#request 1399

[lostdrarryfics]

Hello! This is for a fic that was in my to read list but now I can't find it 😔 I only remember the summary was something like Harry walks into Draco's potion shop and there was a picture of Harry's grandfather hanged on the wall, I think the fic was pretty short, like less than 40k, thanks for your help!

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[hannieehaee]

i dont know if u accept smut reqs but if u don’t please ignore my ask and i’m so sorry for overstepping!!

but could i please req a hard dom!seungkwan who teaches u a lesson at home after u couldn’t stop whining and begging for him at dinner with ur friends?

18+ / mdi

content: dom!seungkwan, afab reader, teasing, smut, oral (m receiving), letc.

wc: 1399

a/n: im so sorry i took so long to finish this!!! ive been trying to make time for all reqs so its taking a while to get them all out T-T anyways thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy!!

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it was common for seungkwan to bring you along whenever he had dinner with the members. it had kind of become a tradition to have dinner together at least once a month, with the members' respective significant others tagging along.

you had been part of the crew for a while, having been dating seungkwan for an extended period of time by now. you were practically just another friend to the members at this point, making all of you quite comfortable with one another.

maybe too comfortable.

seungkwan always thought of you as a well-behaved girl. not even in a dirty way or anything. he just knew you were never the type to act out in public or to purposely become a nuance to him. yes, you would banter with him sometimes, but it was always in good faith and never really went anywhere. sure, you'd often tease him in the bedroom and take advantage of your effect on him time after time, but this always remained behind closed doors.

which was why seungkwan was quite shocked at the way in which you had suddenly decided to behave.

you weren't being too obvious about it, keeping your brattiness between you and himself. it started with a few touches far too high on his thigh, followed by raunchy comments hidden behind a cough. then it evolved into lustful eyes staring down on his own whenever no one was looking.

it even manifested itself into you cornering him on your way to the bathroom as he came back from a bathroom break himself.

you'd planted a steamy kiss on his lips and felt him up in a very unseemly way before letting him know you 'wanted his cock so fucking bad' and making your merry way to the bathroom as he walked back to the table completely flustered. it then (unsurprisingly) proceeded into a text message received by seungkwan a few moments later, a message containing your bare breasts and a look in your eye that he only ever saw between the sheets. except you weren't between his sheets. you were at the restaurant's bathroom, making a fool of him with a mere picture.

that was more or less where seungkwan felt it'd be appropriate to put his foot down. he was never good at resisting you, and he knew that adding the extra layer of being surrounded by his members would only make him break sooner or later. so he decided to throw you a curveball and storm after you in the bathroom, coughing out an excuse of 'forgot my wallet in the restroom' to the other guys before sneaking his way into the hallway leading to the restroom. that's where he found you making your way back to the table before wordlessly dragging you to one of the spacious gender neutral stalls and locking the door.

immediately pushing you up against the wall, he practically growled out his next words.

"you wanted me to embarrass myself out there, huh? knowing i dont know how to act any time you tease me," he assessed, knowing he was right by your shocked expression.

you clearly were expecting him to crumble and make up some weak excuse in order to take you home as you smirked next to him, giving the members clear indication of who begged for who in the relationship. but he decided to turn things on you and give you a taste of your own medicine, maybe show you what it was like to get on your knees for your beloved.

"no, i-"

"did i say you could speak? good girls stay quiet til i tell them do speak. do you understand?", his hands went to run up and down your body, making a game plan of how he was going to take you.

"y-yes."

"good girl. now ..."

his eyed drifted down to your cleavage, reminding him of the dirty picture you had sent him earlier.

without a second thought, his hands grabbed onto your cleavage and forcefully pulled it down, ripping a bit at the arms of your dress before diving right to your tits, mouth open and willing.

"k-kwannie, what are you-"

he ignored your gasp, simply adding more force to the suckling of your breasts, using his arms to push up your hips against his own as he began to grind against you. his groans and your gasps were the only thing that could be heard in the empty restroom.

after getting his fill of your tits in his mouth, he became too frustrated by the mere friction he felt at the grinding of your hips, opting instead to guide you into a kneeling position in front of him.

"you're gonna be a good girl and take care of the problem you caused, right, baby?", he looked down at you with indescribable lust in his gaze.

"yes, kwannie ... want it in my mouth so bad," you begged, licking at him through his pants while you gave him the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen.

in any other occasion, this would've had him on his knees, begging for your mouth around his dick and crying as he felt the barest touch, but today he had to prove a point.

