in bed.

Things between them got serious in July 2010 that Milena even lived with him in Georgia, he even trained her on how to wrestle and that’s how she ended up in WWE, She was always by his side, always going to parties together, media events, you name it, they were absolutely in love with each other, on many occasions friends came over and he would show her off like an award & talk about how it’s a privilege to be with Mills. They loved spending every moment of their days with each other, On their first valentines day that’s when Cody realized he would handle the cooking, Milena tried making dinner & almost burnt the condo on fire and later cried in the kitchen in his arms over it “I can’t believe I ruined our first valentines day.” and he would just chuckle and press a kiss on her head.

December 2015 was the end of their relationship, Cody was out on the road for awhile while Milena was the same but the moment they first saw each other they had a deep discussion, Cody didn’t want to hold her back from any success in her life & he definitely didn’t want her to be alone waiting for him to come home some days, so, he put the relationship to an end, Milena put everything into her power to not show any emotion, in-fact she even acted like it was a good idea, But really whenever she was alone especially after moving out of the apartment she cried & sobbed while Cody was doing the same. Eventually Milena had resigned from WWE and went onto AEW so she wouldn’t have to see Cody anymore during her healing process.

At some point he had to distract his mind from her and that’s how his hookups with Bianca started. Seth was supportive of both Cody & Milena & deep down he knew something would bring them back together, if he sat 2024 Seth down with himself from 2010 and told his old self Cody & Milena were expected a baby he would immediately say “I fucking knew it.”

Present Time

July 6th 2024

Milena was 4 months pregnant & getting ready to have her gender reveal with Cody for tomorrow, She sat in their shared room staring at her old photos from years ago she & cody printed out and even looked at their wedding pictures & wiped away whatever tear fell from her face while her thumb stroked past her face in a picture before she set the photo album down and sighed staring at her baby bump smiling a bit but felt sudden fear when she heard a loud thud following with a very obnoxious “BAAABEE?” From the nursery Cody would work on. Milena furrowed her eyebrows and walked into the nursery with a hand planted against her stomach while Cody sat on the ground holding his elbow “I uhm..fell on my elbow. & I think we should probably go to the hospital.” She sighed and helped him get up but still with a smile on her face.

A few hours later they came back home with Cody wearing an arm sling & held her hand with his free one before stopping in front of the front door “I’m so lucky to have you baby.” She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair “I’m so lucky to be your wife.” He smiled and held the door open for her before going inside & calling it a night, By the next day Milena woke up & Rhea was already in the backyard with Seth & Jey setting up for the gender reveal party & She sat up and got out of bed to use the restroom only to see her husband with Brunette hair & let out a light gasp he turned around & smiled “Y’like it? Seth colored it for me earlier.” Milena smiled and ran her hands through his arm “You look amazing baby, how’s your arm?” He sighed and shrugged “Can’t be in the ring for 3 weeks but I should be fine afterwards.” She hummed before walking into the closet and getting changed into one of her summer dresses that Cody got her.

“You excited for today sweetheart?” He called out while she smiled “Of course I am, I’m also excited for the moment where it’s time to push this baby out.” Cody furrowed his brows and went over to her “Why do you say that baby?” She shrugged and just smoothed out her dress “Just- I dunno I just don’t feel like I’m as pretty now as I was years ago, ‘m not as beautiful as I used to be.” Cody’s heart almost broke when she said those things about herself & went over to hold her face “I don’t wanna hear you say that ever again understand? You’re the most drop dead gorgeous woman on this goddamn earth & You look absolutely fucking gorgeous carrying our baby Mills, I don’t wanna hear that kind of talk ever again.” Milena looked up at him and felt her chin quivering a little bit before nodding and flopping her head against his chest & just started crying. He rubbed her back and muttered how beautiful she was, eventually she got herself together and kissed him “You make me feel young all over again.” He smiled and caressed her cheek “Let’s make our way outside baby c’mon.” She nodded in agreement while he guided her downstairs into the backyard where all of their family & friends were.

Absolutely everyone was excited for Baby rhodes, Seth & Rhea had a microphone set up and Seth immediately started talking which had everyone recording and listen “I just wanted to say really quick that uh- I’m basically the reason why you were even created, no i’m joking but, I am the reason why Your parents are having you, Your mother Milena is a goddamn badass first of all, so is your dad Cody I guess” he laughed into the mic & cleared his throat “I don’t really do emotional speeches or anything but, I really do admire the relationship Cody & Milena have, I haven’t seen anyone in love with each other as much as them & honestly if I told myself from 13 years ago that these two would get married and have kids one day, I would believe it, I mean I am the ultimate wingman, seriously, Cody man I’m so happy for you and I will be teaching that child to make their first word “Uncle Seth” but in all seriousness, I’ve watched those two go through extremely rocky moments over the years, seen em’ yell, cry, DEFINITELY make out but I definitely have to be the best wing man in the world because they found each other again, had the worst fights ever and managed to marry each other & now expect a baby, anyways I think that child is for sure gonna be a boy, but then again I could be wrong, Rhea Take it away.”

Milena smiled & held Cody’s arm while Rhea handed out confetti poppers where the color of the confetti revealed the gender, Milena & Cody shared one while Rhea went up “Today I was given the honor to announce the gender of Milena & Cody’s baby but firstly i would like to address that I won a 1000 dollars in a bet on whether Milena would get pregnant or not and i’m about to win a 1000 more by this reveal, I betted another 1000 on whether the baby was a girl or a boy, I wont say which I betted on but all I have to say is Seth give me your wallet.” Everyone laughed and got ready “Alright, on a count of three you guys are gonna pop the confetti & I will announce the gender alright?? 1..2..3!” Everyone popped their confetti poppers as Rhea announced it was a Girl, Cody threw the popper out of Mills hands and picked her up with his non injured arm very excited with this reveal, Jey & Roman jumped around with each other while Seth pulled out multiple 100 dollar bills from his wallet and gave it to Rhea, “We’re having a babygirl!” Cody yelled out before kissing Milena while she laughed, for the rest of the day everyone talked, Shared stories of Mills & Cody & even gave gifts.

Milena sat in the kitchen with Liv & Rhea while Cody & the guys were outside, Mills sat on a stool near the countertop looking out of the window smiling softly as she stared at her husband with complete adoration until Liv snapped her out of her zoned out moment “I’ve never seen a couple so addicted to each other like You & Cody.” She sighed out while Rhea chuckled drinking some orange juice while Milena smiled “Dunno why but him going back to brunette really makes me wann-“ Rhea shoved a cookie in Mills mouth “Don’t even wanna know what was gonna finish that sentence.” Mill smiled innocently before eating the cookie and getting up to go back outside, she smiled at Cody and clasped her hands around his shoulder and neck before pressing her lips against his, he let out a short groan and kissed her back before running his hand through her hair giving it a light tug & pulling away “You feeling okay baby?” She nodded at his question and messed around with his T Shirt “I just really missed your brown hair.” He chuckled and gave her one more kiss before pressing a kiss into her hand and against her wrist. “My love for you is bigger than the universe.”

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For that 40 questions thing, 4, 14, and 40 please?

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

There's nothing I'm nurturing right now in the sense that it would be a serious story I would ever publish. When I have an idea I tend to write it rather quickly so it doesn't drive me totally insane, which just gives me a lot of random scenes thrown together in a giant messy document lol. But there are some things for non-mcyt fandoms and some original work that are kicking around in my head.

But all that being said......I listen to a lot of actual play Dungeons and Dragons podcasts and I'm constantly fitting situations and characters from mcyt into D&D mechanics. So I keep coming back to that idea a lot. I even got pretty far into a loosely connected series of one-shots about a D&D party of hermits that I'll share the summary for.....

Xisuma, the chosen one of the Goddess Craft, is starting to wonder if there really is an epic quest. Because all he seems to be doing is collecting idiots who can destroy monsters as easily as they destroy his patience. That doesn’t mean he loves his party any less. And at least they saved the server from disaster. For now anyway. Until someone lights something on fire....again OR: A series of moments from the very long life of an adventurer and the people he meets along the way 

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

It's less advice, and more the sense that a premise is a plot. And it's just......not.

A plot is a plot. Things need to happen in a story. (This is talking about longer stories, not one-shots or short fics.)

Like, do I love a good soulmates AU? Absolutely! But the idea that someone will have the first words their soulmate says to them written on their body is not a series of events that makes me want to keep reading to discover what happens next. Who are the soulmates? What are they doing? How does this condition affect them and their lives? Why does that matter? What happens in the story?

Another example of this, for anyone familiar with the Sarah J Mass books/universe, is the first Crescent City book "House of Earth and Blood". The premise is bringing this big interconnected fantasy universe into a modern urban setting, and that's a great fun premise! But the plot is a murder mystery. The actual thing the characters do for 800 freaking pages is solve a murder. 'Woman tries to solve her best friend's murder with a bad boy cop' is the plot of that novel.