"stop messing around and get my cock out. don't make me repeat myself," he didn't recognize himself as he ordered you around, but he liked the shudder he saw go through you at his demanding tone.

without complaint, you hurriedly undid his pants and brought his boxers down, immediately getting to work as you licked and kissed at his tip.

he threw his head back at your teasing, unable to reprimand you for it. it just felt so fucking good.

luckily for both you and him, this didn't last long. before even realizing it, you were already gagging on as much of his cock as you could get into your mouth, looking up at him with furrowed brows as you wordlessly begged him. he was confused as to what you were begging for at first, only realizing what you meant when you brought his hands behind your head, slightly making him push your head forward and- oh.

was this what you wanted? was this what you'd been after all along?

you wanted him to take control and use you for his pleasure. fuck.

he almost came at the realization, until realizing that he'd much rather cum after fucking your mouth until you cried.

he began pistoling his hips against your mouth, moaning as you let yourself become his pretty fleshlight while he groaned at both the sight and feeling. maybe you weren't a bad behaved girl after all. maybe all you wanted was him to take his frustrations out on you and use you like the pretty doll you were.

or at least he hoped this was the case, because he was already addicted.

"pretty thing ... oh, fuck. such a pretty thing for me to use, aren't you? gonna cum in your mouth, okay? gonna fill you up and you're gonna swallow it all for me, yeah?", he mumbled between moans, knowing his end would come faster than expected.

and he was right. his orgasm took over just moments later, with his hands dragging your head up and down his cock while his hips thrust into your awaiting mouth. he completely lost himself as his orgasm washed over him, making him lose all sense of his surroundings and almost disregard your gagging as he filled your mouth.

he pulled away moments after, crying out in painful pleasure when you still managed to suckle on his sensitive tip as he pulled himself out of your mouth.

he let himself fall down against the wall, now sitting at your level as he tried to catch his breath.

"i hate you," he groaned between breaths.

"yeah. i believe that. you just fucked my mouth like you wanted me dead," you chuckled as you also attempted to regulate your breathing.

"wasn't that what you wanted?", he quirked an eyebrow at you.

"maybe."

"you menace," he chuckled despite his words.

"you like it," you got close enough to him to land a sweet peck on his lips.

"i wont when we have to go out there and explain what we were doing this whole time."

"i got my fill of cock, nothing else matters."

he'd been completely wrong. you were absolutely not a well-behaved girl.

[ddamm]

‘Goodbye’ | What if Y/N died? - Daryl Dixon x reader - TWD imagine fic

(Image found in Pinterest, so, credits to rightful owner)

Warnings: angst definitely, death of a loved one, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, mild Daryl swearing, might cry so have some tissues at hand

Word counts: 1399 words (I think it´s the shortest I´ve done for now)

Era: at least after S3 Prison era, but no era in particular

A/N: Sincerely I'm not sure how or why I came up with this. I made a draft of this after my evening prayer session. I stayed on the ground for like half an hour after singing worship and crying and then this song came to me… and all I could picture was this very sad moment of the death of a loved one, and Daryl… Somehow I always end up crying when I listen to this song. It has something so emotional about it, something that feels like a goodbye… well, enjoy it and try not to cry haha.

Song: Je te laisserai des most - Patrick Watson

(listen during the whole thing over and over again 👍🏿)

Original banner (without the ‘goodbye’ phrase) from @kimjiho1, in this post

Daryl promised himself he would not shed more tears after Merle's death, but how would he not if she was now the one vanishing in his arms?

Y/N was the love of his life and had become his motive to live. But now, because of them, time was ticking for her, and she'd depart for somewhere he couldn't reach. Somewhere, he couldn't follow her.

Daryl cursed beneath his breath, angry at the situation before him and at the helplessness he felt. His face went pale in fright as he scanned the multiple bite and tear marks bleeding out over her torso and body.

“Shit, shit, shit… Huh… Y-ya dun have to worry, angel. I'll take ya to the doc and they'll… they'll fix ya up. We'll find a way,” he said, trying to stay positive and evading the cruel reality.

“Is everyone— safe?” Daryl's throat dried, and he found it difficult to speak, but he replied.

“Ye... Ye, everyone's… safe, thanks to ya,” he nodded his head slowly as he held Y/N close, parting her messy and scattered hair out of your face.

“I'm– sorry, Dar Dar… I'm always– giving you trouble, am I not?” Her breathing was difficult and slow, and this was scaring the man further as he tried to laugh out what she said.

“Ya ain't gotta be sorry 'bout nuthin', angel... C'mon, we gotta fix yer mess before ya start stinkin' like a skunk.” Daryl tried picking her up from the dusty ground, but she couldn't even feel your legs anymore.

He halted his actions when he felt her grasp on his shirt. Her trembling, blood-stained hand was holding onto him with the few strengths she had left. “I can't… this is it, Daryl,” she said, knowing it was too late for her, but he hushed her words.

“Dun say that. Yer gonna be jus' fine,” he insisted, wishing to remain in his delusion.

“Daryl, please... Take care of Allie...” she had solicited as her last wish.

“I can't.” “Yes, you can; I know you can.” “Y'all can do tha' when ya recover.” He kept bickering. “Dary, you're not liste—” “She's gonna need her mama, I ain't no good with 'em kids; she'll—”

“DARYL DIXON!” She exclaimed, making the man at her side hush.

“It has to be you. You're the—cough, cough, cough.” She spluttered blood over her chin, staining Daryl's face too. But he could only care about her, and with all the care in the world, he wiped her stained face for her.

Once she stabilised her breathing, she resumed. “You're the only one. The only one I can trust this to.” Daryl shook his head, going against her statement. “I-I can't... I wun be able to do tha' stuff on ma own... Being a parent, tha' stuff ain't somethin' someone fucked up like me can do.” His hands trembled in hers while he explained his twisted reasoning on why he wasn't the right person to fulfil her last request, taking care of her baby.

“Daryl, you won't be alone... You've got Rick, Michonne, Carol—” “Ain't the same damn thing,” he replied with a stern, upset voice.

Just a few weeks ago, you successfully gave birth to your precious daughter, Alison, and now, you were vanishing in his arms? Daryl couldn't accept it.

“Yer... different. Different from 'em, different from all, dammit,” he cursed under his breath, frustrated about not being able to word out how he felt about her.

“Yer... ma damn reason to survive! I can't— I can't do nothin' without ya. She needs ya here; she needs her mama. What in tarnation am I gonna tell her when she's old enough to bother my ass with questions 'bout her old hag?” He questioned her with a hint of dread. “You tell her the truth.” “That I let her mama get killed 'cause I was dilly-dallyin' too dang long?” he pressed on a little aggressively.

“Daryl.” She called his name with a serious stare, not liking that he was already blaming himself, but her gaze softened when she saw the look on his face. “I've lost too much stuff, too many folks... I can't lose ya too; I... I need ya, Y/N...”

She quieted down for a while as thoughts invaded her mind, and Y/N felt bad for passing on her role, her responsibility to Daryl as a burden on his shoulders.

He always took care of her (in his own Dixon way). Back in the quarry camp, Daryl had defended her and her late husband many times (more like her) when Shane and Carol's husband crossed the line. She still remembers how his arrow saved her, just in time, from getting bitten by a walker the night before they left.

She remembered how he had comforted her (tried) after the CDC Lab incident and even when they discovered what happened to Sofia. He was the most upset about that, yet he still came to apologise to her too for not trying well enough, because he knew Sofia and she had a great relationship (just like you and Carol).

Now that she thought of it, the number of times Daryl silently protected, shielded, or cared for her without her full acknowledgement was overwhelming. He had constantly been there for her for so long, always stepping in to save or defend her, even before her husband turned. He became twice as protective of her when he learned there was a new life growing inside her.

All that evidence... Yet she continued to deny any attraction to the lone archer, even if deep down she knew exactly what she felt. Her late husband was long lost and gone, but why could she never seem to leave the sense of guilt away? Why did she feel it was wrong to correspond to Daryl's ways of affection?

If she could have, she would have sighed, pitting herself and her way of disrespecting him and his feelings. But nothing can be done now.

“I know you are afraid... Afraid of parenting alone... Afraid of hurting her... But Daryl, that girl adores you already... Even just as a baby, you're the only person she doesn't cry with besides me. The only one I could leave her with when I needed to rest.”

Y/N stretched her weakened hand to meet his cheek, gently caressing his skin, and he placed his on top of hers as his tears and sniffs became more prominent.

“I'm sorry, I can't stay... I have to rest forever now,” she chuckled, trying to ease him, but seeing her faking strength only hurt him more. “You are awesome, Daryl. The fact that you always took care of me proves it. And she knows that you cared for her mama and that you'll do the same for her. That's why she smiles the most when you're around.”

His sobs became more audible. Your words of support and cheering burned in his skin like fire on a wood chunk. And he looked away in shame, not wanting your last vision of him to be his pathetic sadness, proof of his inner weakness.

“Can you, please, care for her while I'm gone?” She asked him one last time. Despite his sorrow, he nodded in silence, granting her peace of mind, as she knew she didn't have to worry no more.

“Thank you, Dar Dar...” “No need for tha', angel.” She assented, agreeing with his comment. She sought his gaze, wishing to speak her mind but found herself troubled, struggling to find the right terms and considering twice whether to fully express them before she eventually resolved to say her final words to him.

“Oh, and Daryl?” He hummed, asking what she wanted. “I love you,” she professed. And that was his breaking point.

His heart was filled with regret for not being there in time, for not staying by her side, for not being truthful with his feelings and telling her how much she meant to him whenever he could...

“I... I love ya too, Y/N,” he replied, dropping a kiss on her forehead.

A final smile came to her lips as her eyes closed and her hand dropped to her side, signifying the end.

Daryl held her body against his, weeping the death of his beloved, as the third time someone he cared for died in his presence, without him being able to stop it.

“Goodbye, angel...”

star divider found in @anitalenia pink dividers post

A/N: So, here comes this that I had been planning for some time but never found enough time to finish (my laptop wasn't cooperating). I don't really have much to say about it but I think I don't like it as much. Maybe I need to re-listen to the song to see if I feel the same way as when I wrote down the idea but idk, it doesn't look good (not satisfied with the ending).