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

So I'm going to take this as an open ended ask for an alternative ending of any of my fics, but if you meant it differently, please let me know!

And y'all KNOW I am a staunch believer in talking about feelings.

But...... for funsies here is an alternate ending that diverges at chapter 12 of my gemtho fic We Were Shy where Pearl and BDubs are a little more proactive, inspired by the joke at the time that Gem was the boss of Decked Out level 4 and she would just be released into the dungeon to kill Etho.

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Pearl's POV:

Pearl was waiting for Tango in the control room.

“Pearly pop? Why aren’t you running the dungeon?” He looked between her and the empty dungeon.

“Tango. We need your help.”

“We?”

“Yeah. We.” BDubs said. Pearl laughed at the extremely high pitched noise Tango made when he finally noticed BDubs standing behind him in the shadow of the door.  Pearl appreciated that she wasn’t the only one who could be a little sneaky when she wanted to be.

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<You whispered to GeminiTay> gem want to kill Etho in the dungeon?

<GeminiTay whispered to you>  YES

<You whispered to GeminiTay>  no follow up questions?

<GeminiTay whispered to you> TIME AND PLACE

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On one monitor, Pearl, Tango, and BDubs watched Etho climb into the minecart to start a Decked Out run that he had no indication would be out of the ordinary. On another, they watched Gem crouched and hiding on level 2, her hand twitching on the hilt of her diamond sword as she prepared to hunt Etho through the dungeon. Or at least, that's what Pearl had told her she would be doing.

They let Etho get most of the way through level 1, waiting until he commented on how strange it was that he hadn't seen any Ravager yet, before Pearl cleared her throat before she leaned into the microphone in Tango's control room.

“Attention Etho and Gem. Yes Etho, Gem is in the dungeon with you. Tango’s gonna, yup, stop any more cards from playing. Now Etho, you should know that Gem has a massive crush on you.”

“And Gem,” Bdubs poked his head close to the mic. “Etho has a crush on you. Super big crush. Embarrassingly really how big.”

Pearl giggled as Bdubs shot her a smile and stepped away from the mic.

“Now. You two can continue to avoid each other, or kill each other, or whatever it is you two do. That much I don’t really care. But figure it out.”

She smirked in spite of herself. Then she bowed out of the way for Tango to step up.

“And Etho, before you find a loophole, you both respawn at the bed in the top of the dungeon, I’ve removed all your gear from the chests, and the doors won’t open until two different players step on two different pressure plates in front of it. I’m sure you can find a way to sneak out, but not before Gem finds you.”

“And if you want to have fun we’re turning the cameras off!” Bdubs jumped up to add as a final comment.

“Bdubs don’t you dare-" echoed from Etho through the speakers before Tango flicked the lever to kill the video and audio feeds.

“You think it will work?” He asked, turning to Pearl.

“Honestly? I don’t know.”

“What if they crawl out of the dungeon walls? Bdubs suddenly asked. “I mean some of the crypts are just ice. Etho could absolutely punch through that rather than talk about his feelings.”

“You think he’d rather punch through a wall with his bear hands than get laid?” Pearl couldn’t fathom wanting to avoid a conversation that badly. Especially when they already did the hard part for them.

Tango shrugged. “He’s Etho. He might try.”

Then Tango giggled, the little laugh multiplying until his shoulders were shaking and he was whipping tears away from his eyes.  

“You okay man?” Bdubs finally asked, looking to Pearl for an explanation she clearly didn’t have.

“If they get out they have to escape level 5!” Tango wheezed.

“There’s another level?” Pearl nearly sputtered out. If the fucking door in level four led to a secret extra level she was going to lose her mind.

“No the redstone!” Tango finally said, gesturing widely around him with a spin. “Even if they get out of eh dungeon they don’t have elytra. They’d have to walk out of the redstone spaghetti. And I’m laughing imagining Gem chasing Etho through it.” Tango finally explained giddy smile on his face.

“I’m going to ping the rest of the hermits that the dungeon is closed.” Pearl said, opening the door to the control room and leading everyone out into the hall.

“Another question Tango,” Bdubs said, eyeing the door. “Do you have a washing machine in the dungeon?”

“Downstairs. I do actually live here you know.” Tango rolled his eyes at Bdubs. “But why.”

“Just maybe wash the sheets in the bed before anyone else runs. Just…”

Pearl watched Tango’s expression warp from confusion to realization to horror to embarrassment. “Yes. Yup. On the list. Good idea.”

<PearlescentMoon> dungeon’s closed for maintenance

<Cubfab135> :(

<GoodTimeWithScar>TANGO! Go fix your dungeon!

<Tango> like pearl said. CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. DO NOT DISTURB.

<Etho> dungeon set to do not disturb mode

They all looked at Etho’s message at the same time as they stood on the bridge leading away from the Citadel.

“So do we think that’s a good thing?” Bdubs finally asked.

<GeminiTay> STRICTLY ENFORCED

Pearl raised an eyebrow at Gem's message.

“Maybe?”

[boriqidi]

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plz write somethin about the first time harry says i love you to reader

Harry Confesses His Love to You for the First Time /blurb/

AN: i don't remember how long i've had this in my inbox and drafts for but i finally got around to finishing it. i really hope you enjoy it and FEEDBACK would be appreciated.

This story contains: mostly fluff, mentions of sex (love making)

{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - any harry era }

word count: 889

After falling asleep in Harry's arms during a movie, he carries you to bed and that's where he finally expresses his love to you, in words and actions.

Harry had been wanting to tell you that he loved you for weeks now but hasn't found the right time to do so. In all of his previous relationships, he's never felt what he considers to be love for the other person so early on in the relationship. You've only been dating for three months but there is no doubt in Harry's mind that he's in love with you. He just hopes you feel the same way towards him.

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Tonight for your three month anniversary, Harry cooked you a lovely dinner at his home. He's an excellent cook if you do say so. After eating the veggie pasta he cooked, you both migrated to Harry's cozy living room where you snuggled up close and turned on a rom com movie.

Towards the end of the film, you just couldn't keep your eyes open any more. You tried to stay focused on the large tv screen but your body failed you and with your head resting in the crook of Harry's arm, him spooning you from behind, your eyes slowly closed and you fell into a nice slumber.

It took a few minutes for Harry to realize you'd fallen asleep and when he did, his heart swelled in his chest. You looked so peaceful and relaxed pressed against his large body. He hooks his top arm over your waist and gently laid his hand on your clothed tummy as he continued to watch the movie in front of the couch.

Twenty minutes later the movie finishes and now Harry has to decide how he wants to get you to his room. He thinks it would be easier to wake you from your sleep and have you walk but he doesn't really want to wake you. So he finally decides to slowly raise up on the sofa after pressing the off button on the tv remote, keeping your body pressed to his.

When his feet are on the floor, Harry carefully situates his arms so that he can place you in a cradling position and carry you to his bedroom. You make little grunting noises but surprisingly remain sleeping with your head against his shoulder.

Finally Harry makes it to his room successfully with you sleeping in his hold. It's only when he peels the duvet back and places you on the left side of the bed that you arouse from your sleep. Instantly, Harry is leaning down to kiss your forehead and quietly shushes you, "Shhh, it's alright m'love. Gonna give you cuddles in just a minute."

He tucks your body in with his covers and the smell attached to them lull you back to sleep. His smell just brings you so much comfort. Harry walks to his bathroom for a wee before sleep and to brush his pearly whites. Then once he turns all the lights out, Harry slips in the comforter with you and scoots over so that you're facing each other on your sides.

Just as Harry's eyes began to shut, he hears you whisper, "Thank you for carrying me to bed. That was so nice of you." You've somehow ended up in that half awake - half asleep state of mind and thought to express your appreciation for your loving boyfriend.

In this moment Harry doesn't know what comes over him. Just a mix of all the events that took place today; from how perfect the date night went, to you falling asleep in his arms during the movie. Harry scoots just an inch closer to your body and quietly mutters, "I love you."

Those three words have your entire brain wide awake and your eyes that were lazily shut come flying open. Though the lights are all out, the street lights outside cast a low glow into the bedroom, allowing you to see Harry's face. His face is full of nerves and you can tell he's scared of what your response is going to be.

Leaning forward to tightly wrap your arms and legs around his body, you reply happily, "I love you too, Harry. So much." When you tilt your head up, Harry tilts his head down and without any thought, you crash your lips together in a passionate kiss. He places his one arm under your side to wrap around your back in that direction and his top arm is slung over your hip, just barely pulling you in closer.

One thing leads to another and your very heated kiss turns into much more than just a kiss. Both your clothes get discarded and thrown on the floor and before you know it, Harry is helping you lay flat on your back as he rolls on top of your smaller body and starts making passionate love to you. The best way to show you his love after just having admitted it for the first time.

The sex is messy and heated with rough kisses and your sweaty bodies make the sheets cling to your skin but neither of you care. All you care about is making sure every inch of your skin is touching one another, which it is.

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By the times the love making ends, you're both so tired that you pass out naked, holding each others bodies, and subconsciously remind yourselves that you'll be needing a very long shower in the morning.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: This fic is for @daegall's 1k event, so enjoy a little oneshot with Hyuck ♡ I had fun writing for this event, Sunnyyy! Also, thank you @sungbeam for your suggestions to make this fic better, i appreciate it a lot ♡

The beginning of an end

Genre: best friends-to-lovers!au, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck × reader

Warnings: one curse word

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You were comfortably seated on your bed, cuddling a fluffy pillow to your chest while binge watching the newest season of Stranger Things. You were scared, to say the least, mentally digging for a magic spell to bring someone next to you to ease your fear. Right when you were about to calm yourself a little, a loud thud on your window startled you, freezing you in your place. A second one came not long after, and you swore your whole neighbourhood heard you scream when a hand pressed against the cold glass. You grabbed the most dangerous object you found then: the tv remote, prepared to throw it if things took the wrong route. 

However, a very familiar laugh made you frown, eyebrows brought together in an angry furrow. A few seconds after, a gray, platinum-colored head appeared in the window, the boy's giggles even louder than before. Honey skin on full display, adorned with sweet, brown dots, accompanied by the pearly white of his teeth, and the view was enough to have your heart jolting in joy and excitement. But you didn't plan on giving up so easily with the desire for revenge eating your gut.

"Hyuck, you almost killed me! What the fuck's wrong with you?" You screamed at your best friend, trying hard to keep yourself steady while he engulfed your body in a bear hug. 

"Oh, don't tell me you got scared! Actually, that's what you deserve." He threw a smirk at you, your eyes widening at his words. 

"What's that supposed to mean? Mind elaborating?" 

"You were watching Stranger Things all alone, complaining about getting scared, while I was on my couch, waiting for you to call me. Tsk tsk." 

Being so close to him brought a crimson red blush to your cheeks, painting them in the color of a pure, unrequited love. Thus, you couldn't bring yourself to confess to him. You knew Hyuck since you were babies, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. His friendship was more than enough, or so you wanted to believe. 

"Just… think about using the door next time." You grumbled, hugging him after all the teasing you two bore. He jokingly ruffled your hair, before occupying your bed like it was his own. 

"I'm hungry. Let's cook something." His soft voice resonated again, the proposal making you squirm in happiness. You loved cooking, especially when it came to cooking with your best friend. 

"Pancakes for the win. The last one to get to the kitchen is a loser." You winked at him and, with this being said, you made your way to the kitchen, running for your life. 

Haechan sulked at your childish behavior, complaining about how you made him get up from the bed right after he finished settling up, but also about how you started before he could even move—cheater. Yet he couldn't say no to his lovely bestie; furthermore, he was the one proposing the cooking part. Still, his lazy antics didn't hesitate to show, body leaning against the kitchen counter while you were already mixing some ingredients. And he stared, and stared, until your patience consumed completely.

"Aren't you gonna help?" you asked, irritated. 

"No, I'm good." 

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it right in his face, making him gasp in shock and disbelief. After seeing his white, flour coated face, you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the bright sound cheering up the whole kitchen. 

"Actually, that's what you deserve," you spat through the chortling, mocking his words. 

"Is this how we're playing? Okay, Y/N. Watch your back." 

You couldn't stop laughing, but he had his evil plans to stop you. Haechan crossed his arms to his chest, his pink lips forming a pout, followed by the moody silence he was trying hard to maintain. He pretended to leave the kitchen, but then the unexpected happened. The white dust hit your face too, and your smiley expression was crushed, in exchange for a flabbergasted one, your eyes now piercing through his soul. He was the one giggling now, index finger pointing at the defeat on your face. 

"No more need for pancakes, you are the pancake." 

You tried hiding your smile at his stupid attempt to joke, wiping the excess of flour on your face with your hand, blowing it in his direction. "We are the pancakes, Hyuckie." 

He approached you, the tension between the two of you growing fastly. He loved the way your lips curled when pronouncing his name, the diminutive triggering the well hidden butterflies in his chest. Your friendship was like a flower, constantly needing loyalty and trust to stay alive. And you wished the flower of your friendship never died… but when you had him so close to your face, it was getting hard not to break the pure bond between the two of you with a kiss. 

And he seemed to think about the same thing, but unlike you, he didn't care anymore. 

He put his hand on your waist, carefully pulling you closer to him, heart to heart. His lips touched yours slowly, and you could already feel a new flower blooming between the two of us, the flower of love. Shyly circling his neck with your hands, you kissed him back, full of admiration and unspoken feelings. He left a final kiss on your nose, before leaning his forehead on yours, his shiny orbs gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen. 

"Let's not screw up our friendship, Hyuck…" you whispered, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

"We won't screw it up, darling. We'll just turn it into something more beautiful and meaningful. I like you a lot," he smiled, hugging you softly. 

You blushed once again, his words making your heart jump in your chest, surrounded by the delightful feeling of warmth, his hug making you happier than ever. No one could ever understand you the way he did, and having him as your boyfriend as well made your wish come true completely.

"I like you too, Hyuckie. I can fairly say that I'm in love with you." 

Your lips touched once again, the sweet scent of love blooming in the kitchen, ingredients long forgotten. If someone would have told you years ago that you will end up with your best friend, you would have laughed in their face for ages; but now, you wouldn't want it any other way. And here you were, living your best life with your once—best friend by your side. 

[pearlywritings]

Alive

synopsis: the fall of your homeland is a catastrophe as it is, however, it's not only the home you and your husband lost. It's just a miracle you didn't lose each other.

prompt: 21

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Pierro x fem!reader

tw: angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship, pre-Fatui Pierro (he is more open and emotional), topic of pregnancy and children, a couple of my personal headcannons about Khaenri'ah and how the curse affects the body. [...] - is used in places where Pierro and reader use their real names.

word count: 1.3k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 1 more requests to write. Also this fic is from the same AU my other fic is - Behind the wall of falling snow we love. You can check it if you'd like some more

Bright Sumeru sun is blinding and the evergreen forests are dizzying when you look long enough. And yet [...] forces his eyes to take in the life itself blooming in front of him, tired gaze mindlessly following the movement of a red butterfly, flying by. Red. Red, red, red, r e d╴

Khaenri’ahn stars hide behind the eyelids, fingers clenching in a fist unconsciously. So much blood, everything is dirtied by the curse. To this very second he can hardly endure it - two months later and it still haunts him as if he’s back there, at the beginning of the end. Screams, cries, loud screeching of machines, rumbling of collapsing buildings and deafening booming of explosions… It’s hard to forget, he believes he never will. There is blood on his hands yet he hasn’t killed anyone. He only tried to save, but he managed to save only one╴

The one he can’t imagine his life without.

The one the healer is examining behind his turned back. This old man was tolerable, he kept his mouth shut about two refugees from the fallen nation hiding here, above the surface and under the sun. The two previous ones had to go.

“Your wife’s condition is better,” the silver-haired man shivers, torn from his thoughts and finally lets go of the blindfold, dimming the natural light inside this small house you had luck buying. Your love for wearing jewelry and the rules that dictated adorning his mage’s robes in those helped you both survive so far.

“Be more specific,” he demands, returning to the bed, gaze immediately on your body, resting under the covers. Your eyes, equally as mysterious, momentarily dart from the healer to your husband. Before you could even lift a hand resting atop the duvet, he already leans in and slides his palm under yours, squeezing.

“The healing process is complete,” you see the way his breath shakes when your beloved exhales in relief. Fingers flex around yours in a comforting gesture. “I can’t get rid of this curse mark, but I succeeded in eliminating the harm it caused to her internal organs. But,” the wise man looks at you, no longer talking to the man at your side and his gaze turns sorrowful. Your heart stops in fear, knowing what he is about to confirm. “As I said before - I am afraid you won’t have children again. Ever. From what is known of the medicine right now - the closeness of your reproductive organs to the fetus most likely made them more exposed to the damage. On the bright side, I estimate that this factor won’t stop you from continuing living your life. I am still not sure how exactly this ‘disease’ got into your body, however from my observations over you I can state with all confidence - it’s a miracle you stayed alive, dear.”

It’s a miracle you stayed alive.

Big hand squeezes around yours. He doesn’t know yet, that the two of you were cursed with immortality, he doesn’t know yet, that sooner or later even the damage of the severely cursed part of your body would’ve naturally healed either way (not completely, but still). All he knows right now is that there was a possibility of him losing you.

When the healer leaves your humble abode - this one deserves to live - you ask your lover to help you sit, which he does and immediately takes a seat on the edge of your simple bed (it groans a little under his burly mass, but you both ignore it). He still hasn't let go of your hand.