But anws, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed it.

Take care and God bless!~

𓆩 ♱ 𓆪

support divider from @cafekitsune, in this post

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Most Sinful, the Serpent Is

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: in*, NSFW, minors do not interact, those of you who don’t like reading about this subject do not read

Words: 1399

Summary:Ever since your brother received the Dark Mark, he hadn't quite been the same. You at least wanted one night where the two of you could forget everything and leave it behind.

*This was an old tumblr request. 

Due to the nature of this fic, I’ll just leave a link for those of you who want to read it. Really don’t want to risk getting my account terminated

Story Here

[historicalfightingguide]

“ Fiore dei Liberi’s patrons literally made up a story that they were descended from an African Muslim and a bisexual female knight - presumably just because they thought it sounded cool. According to chivalric legend the d’Este family of Ferrara was founded by the African knight Ruggiero (who converted to Christianity only shortly before his wedding); and Bradamante, a formidable knight who before her marriage enjoyed a passionate same-sex affair with the Spanish princess Fiordispina. Both prominently featured in the Orlando Furioso. Two of the Fiore manuscripts are dedicated to Niccolò III d'Este - from the wiki: "“Francesco Novati and D. Luigi Zanutto both assume that some time before 1409 he accepted an appointment as court fencing master to Niccolò III d'Este, Marquis of Ferrara, Modena, and Parma; presumably he would have made this change when Milan fell into disarray in 1402, though Zanutto went so far as to speculate that he trained Niccolò for his 1399 passage at arms. …The Ms. Ludwig XV 13 and the Pisani Dossi Ms. are both dedicated to Niccolò III d'Este and state that they were written at his request and according to his design.” “

For folks who want to learn more about Fiore you may want to check out the hyperlinks in the text above, as well as the  Scholars of Fiore dei Liberi facebook group, a free pdf of a translation of his works, a book version of the translation etc.

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Remember to check out  A Guide to Starting a Liberation Martial Arts Gym as it may help with your own club/gym/dojo/school culture and approach.Check out their curriculum too.

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Fear is the Mind Killer: How to Build a Training Culture that Fosters Strength and Resilience by   Kajetan Sadowski   may be relevant as well.

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“How We Learn to Move: A Revolution in the Way We Coach & Practice Sports Skills”  by Rob Gray  as well as this post that goes over the basics of his constraints lead, ecological approach.

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Another useful book to check out is  The Theory and Practice of Historical European Martial Arts (while about HEMA, a lot of it is applicable to other historical martial arts clubs dealing with research and recreation of old fighting systems).

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Trauma informed coaching and why it matters

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Why having a systematic approach to training can be beneficial

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Why we may not want one attack 10 000 times, nor 10 000 attacks done once, but a third option.

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How consent and opting in function and why it matters.

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Consider getting some patches of this sort or these cool rashguards to show support for good causes or a t-shirt like to send a good message while at training.

[cocogrrrl]

kyle broflovski 🌿🍵📗

★ series | rendezvous | gang leader!female!reader | detective!kyle ⋆ detective kyle broflovski is possibly the most determined member of the south park police force has ever seen. currently, he is tasked to solve a recent string of murders appearing all over south park. he believes the culprit is yn, leader of the black stones, so he goes undercover to collect more evidence.

you, however, already know what he's here for, and you want to see how far he's willing to go to get something, anything, out of you. (wc: 1489 currently)

★ my princess | fem princess!reader | choose your own adventure + royal and arranged marriage au ⋆ a choose your own adventure story where you, a princess, spend the day getting to know your soon-to-be husband, prince kyle. (wc: 9201 all parts)

★ the wingmen | gn!reader | college au ⋆ wendy needs you to accompany her date with stan. luckily, you're not the only one accompanying someone. (wc: 1427)

★ four times kyle says he loves you, one time he actually does say it | gn!reader ⋆ kyle's not the biggest romantic in the world, but sometimes he unintentionally is as well. (wc: 1183)

★ daffodil | gn!reader | part of the hanahaki au series! ⋆ you had grown up liking kyle from a comfortable distance, never thinking about making possible wounds. you, however, only just figured that out right now. unfortunately, you're overcome with the hanahaki disease likely because of it. (wc: 5121)

★ first kiss | gn!reader ⋆ it's late at night, and you're with your boyfriend, kyle. the peaceful ambience, the comfy sheets, and everything else makes you want to lean in and kiss him for the first time. (wc: 318)

★ who are you? | gn!reader | main three (separate) x female!reader ⋆ while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!) (wc: 679 for kyle)

★ expressions | female!reader | main three (separate) x female!reader ⋆ (headcannons + drabbles!) the main three's separate reaction to their artist gf who is very expressive whenever they draw (requested!) (wc: 330 for kyle)

★ passenger in the rain | female!reader | best friends to lovers ⋆ so what are you gonna do about your impending feelings for your best friend, kyle broflovski? (requested!) (wc: 2720)