A few moments are spent in silence. You are deep in your own unease, while he is wrecking his head over the way to start the conversation. Gently. He doesn’t want to bring those memories back - how the curse targeted the weakest spot in your body - your womb, how he had to save you, to make a life-changing decision of ridding your body off what was slowly killing you - your own unborn child... How he used his best knowledge in healing magic to keep you stable and get you out of the falling land. Everything else is a blur. But everything else doesn’t matter.

All that matters is that you are alive.

“My heart,” he starts slowly, but these two words are enough to gather your attention, “I am relieved to know you are alright. Forgive me my selfish desires, but I can’t fathom a thought of losing you, of spending the rest of my life without you. I ask a lot from you, but, please,” he covers the hand he is already holding with his other one, “I know it’s hard, but I beg you not to forget the happy days we spent together, the love we share,” your gaze falls to the wedding bracelets clasped around your wrists and your heart clenches when you hear desperation in his voice, “and above all, do not let go of your desire to live… For any reason, understood?”

“If you tell me this one more time, I will let go.”

Your abrupt response surprises you. You didn’t mean to lash out, but suddenly it just happened. Is it the brewing pain in your heart? The dull ache and emptiness in your stomach? The settling understanding of the loss and that life will never be the same? You don’t know. You feel too much.

He is taken aback and you notice. Eyes widen and anxiety settles in your heart - have you pushed him away?

"You know you are not guilty, [...]?" Your husband reaches to cup your cheek. You hopelessly cling to it with your free one, leaning into the warm palm, closing your eyes. "At that time nothing else could've been done."

"But if I was stronger, if my body was stronger-"

"But we were not, my heart. It's a cruel reality, but every time I see you I am so glad you were spared. Even if it happened like that."

He knows his words are cruel and he says them to your face now, raw and hurting, but that is the only truth he has. And he is not going to lie to the woman he vowed to treasure.

"Sorry for being rude, I didn’t mean it,” you swallow the lump in your throat, and the man beside you reassuringly caresses your cheek. He understands. “And sorry we have to have this conversation… I am not the only one hurt after all.”

"I am not mad, [...]. And you are the one who’s been hurt the most, so we will return to this topic as many times as you need. I will remind you that none of it is your fault,” his promise is soft and you make yourself believe it. He climbs next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist - gently, almost feather-lightly, - and brings you closer to his chest.

"I just really wish it wasn't our one and only chance to have a family," you snuggle into him, diving into the warmth of his body. "You don't hate me for it, right?"

"Of course I do not. There will never be a thing I'll hate you for."

"Thank you…"

"No, thank you for being alive."

He can feel your lips pulling in a small smile against his chest. He is aware that so little time is not enough to numb the mind and heart to the memories and that this pain is hard to heal - he is sure it never completely will, and even though he is pushing his own despair to the back of his head, he fully shares your hurt. He keeps reminding himself, that you got to stay alive and you are right here, he can see, touch, hold, love you…

And even in the frozen lands of your soon-to-be-destination he’ll continue doing so.

[hornime]

Pls ignore the other request like this one I forgot to specify😭

Sorry for sending this again I forgot to add a couple details!! Can I request sub Suna with a female reader and the prompts edging + toys?

Thank you and sorry about that!! <3

FIVE MORE MINUTES | SUNA RINTAROU X F!READER

part of my a whole lotta lewd event! [ details | masterlist | CLOSED ]

warnings: 18+, sub!suna, f!reader, toys (butt plug and vibrator), edging, begging, dacryphilia

a/n: IT’S NO PROBLEM BABE, DW ABOUT IT!!!! and your request is just,,,, so hot. was literally nutting while writing this. 

the low buzz of the egg vibrator that's resting at the bottom of suna's shaft has long since faded into white noise. so has the sound of the vibrating plug that's been nestled into his cute ass, the silicone end of it just barely peeking out of his tight hole.

suna's resting against the headboard with his chest heaving, sweat beading along his abs as you continually make him chase a release that you both know isn't coming anytime soon. 

his hands are clasped behind his back, wrists tied together with a silk tie to ensure that he doesn't touch himself. his legs are bent at the knee and spread, giving you a perfect view of his dripping cock and twitching ass as you sit before him, a controller in each hand.

you fiddle with the knob on one of them and he whimpers, voice hoarse with being used so much but loud all the same.

"god i—i can't fucking—baby i can't do this anymore, please, i can't, ah fuck—"

"five more minutes," you insist, shifting your weight on your knees to relieve some of the ache in your clit.

you drop the remotes onto the bed in front of you and reach a hand forward, letting your palm roll over his leaking tip, so flushed that it looks painful.

suna recoils immediately, desperately trying to shrink away from your touch as you rotate your wrist, making sure to run a finger along his sensitive slit. he jerks, arms straining hard against the restraints, and throws his head back as you wrap your fingers around him.

"i need to cum, fuck ple-ease—"

his voice cracks and you look up at his face, surprised to see pearly tears streaming down his pink cheeks. he's gnawing at his lip, giving you pleading eyes that'd break anyone—his green irises are diluted with unshed tears, his watery gaze praying that you'll give him permission to cum.

"not yet."you blindly reach for a controller and push a button—it's the plug's—and he wails, blabbering mindless nonsense as the toy massages his prostate.

"oh god," he cries, body shaking. "it's too much—fuck, it's too much—i can't take it anymore."

he inhales sharply as your hand begins moving up and down his cock. 

"i gotta cum, please—baby, fuck, please lemme cum, i gotta cum, i gotta cum so bad—"

you quiet him with a kiss, one that he desperately moans into. he whines when you pull away, but he quickly forgets about it as you mess with the other remote. 

the vibrations along his cock get stronger and he shudders, singing out high-pitched mewls. 

"no more," he begs, voice fragile. "no more, no more, i have to cum, i need to cum, fuck, i need it, baby—please please, i fucking need it, i need it so bad—"

"you can take it," you purr, pressing the vibrator more directly against his shaft. he sobs, struggling uselessly, the muscles flexing uncontrollably as his hips jump. 

"h-how much longer? i can't—i gotta—"

you smile sadistically, fully aware that five minutes have passed.

"five more minutes."

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[yanderenightmare]

I challenge you to write Bakugou with a op-quirked oc! like, last year in ua and this badass transfers. is he intimidated, is he angry, is he hyped? how hard does he fall for her?

BAKUGO KATSUKI

TW: this is d i f f e r e n t but no warnings I don't think

ARMAGEDDON

Third year sports festival, and they were letting the fucking transfer student compete?!

Don't get him wrong.

He wasn’t undermining or underestimating her abilities. Even with the two whole years more practice they had on her, she could still easily hold her own.

There was no denying the fact that she was a goddess on the field.

A warrior. 

A valkyrie.

It was much the reason why he watched her like a stalker, slightly intimidated with what he saw, but with good fucking reason. 

Though, there are plenty people that threaten his position as number one, and he wasn't exactly walking about dropping to his knees for Todoroki and Deku.

So, it was more the drop-dead fuck-all up-yours attitude accompanying her sheer skill that made him fall so stupidly and hopelessly in love with the little angle-winged hero-to-be. 

The first time she hovered into the classroom, coat of pearly white shining wings waving in the air behind her, defying all laws of gravity, all formulas of physics, she looked godsend. 

And by that he meant flashy, destined to a public favorite, a mascot, a real nice poster-hero. Not exactly a threat, not exactly worth his time.

Safe to say he wasn't impressed, but then again... he hadn't seen anything yet.

Midoriya, the fucking nerd, was just as excited as the rest of the class at the welcome of a new classmate.

However, they’d all come to realize real soon that the seemingly heavenly creature was as demonic as she looked angelic. 

At once as Deku’s bright gleaming freckle-face walked up to her to welcome her and wish her good luck in the Hero-course, droning on about how it couldn’t have been easy getting a scholarship with it already being more than halfway into their second year, she yawed, stretched her wings out behind her, let them blind him with their supersonic skylight, a brow cocked as she narrowed her gaze in something that could only be called disgust.

“Listen here, Snotball, don’t bullshit me. I’m ain’t come here for your public-pleasing fake smile. Go polish your skills instead of sucking my dick...”

Everyone went silent. Deku completely facepalmed, flaking where he stood, it was pitiful, almost made him feel sorry for him.

“Or at the very least, let me get comfortable first.” 

The ash-blonde couldn’t help but crack a smile and let a bubble burst inside him, a curt chuckle rising despite how he tried suppressing it. 

This girl had spunk, he appreciated not being the only one who could get a bit colorful with his language. 

Not only that, but the very same day she even beat Deku. And it pains Bakugo to admit it, but the nerd had gotten really good over the last couple years, with a shit ton of guidance of course, but it was no denying he didn’t have insane powers, and then to watch him be flung into a wall by none other than a newbie… it was inspired, transcendent, fucking phenomenal. 

“Thought I was all bark and no bite, huh? Didn’t you, Broccolihead? Better judge me correctly next time and not pussyfoot around with childsplay.” 

She wasn’t fucking around, she was here to kill… and Bakugo was fucking thrilled. Finally someone passionate, finally someone vurbal, and vulgar, finally someone who saw through to the rotton core of what Deku really was. Fuck, he swore he could fall in love with her…

And then he did… hard… like an angel from high-heaven all the way down to the very bottom pits of hell. Spending the entire summer pondering the fact, stopping in wonder at the fact, dissecting it, analyzing it, trying to digest whatever swarm of butterflies kept fluttering rabidly inside his gut because of it.

And then their third-year began, the Sports-festival not too long after, an event he was usually so unbelievably livid with glee for...

But now… he couldn’t help but dread it. 

Because weighing her skills and his own. He couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that she and him would probably have to face off at some point climbing to the top, and though he wanted to win as badly as every year, he was afraid that his wish to not hurt her outweighed his lust for victory.

And what more, what was even harder to admit… he wasn’t sure if he at all could beat her even if he tried.

.

And then his speculations came to fruition. They’d clawed their way to the top, killing off the competition one by one. 

“Listen up, candy-cane, better not let those daddy-issues get in my way of having a clear victory. Come at me with everything you got!” 

She’d just stepped off the field, having defeated Shoto. In the blaze of his flames and frostbite of his ice, she stood victoriously, crowd cheering, chanting, stupid victory-grin stretched on her face as she basked in the glory.

Next up was him and Deku, ending in broccoli-head’s defeat, but Bakugou couldn't really savor the victory much more than feel the treacherous inkling of regret fester inside him.

Because...

If he’d let Deku win, he wouldn't have to fight her now.

.

“Looks like it’s you against me next, poprocks!” She flashed a shit-eating open-mouthed smirk his way, eyes sparkling dangerously, wings spread out behind her. “Fitting, isn't it? Your hellfire and my angel wings! It’s bound to be a show, we’ll have them at the edge of their seats!”

With the height of her wings she was twice as tall as him. “Look, I don’t wanna hurt you, shortie.”

She scoffed and threw her head back in a laugh, still riding the wave of adrenaline she’d gotten from fighting Todoroki. “Gloating before our match even begins?” She quipped, eyebrows thrown up and eyes so very blindingly daringly bright. “How very Bakugo of you.”

“Listen-” He started, but she cut him off with a battle-glint lighting up her face.

“No, you listen. Your fire may have everyone shitting themselves, but my wings are not easily tamed, and will sweep you and your explosions right off the field.” She pointed at him with the tip of her wing, tickling his chin with the longest feather. “There’s a reason demons fear angels, you know?” She grinned. “So, pick a god and pray to it, Bakugo, ‘cause I’mma bring on Armegeddon before I lose to you-”

“I like you.”

It was kind of like ripping off a band-aid. The brace, the expectations of ripping out hair. Waiting to see if he’d bleed or not.

He’d never liked anyone. Whether it be friends or something more. He’d like when people liked him. Where like meant admire or envy. And he guessed to some extent he might have liked them in return. Where liked meant appreciated. He obviously didn't like being alone. No point in being the best if he has no one to tell him he’s the best, no way to prove he is the best, no one to prove it to, no geeky nerd screaming in his corner and no idol he needs to beat.

Everything felt reversed. Upside-down.

But not necessarily wrong.

Like he was the nerd, the extra, and she the main character.

“What’re you…” She stopped, voice light and fading out into nothing. 

Her brows furrowed, eyes hardening as she glared at him, wings ruffling behind her, frayed like static. 

“You’re trying to throw me off my game.” Voice devoid of all playfulness, just strictly accusing, serious, cold.

She scoffed, cracking her knuckles, still eyeing him, not letting him rest under her scrutiny.

“I didn’t peg you for one to wage psychological wars.” She judged.

Her accusation had him thrown back. “That’s not-” He protested, large scathed hands finding themselves reaching out towards her to defend himself. 

“Keep your sweaty hands to yourself, Baku-bitch.” It was like an attack. A threat like a snarling gnarling growling barking animal, eyes narrowed, slitted, dark tear ducts making her eyes look so sharp, bladed like daggers. “I’m looking forward to crushing you.” A gust of wind hit him like a storm’s breath as she turned, wings acting like a fan, sweeping the dust and leaving him there to himself.

.

Her expression hadn't changed come battle, it seemed somewhat more sunken now, to the point he couldn't quite remember what her face looked like normally, couldn't shake the eerie hostility her whole being flashed at him, as though she had no other goals but to murder him.

He can't recall ever having seen a girl like this. 

It was scary.

The sound of the announcer shouting “Begin!” only barely registered in her head. The crowd was cheering, but she didn't notice, she heard none of it and thought none of it with the blood rushing in her head and the vivid battle-drumming heartbeat pounding in her chest, strumming against her ribcage, telling her to charge. 

The only thing she could focus on was the boy in front and how he didn't opt for the first move like he usually did.

She breathed shallowly through her nose, puffing as her teeth would not budge from their clenched state. Eye twitching in her waiting for him to pounce, but he didn't show her the respect.

“Ladies first, is it?” She spoke through grit teeth, her lips set into a hard grim line.

I like you.

I like you?!

Bet he laughed a good long while after coming up with that one.

I’ll give him something to laugh at...

“Come on, all-time-champion...” She mocked, feeling herself grow cold all over, wings frayed, raised up like a cat arching its back in hostility, kept furiously tense behind her. “Give me a good fight.” Knuckles were white in their fixed fists at her sides, her whole self shook up with rage. Nostrils flaring, eyes ablaze and dead-set, brows lowered, narrowed at him, lips formed up into a snarl.

He swallowed thickly. He’d gone quiet, out of character. The hot summer’s day had somehow gone completely cold, a chill settling like broken ice in his stomach, goosebumps springing to the surface of his skin, like an armada wanting to protect him from what eerie malice he was standing in the presence of. 

“I want people’s eyeballs popping from their sockets as I dethrone the king.”

His breath quickened, but he hadn't the time to think as she, with a primal snarl, launched herself at him. A feather-dagger raised in her fist as she jabbed it right into the ground where his face would have been if he hadn't ducked away to the side, only barely avoiding the attack within an inches reach.

“Fight me!”

Struggling with pulling her daggered feather from the dirt of the arena as she’d managed to plunge it rather deep into the ground, she aimed to punch him in the face with her other free hand, succeeding a number of times before he caught her fist in his hand, though it didn't help him much as by the time she’d managed to loosen her make-shift knife from the ground, readying it to slice open his neck.

“Come on! Fight me!”

He caught her other wrists with the daggers tip half an inch away from his throat. She glared down at him, growling, face twisted in blinding white-hot rage, snarling, mightily fighting against him, trying to angle her feather or fist or anything to hurt the boy beneath her.

Kill him.

A voice in her mind urged.

He deserves it.

It reasoned.

“Try harder! Don't you dare hold back!”

Managing to point the dagger down to the hand holding up her wrists, she sliced open a large cut across the back. 

Trapped, as he needed to keep holding her back, he had to endure the knife cutting into the network of veins in his hand, until he finally managed to push her off him.

She rolled off into a stance, wings kept aloft as she circled him.

“What are you doing?!”

He wasn't that quick in the making of getting to his feet, or at least not as quick as her, and because of it she was quickly on him again, aiming to jab the knife directly into his abdomen, though once again he managed to deflect, but only barely, the knife slicing up the side of his midriff.

“Quit playing!”

None of it was usual. Neither of them practiced their normal fighting routines. Bakugo wasn't using his quirk, he wasn't even fighting back, in fact, he was barely even deflecting. And the angel-winged one, who usually fought from a distance was now instead fighting like a rabid animal in a ring-match.

“Wow! They say don't bring a knife to a gunfight, but our angel-winged Seraph is showing us that a Bazooka-Bakugo is no good when he’s out of ammo!” Present Mic called from the commenters crows nest.

He must've not seen it, how the ashen-haired boy started backing away.

“Stop!” She screamed, but he didn't listened, large mud-caked black military boot raised from the sand of the arena in one second, landing on the pavement outside the ring in the next.

The crowd gasped.

“Dynamight has stepped out of the ring!” Mic’s voice boomed out in surprise. “Has he surrendered?!” 

She stood still as a statue, not dropping her stance, wings still kept on edge.

“I would too if anyone gave me that look!” The blonde commenter continued. “Either way, Dynamight’s out!” 

She whispered something beneath her breath, face grim.

“Seraph has won!”

“No!” She roared, chest heaving. “The fight isn't over! You’re not giving up!” Her face had somewhat altered, close to what he’d imagine betrayal would look like.

“The rules are clear Seraph, stepping outside the border is equal to withdrawing.” Midnight said calmly, whip at her side.

“That’s bullcrap! I haven’t won yet!” She raged, whipping around to look at the black-haired domenatrix-hero, before turning around once again to stare daggers at the boy who’d just ruined everything. “You!” She seethed, following after him, out of the rink, one quick decided angry step after the other. “You sack of shit, you fucking gremlin filth-”

“If you do not calm down, you’ll leave me no choice.” Midnight warned from behind her, but she couldn't care less.