★ play pretend | female!reader | alternate version to passenger in the rain ⋆ to what lengths will you let yourself have feelings for your best friend, kyle broflovski? (wc: 2931)

★ sick days | gn!reader ⋆ when you tell your boyfriend, kyle, to not help your and your flu out, he happily disregards that. (requested!) (wc: 1954)

★ prettiest | gn!reader ⋆ a photo of kyle sends you silly (wc: 449)

★ soft launching | gn!reader ⋆ yn, a streamer, eases the audience into the slow reveal of their boyfriend, kyle. (wc: 1399)

★ real men | trans male!reader ⋆ you arent feeling the best, and when you get purposefully misgendered, you only feel worse. (requested!) (wc: 1050)

★ "virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied," | fem!reader ⋆ when the cast list for school's rendition of romeo and juliet is revealed, you find that kyle is not your romeo—but kenny is. (requested!) (wc: 1635)

[une-sanz-pluis]

After Henry acceded, it was arranged that the monks of St Mary Graces near the Tower of London should hold annual obits for Mary. The letters patent confirming the exchange ordered that:

her name shall be read in the chapter and her soul absolved by the abbot or president with psalms and collects for the dead and ringing of bells as it customary in the order for founders and abbots and the office if the dead, viz. placebo and dirige with music and all other solemnity, shall be sung in the choir by the abbot and convent with chaplains and four singers in the more noble vestments of the monastery, and on the day of the anniversary a mass of the Virgin with music and another solemn requiem mass shall be celebrated by the abbot, prior or president at the high altar with candles lit and the altar prepared as at Christmas

These services probably only began after Henry IV’s accession to the throne, but may nonetheless reflect Mary’s personal wishes. Possibly Henry arranged for obits to be celebrated in London so he could attend in person, something that would have been difficult with the services held in Leicester. The requests of a mass for the Virgin and that the altar be prepared as if for a Christmas may reflect Mary’s own wishes for her commemoration, though without a surviving copy of her will, it is impossible to say definitively. She may have had a particular affinity for the Virgin Mary (which could explain why Bolingbroke arranged obits in a church named for the Virgin), after whom she was named. This, combined with the Christmas decorations, might suggest that Mary identified strongly with her role as a mother. If Mary’s birthday was around Christmas, as I have argued, and since the couple also married in the Christmas season, the altar decorations may have been intended to commemorate these events. Those attending the services would have been metaphorically transported to these earlier events of Mary and Henry’s life together, a reminder that in the medieval world, the relationship created by marriage lasted past death.

(Rebecca Holdorph, 'My Well-Beloved Companion': Men, Women, Marriage and Power in the Earldom and Duchy of Lancaster, 1265-1399, University of Southampton, PhD Thesis)

[silvestromedia]

Saint of the day August 02

St. Thomas of Dover, 1295 A.D. Benedictine monk and martyr. Also called Thomas Hales, he served as a Benedictine monk at St. Martin's Priory in Dover, England. In 1295, the priory was overrun by a French raiding party which was assailing Dover, and Thomas, being old and infirm, could not escape with the rest of the community. The French raiders demanded that he tell them the whereabouts of the church treasures. When he refused, they murdered him. Miracles were soon reported at his tomb, and an altar was dedicated to him in the priory church in 1500. King Richard II of England (r. 1379-1399) requested that his cause be opened in 1382. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_of_Dover

St. Alfreda, 795 A.D. Virgin and hermit, also known as Afreda, Alfritha, Aelfnryth, and Etheldreda. She was the daughter of King Offa of Mercia, in England, and was either betrothed to or loved by St. Ethelbert, the king of the East Angles. Ethelbert went to Offa's court to ask for Alfreda but was murdered by Offa's queen, Cynethritha. Horrified by the deed, Alfreda departed the court and retired to the marshes of Crowland. There she lived as a hermitess until her death. Her sister, Aelfreda, also lost a husband to the political intrigue of Offa and his queen.

St. Plegmund, 914 A.D. Benedictine Archbishop of Canterbury and the tutor of King Alfred the Great. Plegmund was born in Mercia, England, and was a hermit near Chester. He was appointed archbishop by Pope Stephen V at the request of Alfred, proving a capable prelate, scholar, and dedicated reformer. He went to Rome in 908 to see Pope Sergius III and later died at Canterbury. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plegmund

ST. PETER JULIAN EYMARD, PRIEST FOUNDER OF THE SACRAMENTINI, Apostle of the Eucharist, St. Peter Julian Eymard is remembered by the Church on August 2nd each year. Founder of the Congregation of the Blessed Sacrament and inspirer of the Eucharistic Congresses, he centered his life on love of Christ, contemplated on the altar. https://www.vaticannews.va/en/saints/08/02/st--peter-julian-eymard--priest-founder-of-the--sacramentini.html

ST. EUSEBIUS, BISHOP OF VERCELLI, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eusebius_of_Vercelli

ST. STEPHEN I, POPE https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pope_Stephen_I

[priteshwemarketresearch]

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Merck & Co., Inc.

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THE DESCRIPTION OF SAINT ELISHA THE PROPHET The Successor of of the Prophet Elijah Feast Day: June 14

"Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit." -2 Kings 2:9

A Carmelite and a prophet.

Elisha was a prophet in the northern kingdom of Israel in the 800s BC. His moment of calling was rather mystical: Elisha was plowing a field with twelve yoke of oxen when his predecessor, Elijah, came along and placed his mantle over Elisha's shoulders―a symbol of a call to share in prophetic work. Elisha requested time to say farewell to his parents and then slew the oxen, gave the meat to the people, and joined Elijah.

Chapters 2 to 9 in 2 Kings hold the bulk of the many extraordinary stories surrounding Elisha. After a miraculous crossing of the Jordan River, Elisha watched in amazement as Elijah was suddenly taken to heaven on a fiery chariot. Elisha then took Elijah's cloak and repeated the miracle Elijah had just displayed of striking the cloak upon the water, causing the river to split open.

Also included in these chapters are many other mystical accounts that demonstrate how powerfully the spirit of God was with Elisha: he cleansed bad waters in Jericho, miraculously provided water to Israelite soldiers suffering from dire thirst, inexplicably procured oil for a poor widow, purified poisoned stew, squelched attacks, predicted future events, and more.

One of Elisha's more popular marvels involves a military commander from the kingdom of Aram named Naaman. Naaman suffered from leprosy and heard of Elisha's powers. The commander went to the prophet and was stunned that Elisha told him to wash seven times in the Jordan River, for Naaman felt that other rivers had purer waters. Reluctantly, after some urging from his servants, the commander did as he was told and was completely healed.

Astonishingly, yet another miraculous event surrounding Elisha occurred shortly after his death. A man had died, and while his friends were burying him, they noticed a raiding band heading their way. They quickly tossed the man’s dead body into the grave of Elisha, whereupon the man promptly returned to life.

The Carmelite Order, mindful of its origin on Mount Carmel, with the liturgical celebration of the great Prophets Elijah and Elisha, intends to perpetuate the memory of their presence and of their works. This is why in the year 1399, the Carmelite General Chapter decreed the celebration of the feast of Saint Elisha. In our time, the Prophet gives effective witness of the prophetic charism by means of fidelity to the true God and the service to his people.

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Crushing Insecurities

Pairing: Jeff Hardy x Fem Reader

Summary: After seeing Jeff chatting with a fellow coworker, Aliayah, the reader, his girl, becomes very insecure, her fear turning into anger which becomes obvious. Jeff notices and finally finds out what's wrong, letting her know that he loves no other woman but her...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by: @hungmanhorsecarriage (I hope you enjoy it, love!)

Word Count: 1399

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

Seeing Jeff with Aliyah never made me feel so insecure in my whole life. There was always this fear in the back of my head that he wouldn't want me anymore and go for a fresh, new hot girl.

I didn't let Jeff see that it bothered me and after a bit, that fear turned into some anger. Backstage, getting ready for a match, I saw her. My eyes couldn't help but look with disgust, sparking that anger.

Jeff just came back for his match, making me jump in my chair when his hand landed on my shoulder:

"You alright, baby girl?" He wondered, noticing the look in my eyes.

"I'm fine," I lied, standing up and kissing him, making sure Aliyah saw,

"I'll be right back as soon as I'm done."

"Alright," He sighed, knowing me too well and knowing that I was lying.

If that wasn't enough, my aggression in the ring proved it. The match was pointless, so I turned it into a squash match, about making my opponent one with the ring mat. Adrenaline made it easy, winning my match in less than ten minutes.

The attitude beaming off of me made everyone back away, getting glares and when I saw Aliyah again, all I thought about was squashing her, untying my boots, and kicking them off in the locker room, it knocking over some stuff.

In the bathroom, water was running, Jeff calling out, "Everything alright out there?"

"Peachy!" I scoffed, shaking off my knee pads.

"Your match wasn't very long," He noted, just for me to snap back:

"Was an easy match."

"Come in here," He demanded; At first, I rolled my eyes, but I listened, walking in to see a wonderful sight.

It boosted my mood a little to see him naked, under the showerhead; his face paint slowly washing off. Those stunning eyes of his still found mine, slicking his hair back when he said:

"Tell me what's wrong, baby."

Biting my lip, I looked away. I didn't plan on budging and that was obvious to him. So, he hit me with the one thing I couldn't resist and that was him. How his eyes went from serious to sexy, wet hair falling down his face, hand sliding down his stomach and finding his cock that was hardening, stroking it softly.

"Take them clothes off and come here," He commanded, "You know that I always know how to make you feel better."

"Why can I never say no to you?" I whispered, stripping out of my gear, water warm just how I liked it.

Jeff went right after me, skin against skin, letting the water run over me for a bit while his hands traveled along my backside, turning me around so I was against the wall, some kisses along my neck when he asked:

"You gonna tell me what's wrong, now?"