“Bakugo! You piece of trash! You worm! You bastard! You shitstain asswipe motherfucking scumbag son of a bitch waste of human space!”

A fog of some sorts oozed out onto the field, laid thickly like fairy dust, surrounding the winged-hero who began wobbling in her attacking approach, only barely having caught up with the red-eyed boy, grabbing onto his collar with hands that no longer had the strength, quickly leaning on him instead of yanking him back into the ring like she’d intended.

“You fucking coward extra...” Her voice groggy, not able to uphold the spite it once held. “I fucking hate y-” He caught her before she collapsed completely, her eyes closing softly, the wrathful expression melting away in her heavy slumber.

And it was strange.

How it seemed he’d fallen in love with a person so blindingly similar to himself.

.

Standing on the second-place podium, he peeked a glance at her standing taller then him. Accepting the medals, though refusing to say thanks to the hero treading them over their heads.

She was too busy trying to contain herself.

He was too busy thinking of ways to apologize. 

Thinking of ways to fix things, to give back what he’d just robbed her off. Nostalgia tripping him up, remembering how angry it had made him when Todoroki did the exact same thing to him in their first year.

Only Shoto had an excuse.

He doesn't.

.

“How dare you back down, you Katsu-fuck?!” She growled, stomping up to him at once she’d spotted him lurking in wait for her in the hallway, her fists grabbing his collar despite the difference in height, pulling him forward before slamming him back against the wall.

“I told you.” He defended, still not fighting back. “I didn’t wanna hurt you, you idiot.”

“Hurt me!?” The tears sprung to the surface much to quick for her to control, hot and stinging, welling up, boiling over, and streaming down her face like wild waterfalls. “Have you any idea how insulting that is?” 

Brows crinkled in tremors, bottom lip quivering, caught between her teeth as she sucked in an exasperated breath. 

“How embarrassing and humiliating and hurtful it is to know that you-” Her fingers detached from him to have her wrists rub and wipe her eyes. “Don’t value me as an equal!” 

She whimpered, dragging her forearm over her eyes, struggling to breathe. 

“You selfish prick!” Her eyes shimmered, glossy and guiltily admittedly very pretty. “You egotisctical narcissitic shit-eating asshole!” 

She beat his chest, looking on the verge of a breakdown, sniffling, looking so very heartbroken. 

“What?! You’re not gonna say anything?! You just gonna stand there?!” 

Her chest heaved, breath in shambles before she scoffed. 

“Fucking douchebag.” Voice nothing but a defeated little whisper now.

“I’m sorry.” He said, hands priorly held loosely at his sides, now raised a little, tensely kept in the air as he contemplated what he should do. The girl standing so close, clutching to his shirt, wringing it in her fists, wanting more than some measly pointless apology.

“Fuck off...” She bit out, sucking it up. Hands leaving him in favor of ripping loose the medal around her neck. “This means nothing because of you...” Pushing it to his chest were he knew not to refuse it. “None of it means anything.” 

And at that she walked away, leaving him once again mute in the hallway. Her wings dragged behind her, sweeping the floors like a mop, like deadweight.

.

Everyone had gone home for summer-break.

Leaving the rooms empty and the dorm quiet.

Everyone expect Bakugo.

And her.

He didn't usually get butterflies in his stomach. He thought he was sick at first, until understanding the strange bubbly frizzy busy feeling was probably due to the fact that they were both sleeping in the same building, all alone, together.

It had been a couple of weeks since the Sports Festival.

She’d been quiet.

He’d been quiet.

There was one night, at one post midnight he’d blasted music so loudly the floors in his dorm shook, practicing drums, screaming to lyrics, creating as much noise as possible in hopes of her stomping over to his room to yell at him to be quiet. Give him an opportunity.

She hadn't come though.

Kirishima had given him pointers on what to do. The red-head telling him to apologize however many times it takes. But Bakugo knew that an apology is weightless without anything to uphold it.

He thought he might have the summer-break alone to think about it. To train and study and think, rack his brain, wring it for every drop it was worth, perhaps even watch a stupid soppy romantic film, get some inspiration.

But he already knew that there was only one thing that had a chance of making it better. The exact same thing he’d wanted from Todoroki back during the result of the first sports festival. And it wasn't a stupid apology, nor was it validation. In the end it’s not even about the fight, it’s about respect.

He’d disrespected her. He’d done the worst imaginable thing.

And now, he was standing outside her door. Sports-bag in hand, loaded with protein water and energy bars, a couple of other things he needed to go train.

He’d been standing there for a while now. So long his knee had started to jerk, impatiently waiting for him to knock on the door. His face was scrunched in frustration, visibly angry at himself.

Rolling his eyes finally, he took a gamble, fist rising to bang on the door.

She opened up rather quickly for someone knowing that there could only be one other person on the other side. 

“Hey...” He said awkwardly, voice strange coming from him, his tongue heavy and way too big in his mouth.

“You still here?” Only one word could describe her tone, and that was uninterested. 

“Parents are on holiday.” He answered quickly, like he was being interrogated.

Jaded eyes seemed to look past him, sighing. “Did you need something?” Her voice was so nonchalant, so very dead it irked him. Her expression too, dull, like she was just waiting to slam the door in his face. 

He cleared his throat, trying to regain whatever confidence he had before he’d ever met her, yet seemingly having forgot what the feeling at all is supposed to feel like. “I’m gonna go train… You wanna- uhm…” He swallowed thickly, suppressing whatever embarrassing voice-crack he felt the oncoming humiliation of. “You wanna come?”

She seemed to straighten herself at that, eyes showing a smidge of interest. “Rematch?” 

“There’s more to training than just fighting, y’know.” He tried, but regretted it at once he saw her falter.

“Not that I cant do on my own-” She began closing the door.

“Fine!” He nearly shouted. “We can fight.”

“Really?” She peeked up at him, not fully won over yet, still suspicious. “And you won’t hold back?”

“Y-yes.” He decided not to think of it. There was no one around to see him fail, and he’d hurt her more by trying not to hurt her. 

Her eyes narrowed. “Why?”

Sighing and looking off to the side. “It was a shitty thing of me to do.” He grumbled. “Half’n’half pulled the same shit on me in first.” It was strange to compare himself to the aloof jewel-headed boy, but here he was. “Drove me mad.” He remembers training in the garage, punching the concrete wall instead of the worn-out bunching-bag, so hard he broke three fingers before stopping.

“I have more conditions.” She spoke, bringing him out of his trip down memory-lane. “We play outside.”

Play is a strange word for it. 

“Fair.” He agreed, feeling himself loosen up along-side her, the deadly hostile aura fading.

“And no boundary rules.” She added, raising a brow at him, obviously hinting to his stunt during the sports festival. “We fight until one of us break.”

“Good. I always hated that rule, makes it too easy for my opponent to give up.” He gave a small smile to which she answered with an equally small flashing smirk of her own.

“You’re one to talk!” She accused. “I’ll never give up, I can promise you that. Can you say the same?” She taunted.

He scoffed. “As if I would ever surrender again after you bawled like a little crybaby. Wouldn't want you to ruin anymore of my shirts with tear-stains.” 

She gaped at him. “Until one of us can’t move then.”

“Fine!” He grinned.

“Great!” Her smile spread wide, the life fully reentered her eyes like a match had been struck, ignited inside, flames flickering and casting those terribly playful dark shadows looming about like demons inside her. “Let me just get dressed, you dipshit!” 

“Right.” His face grew hot, palms sweaty, his head had been so crowded he hadn't even noticed she was wearing nothing but pajamas.

Cute small pajamas.

His heart was pounding now, the smell of her room different from his as it wafted out into the hallway where he stood.

“Oh, and... I guess... I’m sorry too.” He snapped back to reality upon her uncalled for apology. “I lost control.” She explained.

“We’re even then.” He decided.

“That depends...” She disagreed, eyes round as she looked up at him. “I shouldn't have lost my shit either way, but if you weren't lying to get a rise out of me... I flipped out for no reason at all.” 

“I wasn't lying.” He admitted. “I-” Fumbling, back flexing and grating in discomfort, needing him to grab onto the strap to his bag to pull it onto his shoulder again. “I...” His brows furrowed. “I shouldn't have to repeat myself!” He growled. “I’m not a liar.”

“So... you- do... like me?” She’d cocooned herself in her wings, brushing her feathers anxiously. “In that case... I owe you.” With a pout she sighed and huffed. “I don't like being in debt to anyone.” Grumbling. “You better make your wish-”

He made another gamble. 

He hadn't ever kissed a girl. There had been lovesick girls who thought of him as a charity case, who’d sneaked a couple of unwanted kisses to his cheek, however they’d all stopped after realizing he wasn't interested. 

He’d thought a lot about it the past months. What made this girl different from everyone else. What made him go out of his comfort zone and give away this very first kiss to her. What made him stop in the middle of his day to think about her. Dream about her. Play out all sorts of junk scenarios in his head about her and him and how they’d get to this very moment. 

He��d waisted a lot of time thinking about it, he realized, when he could have just gone and made it reality.

He pulled away, feeling as though some fog had been lifted. “There.” His voice was hoarse, gruff. “Debt paid.” She looked stunned, but pleasantly so, her small hands, softly laid atop his own who grabbed her cheeks and mushed her face like a marshmallow. 

That’s probably not how you’re supposed to kiss someone, treating their face like a dodgeball, but at least she was blushing equally much as him.

He cleared his throat, let go of her and tore his eyes away from the adorable flustered look she was giving him, if only to hide the fact that he was just as panicked as her, perhaps even more so.

“Now get dressed already.”

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𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲: Once upon a time, in the shiny pearly gates of an elite residential community not long ago - lived our dear sweet y/n Beaudelaire. A revengeful Juliet, a woeful princess within the lavish parts of these aristocratic folk. What will happen when she meets again with her once Romeo now fiend in the lovely auspicious event of her graduation party? Especially when she’s out for his head.   

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

— 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤: a night of dirty dancing with two lovesick strangers leads you to you inviting them into your home and into your heart.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — pomegranate kisses ๑ strawberry lipstick ๑ garden of desire — work in progress!

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟: A white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. Sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

— 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞: Getting tired of the same old kisses as the only form of intimacy in this scandalous relationship between you and your new neighbor. A regular day of sunbathing, cloud watching and chewing on lemon strawberry mentos by your poolside isn’t the only thing on your mind when you call Mister Levinson over. Hopefully you’ll keep this relationship a secret...

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞: Ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival.

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫: Your daddy bear takes you out on a picnic!

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬: Ari Levinson takes his little ones out to the beach to enjoy a day full of swimming in the sparkling sea, making opulent sand palaces, and not having to choose between seashell crowns and seaweed necklaces.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲: Makeovers and movies are always so fun! Especially when you’re experimenting with Ari on not just eyeshadow palettes and lipglosses but sex positions to.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ��𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩: You’ve been a good girl all day and as the rules follow, good girls deserve treats.

— 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬! You’ve been testing Ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛: Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: after calming you down from an anxiety attack, Ari helps you soothe from any remaining stresses with cookies.

— 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦: you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s driving you from staying up past your bedtime.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩: a sweet sunday riddles with seemingly endless chores finishes with victory sundaes. that is, if you haven’t been such a rotten brat.

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤: jealousy is a slow and painful death for you when it spikes your heart but Ari reminds you who his heart belongs to.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬: sneaking some cake when you’re not suppose to leads to major consequences.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

[athina-blaine]

50 Types of Kissing Writing Prompts: #36 - Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

This got away from me.

~

“Ask me again.”

“Jon, you’ve practised these questions about 20 times just on the way over. I don’t think-”

“Just ask me again.” A beat. “Please.”

Martin let out a lengthy sigh, the kind that came from deep in his belly. It echoed down the corridors of the school hall alongside their heels clicking on the vinyl floor. “Right. Okay, so, how would you describe your teaching philosophy?”

Jon took a deep breath, chest puffing up. “My teaching philosophy is that all children are unique and deserve to have a stimulating educational atmosphere. I want to provide a safe environment where students are encouraged to share their thoughts and take risks.”

Martin smiled, trying not to giggle, but Jon’s voice inflected the exact same way every time he’d say “risks”- a sort of huffy pitch. It was hard not to be amused. “Very good.”

“Ask me the question about resolving conflicts in the classroom.”

“How do you intend to resolve conflicts in the classroom?”

“I would isolate the nature of the conflict in question and strategise accordingly. Compromise is the ideal resolution but in the event one cannot be reached, I will contact a higher authority than myself to mediate and help find a solution.”

“Perfect.”

“You don’t think it makes me look weak-willed?” Jon asked, brows furrowed with distress. “The part about contacting another authority figure? What if they want me to be able to handle the problem by myself?”

“I think it’s fine. You’re new. Shows you won’t let your ego get in the way when you need help.”

Jon let out a low breath, nodding slowly. His chest collapsed until he was nearly hunched over, and he tugged frantically at the strap of his briefcase. Martin had lent him that briefcase since it matched his nice navy blue jacket- he also figured it would help Jon feel more professional.

Martin wanted to say as much, lavish Jon in compliments on how scholarly and refined he looked, but every step they took closer to the school’s administrative office seemed to wound him up tighter and tighter until that briefcase strap threatened to fall apart. If Martin said Jon looked good now, Jon would just argue with him, citing the scuff in his shoes he hadn’t managed to buff out, or quadruple-guess the way he’d tied up his hair or something. The last thing Martin wanted to do was make Jon self-conscious; he’d just have to save all his gushing and lavishing for after the interview.

Martin’s restraint didn’t seem to matter, though, as, without warning, Jon stopped dead in the middle of the hall, digging into the recesses of his case. “I-I should practice the lesson plan one more time, the entire lecture phase is-”

“Jon.” Martin clasped his hands on Jon’s shoulders and turned him around. Jon stared up at him, eyes owlish and glossy with muted panic. “Please. Relax. It’s a part-time home economics class, not tenure for university English lit. You’re funny and charismatic and intelligent. They’re going to be begging you to take the job. The nice lady on the phone said as much.”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t make promises you have no possible way of keeping,” Jon said, a sliver of ice snaking through his words. Martin lifted a pointed brow, and a dark stain flushed Jon’s face. He looked away. “No, I … Sorry. I don’t mean to snap.”

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

“It’s not that, it’s …” Jon sighed, shoulders sagging. “I just want this to work. I … need this to work.”

Martin tilted his head. This wasn’t the same frantic energy Jon had been carrying with him since he’d gotten off the phone with Principal Williams last week. This was something heavier. More sombre.

“Can you tell me why?”

“It’s silly.”

“Maybe.” Martin shrugged. “Most things are.”

Jon still wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring down at their warped reflections in the floor. Martin waited, rubbing his thumbs over the jut of Jon’s shoulders.

“I just …” Jon started, then paused to breathe. “I don’t know whether or not I can still … function out here. Outside of the Institute. It’s been so long and … what if I just … can’t?” His voice lowered to a dull murmur. “What if I can’t make the adjustment?”

Humming, Martin stroked his hands up and down the length of Jon’s arms. He pressed a kiss to Jon’s forehead. “I don’t think that’s silly.”

Jon sighed through his nose, tickling Martin’s collarbone. Slowly, Martin pulled away.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, so. Let’s pretend you don’t get the job. Which won’t happen,” he said quickly when Jon’s head snapped up. “You are absolutely getting this job. But let’s just pretend you don’t. What do you think will happen after that?”

Jon’s brow furrowed with quiet confusion. His mouth flapped for a long while before, softly, “I … don’t understand?”

“Here’s what I think will happen,” Martin said, cupping Jon’s face between his hands. “We’ll go home. We’ll order a pizza, half cheese half-Mediterranean. We’ll flip on the TV and finish that nature documentary series. We can polish off that bottle of wine and I’ll rub your feet.” Martin leaned in close enough to press his lips to the bridge of Jon’s nose. “And then we’ll try something else. I actually think that animal hospital nearby is hiring.” Martin smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone. “You’d make a really cute vet tech.”

Jon’s lips twitched, eyes brimming with some complicated emotion. Martin smiled, holding his gaze until Jon turned away, face warming again.

“It’d suck if you didn’t get this job,” Martin said. “You’d be fantastic at it and they’d be stupid to turn you away. But, whatever happens, you’ll be fine. We will be fine.”

Silent, Jon stared somewhere between Martin’s chest and his neck. Then, he swayed forward, leaning into Martin’s sturdy weight, and Martin wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into prim, professionally styled hair. They stood like that for a long while, breathing each other in. Good thing Jon had them show up about a half-hour early for the interview, just in case.

When they parted, Jon opened his eyes again, calm and bright.

“We could also get killed by a rogue satellite,” he murmured. Martin’s eyes widened. “Just, you know, as a worst possible thing that could happen. Rogue satellite. Right on our heads.”

Martin snorted. “I don’t think I phrased it quite like that, but, yes, I suppose we should consider that a possibility.”

Jon took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly, just as Martin taught him. He rolled out his neck, cleared his throat, and tilted his head up. “Alright. Kiss me.”

Martin blinked. “Um. What?”

“Kiss me.” A beat. “For luck. Obviously.”

“Oh. Obviously.” Martin tried to smother his twitching smile. “I didn't realise we'd started doing that."

“Yes.” His eyes became pleading. “Please?”

Martin rolled his eyes, but kissed him, a chaste pressing of their lips. Jon’s eyes had slid shut and he took another deep breath.

“One more?”