"I don't want to think about it," I attempted, hand going for his cock to distract myself, but he stopped me, saying:

"Ah-ah, no. Tell me what's wrong. I hate seeing you like this."

"When I saw you talking to that new girl," I admitted, looking down, "It just made me feel insecure. I'm not hot or anything special and seeing that made me scared."

"You better stop lying,' He scolded, holding my chin, his gaze deep, "You are the woman I love for a reason. A goddess, the most beautiful, amazing woman in this world. There's no need to be scared of anything. I ain't going anywhere, baby."

Jeff did truly, always know how to make me feel better, putting a brighter smile on my face, "I'm grateful that I have a woman like you, right here in front of me. Naked too."

That made me giggle, with that stress off my shoulders, I took the driver seat, turning him so that he was against the wall, smirking, "Well then, let me remind you of another reason why I am your woman."

"Feel free," He smirked, hand already in my hair when I fell to my knees, being kind and fixing the showerhead so that it was only on him, not afraid to make some noise while my mouth closed around his cock, sucking hard and deep throating him from the beginning.

I could taste the pre-cum already, sucking his tip hard and stroking the rest of his shaft while I was catching my breath, just to immediately have his entire cock down my throat again, throat flexing around it when I chuckled at him whispering:

"That's a damn good reason. Damn, baby."

Looking up at him and seeing his reactions to how fast my head could bob up and down, all the water falling down onto his body, wet hair down his face. It made me work harder, till I heard him chuckle:

"Trying to get me to cum and I haven't even got to the best part?"

"Tell me what the best part it is," I smirked, kissing his tip before I stood up.

"You know damn well it's that pussy," He chuckled, smacking my ass with some force, getting me fired up just like it always did.

"What are you waiting for then?" I teased, standing over his cock, rubbing myself against him so he could feel the wetness that wasn't from the water, that alone having my nerves bundle up.

I had my turn and I gladly let Jeff have his, doing one of his favorites and returning the favor from when I threw him into the wall, but had my chest against it, picking up my right leg, knowing the right position to let his cock stretch me wide, a swift thrust filling all the way up to my sweet spot.

"Amazes me how you squeeze me so hard, every time," He whispered in my ear, reaching to turn the knob and heat up the water, lifting up his head to get rid of the rest of his face paint, the water making another spank sting a little, getting another swift thrust.

"With the things you do to me, it's inevitable," I moaned, rocking back a little, "Now, how about a little less talking and a little more fucking?"

Jeff laughed loudly, hitting me with a rough thrust, grunting with a few more, growing faster, "Fuck you like that?"

"Mhmm," I hummed, feeling the steam building up around us, thankful for his support because he had me ready to slip and fall already.

It felt like he added to it a little on purpose, legs shaking uncontrollably when his hand reached around my thigh, finger finding my clit and rubbing it, in tempo with his thrusts, his voice growing deep when he growled in my ear:

"And to think you were scared. No need to be scared. There's only one woman I love and it's you."

"I love you too, Jeff," I moaned, smacking the wall when his tip hit my sweet spot hard, walls clenching tight and he loved the feeling, hitting it a little harder, getting a better stance, and moving faster.

Jeff made my orgasm come running after me if the water wasn't hot enough, more heat trapped in my body. Only he could make me sweat in the shower, moans and babbles coming out without thought.

"Jeff!" I gasped, feeling my orgasm almost there, "Faster, baby. Faster."

"Cuming already?" He chuckled, but listened, holding both of my hips, pulling me down onto his cock to meet his hips.

"Yeahhh," I whined, both hands on the wall, rocking back into him, almost screaming when I felt my stomach hit, tensing up, legs shaking worse than before, so close to being there, "It right there, baby."

"You got it," He cooed, fingers going after my clit again and pushing me further, "Cum, baby. Cum."

With a sharp whine, I began to fall down, but Jeff pulled my hips down and kept them pinned, pushing me up against the wall, panting in my ear while my walls spasmed and slick drenched his cock, being worked up from earlier making his cock throb hard, orgasm more intense when his clashed with mine.

"You have always listened well," He chuckled, kissing me softly, having a languid thrust, "Won't even let me go."

"You saying that like it's a bad thing?" I joked, smiling more when he kissed:

"Never a bad thing."

[goaskbarnes]

Grumpy Sergeant

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter x Reader (platonic)

Summary/Request: Ooo we can request???? Maybe reader being best friends with Peter and Bucky getting super jealous because he wants to date reader but thinks Peter is her boyfriend 🤷🏻‍♀️ via anonymous

Warnings: jealous!Bucky, language, fluffy ending

Words: 1399

Authors Notes: Thank you so much for this request! Really hope I did justice and you like it anon! ☺️ the dumb side of me didn’t know if you meant Peter Parker or Peter Quill 🙈

If only that phrase Sam used often ‘if looks could kill they would be dead by now’ was true, then Bucky wouldn’t be here worrying about Peter.