Martin obliged. Jon’s eyes remained closed, his chin still tilted up. Martin provided another one without prompting, and then one more, for good measure, soft and indulgent. They were rubbing away at Jon's lip balm, but Martin's lips had been feeling a little dry anyway. The tension bled from Jon’s shoulders, and Martin parted with a breathy sigh.

“That’s all your lucky kisses for the year,” Martin said, earning himself a chuckle. “Spend it wisely.”

A cough drew their attention. An older woman stood idle by one of the classrooms. Through both of their embarrassed spluttering, Martin managed to note her and Jon had tied their hair in similar fashions.

Oh yeah. Jon was going to fit right in.

The woman stepped forward. “Mr. Sims, I presume?”

“I- uh, y-yes, ma’am.” Jon’s face was burning but the woman smiled.

“Glad you could make it. Mrs. Williams seemed really impressed with you after your phone call. Shall I walk you to her office?”

Jon nodded, squeezing Martin’s hand hard enough to break it off and take it with him. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, none of this ma’am stuff. We’re going to be coworkers, yeah?" She held out her hand. "You can call me Janice. I teach maths.”

“Yes, m- Yes, Janice. It’s a pleasure to meet you." Jon accepted her hand. "Um, you can call me Jon.”

After their quick handshake, she indicated towards the hallway. Jon nodded and looked over to Martin. “I, uh … guess I’ll meet you by the car?”

“Meet you there.” Martin gave his hand one more squeeze. “Good luck.”

Jon smiled, a delicate, fluttering thing, before he slid his hand out of Martin’s and allowed Janice to lead them down the hallway.

“So, you’re from London, yeah?” she asked. “Grow up there?”

“No, I’m from Bournemouth. I moved to London after I graduated uni.”

“Oh, really? I think I’ve got a cousin who lives by that area. Always wish I’d have lived somewhere more coastal.” She turned to him, her teeth pearly white. “I have to say, we’re all a little curious about you. Don’t have many city-people here. We’re really excited to have you onboard.”

“Oh.” Even from this distance, Martin could see the way Jon’s face flushed. “I … I see.”

“I’m sure the others will want to ask you all sorts of questions, but don’t let that put you off, the staff here is as sweet as can be. They’ll get used to you soon enough.”

Jon glanced over his shoulder back at Martin, looking fit to burst. Martin waved, sure that his own expression was as sappy and affectionate as could be.

Yeah.

They’re going to be just fine.

[samplingmoonsters]

Imagine Dream bring the mega simp he is and Techno just bring completely oblivious

Then just imagine, they are just hanging out together, it's winter so they have scarfs and thick jackets. Dream's face is just blushing, Techno realizes and goes "hey are you alright, are you sick?" And Dream internally is having a gay panic and hides his face in his scarf as he just stammers out "o-oh yeah I'm fine", Techno doesn't believe him so he grabs his face to get a better look and Dream is just dying

Winter in the Antarctic was harsh and unforgiving. Besides the occasional snowstorms wrecking chaos over the icy lands, the temperature also dropped to an almost unbearable level. At least in the eyes of Dream, who despite his thick winter coat and scarf still feels the ruthless cold on his skin. Yet another shudder travels down his back while he rubs his gloveless hands together, trying to warm them up without success. Not for the first time, since stepping out of Technoblade’s warm hoot, he regrets not wearing gloves. He should have really thought ahead before following the hybrid outside to spend more time with him, only to end up watching the man chop firewood while he stood behind freezing his ass off.

When Technoblade said ‘he had something important to do outside’ Dream thought he meant taking care of his million dogs or maybe visiting Philza or something, not chopping wood!

Not that the sight in front of him isn’t appealing… To be honest, Technoblade looks rather hot with his ax in hand and sweat dripping down his face. The way the man pulls the weapon down, the muscles in his arms constricting with the movement and red eyes sparkling in the early morning light is one of the hottest sights Dream has the honour and pleasure to witness. Once again, Dream’s eyes wander up Technmoblade’s shoulders, forest green eyes watch the broad shoulders move under the thin white shirt, analyzing every movement like a hawk hunting their prey. While it’s kind of strange to see Technoblade so unbothered by the cold, Dream is thankful to finally have an opportunity to watch Technoblade’s impressive muscles in action without looking like a creep. It’s not like he could stare at the man while they’re dueling, he would just end up with a sword in his chest… or worse.

It’s not often that the man doesn’t wear his iconic red cloak, so Dream takes the rare opportunity to remember every detail of the usually hidden parts of Technoblade’s beautiful body.

He is so distracted by Technoblade’s broad shoulders that he doesn’t even realize when said man stops moving. An awkward cough catches his attention and without thinking Dream looks up, eyes finding blood red ones. He stares into the red pools like a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Guilt and embarrassment overtaking his body from being caught checking out his rival like a slice of steak.

For several seconds no one says anything while the rivals stare at each other. Their warm breath evaporates in the cold air, it’s a stark contrast to the ever-building tension slowly wrapping around them like a thick blanket.

Dream’s sure that his face must resemble a tomato at this point. Not able to bear one more second of the awkward staring contest, Dream looks away, green dots now staring at Techno’s chest instead of his face. “…what?” Dream breathes out, his voice muffled from the scarf wrapped around him.

Instead of answering, Techno tilts his head to the side, red eyes squinting at him, “Hey, be real with me for a moment,” Techno begins, another long breath escaping icy lips, “are you...sick or something?”

Dream’s brain short circuit, every one of his synapses snapping from the pure panic overtaking his body. His thoughts are an ongoing stream of omgomgomgomgomg--- while he slowly falls into the early stages of a panic attack. He can feel his blush intensify, if that is even possible, freckles standing out against the bright red cheeks like stars in a midnight sky. For the first time since stepping outside, Dream feels warm, body almost catching on fire from the pure embarrassment. The break from the bitter cold would be a relieving sensation in any other situation. How could he possibly explain to Technoblade that he isn’t actually sick but simply flushed from watching the hybrid chop wood without sounding like a total creep and freak!?

Simply Impossible!

Taking Dream’s silence has a bad sight, Techno continues, a worried frown overtaking his usually stoic expression, “Your face is all red.” he waves a hand over his own face, “Dream,” Techno sounds so disappointed Dream could cry, “if you are sick you shouldn’t have followed me outside.”

Hiding his face into his scarf from sheer embarrassment, he shakes his head, “I’m- uhm- I-I’m not sick…” he mumbles, unsure if the hybrid could even understand him with how he is burying his face into the soft fabric.

Dream would really appreciate a sudden zombie attack right now. Anything to distract the pigman.

Not satisfied with the blond’s unsure answer, Techno steps forward, large, warm hands curling around Dream’s face. The blond let out a surprised breath at the unexpected touch, eyes widening when his face is lifted out of the soft fabric. No way to escape the strong hold on his cheeks, Dream has no other choice but to meet blood-red eyes once more. He feels like a small bunny under the Blood God’s wandering gaze.

Like a sacrifice ready to meet their demise.

Technoblade eyes pierce into him, sharp like a sword and just as dangerous. Dream shudders under the intense gaze and he couldn’t help but lean into the large hands cradling his face, oh so carefully. Rough hands that usually only know cruelty and the lust for blood, are caressing his face like he’s something precious, something to be loved. And Dream falls under the soft touch like a man meeting the sharp end of a sword in a sweet death. A shaky breath escapes frozen pink lips and Dream closes his eyes, at last surrendering to the man he loved.

Silence fell over them.

Dream wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. Feeling Technoblade’s loving touch for all eternity.

Of course nothing lasts forever and the serene silence is broken by the hybrid once more, “Hmm… you’re certainly burning up and your face is all red too.”

All of the sudden the warm hands disappear and Dream has to bite his lip to swallow down the whine that wants to escape his throat. Green eyes fly open and look up at the piglin, “Wait--- what?” Dream has totally forgotten about Technoblade’s allegation, too lost in their sweet moment to remember anything that happened shortly before Technoblade’s hands found his face.

“Memory problems too?” Techno half-teases, a grin forming around pearly-white tusks, “Now you really need to lie down. Let’s better go inside before your condition worsens.” Techno turns around to lift up his ax which lays forgotten in the snow next to the chopped firewood. He turns back around and takes Dream’s wrist with his free hand, slowly steering the other male towards the small house a few feet away.

Still somewhat lost from the sudden turn of events, Dream lets himself be dragged through the snow without complaint, the ice crystals crunching under their feet with each step. Green eyes fall to the large hand curled around his wrist, and he hopes Techno can’t feel the way his pulse is racing under his skin.

Feeling brave, he pushes his hand down far enough to curl their fingers together. Techno reciprocates the simple touch, a low hum escaping his lips as he tightens his hold around Dream’s hand.

Feeling pleasantly warm in the freezing cold, Dream buries his face into his green scarf and smiles softly, heart soaring in his chest like the sun slowly rising in the distance.

Spring is coming.

(I write this at 2am after coming back from a night out with my friends! I hope you like it anon! <3 Yes I was a little tipsy while writing this.)