Bucky has been watching the two of you hang out almost everyday for the past couple of days. You’re one of his best friends and knew if something was going on you might have said something, but since you haven’t, Bucky can’t ignore the annoying nagging feeling in the back of his mind.

You look far too comfortable in each other’s presence for anything to be platonic. Peter was constantly touching your arm or you would laugh at his really ridiculous jokes that weren’t even close to funny. Bucky didn’t understand it, and as the days went on, he thought more about it. The more he thought about it, the more moody he became.

Bucky’s had a thing for you for some time now, you’re his ray of sunshine on a rainy day. And since Peter has been in the picture, you’ve kind of disappeared from his routine and he doesn’t like that, he doesn’t like that at all.

“Do you want a drink?” You ask Peter, standing up from the couch and stretching your arms above your head. Your shirt rises up, and Bucky notices Peter’s eyes on your exposed skin.

“Oh! Yes, can I have some ice water?” He licks his dry lips and focuses on something else. You nod and practically skip into the kitchen area.

“Hi Bucky!” You cheerfully say, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek, something you do all too often. Bucky smirks when he sees Peter looking at your interaction.

“Hi Y/N. It feels like it’s been a long, long time since I saw you.” He says, tapping his metal fingers against the marble counter. His eyes follow you around the kitchen, and watches you prepare two glasses of ice water. You’re taken aback by him using your name, usually he would give you one of his infamous pet names - your favourite being ‘sugar’ or ‘sweetheart’.

“We should hang out soon.” You say, dunking some ice into the glasses.

Bucky grunts in response, knowing full well that’s not going to happen any time soon. You don’t think to question the grunt, it wasn’t unusual for Bucky to have off days.

A couple more days pass and Bucky’s moods just deteriorate even further to the point he’s snapping at Steve almost constantly. The recent snap was in the gym, Bucky was getting pissed off with Steve’s orders on what to do.

“I know what to fucking do! Do you think I’m some kind of idiot?” Bucky rages, throwing the dumbbell down on the ground that it echoed off an horrific hang against the four grey walls.

Steve shakes his head, he’s used to his friend’s outbursts by now. But this was something else.

“What is wrong with you? Are you having nightmares again?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and is about to give it to Steve when the sound of your laughter fills his ear as you step into the gym with… surprise… Peter on your tail.

“And that’s what I said!” Peter finishes his story with a laugh. Your hand is on your chest from laughing too much.

Steve quickly connects the door and pats his friend on the shoulder.

“You know, it’s not what it looks like, right?” Steve asks in a hushed voice.

“And how would you know that?” Bucky frowns, his body language suggesting he’s about to implode with rage.

“I just do.” Steve shrugs and Bucky wants to punch the smug grin off his face. You catch his eye as you skip past the super soldiers. The tension is thick in the air that it’s almost suffocating you.

“Everything okay?” You ask, wrapping your earphones around your neck and shifting your focus from one soldier to the other. Steve shrugs while Bucky seems uninterested in your presence. Since that day in the kitchen, he’s been more and more distant with you.

“What’s it to you?” Bucky asks with a grunt. Again, you’re taken aback by his tone, making you step away and downcast your eyes to the floor. “And besides, your boyfriend over there is waiting for you.” He adds with a huff, your eyes widen in surprise but he’s already out of the door before you can correct him. You look back to Steve who offers an apologetic smile for Bucky’s mood, one you don’t accept because he couldn’t have gotten the information more wrong if he had tried.

Peter was your best friend and he was like a brother to you. It was strictly platonic, and you weren't about to lose Bucky because of some misinformation he may have heard.

You look back at Peter who is waiting for you by the treadmills, you smile and throw him your unopened bottle of water. “I’ll be back soon, I’ve got to go and talk to him.” You smile sadly and Steve offers words of encouragement.

Turning on your heels, you sprint after Bucky, unaware of where he could have gone, you grab the attention of Friday.

“Friday, where is Sergeant Barnes?” You head is turning in every direction, peeping through the glass windows of the doors on your way through the hallway.

“Sergeant Barnes is in his room.” Of course he would be. He spends most of his time there hiding away from other people, especially during one of Tony’s extravagant events.

You head straight to his room, not bothering to talk and find him with his head in his hands, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“I need to talk to you.” You say breathlessly from the running you just did to get here. Bucky looks up slowly and clasps his hands together before scoffing.

“I’m not the one you need relationship advice from. How come you never told me about him anyway?” You don’t appreciate the tone he’s using, treating you almost like a teenager who kept a relationship secret from their parents.

“Bucky… I’m not sure where you heard or who told you but it’s not what you think. Peter and I are just friends, that’s all we’ve ever been and that’s all we'll ever be. Peter is like my brother, and you’re- you-”

“I’m what?” Bucky asks standing from the bed and in front of you. His blue eyes seeping into yours and for a moment you forget where you are.

“You’re- you’re-.” It suddenly all clicked into place: his moods, his distancing, accusations that you were dating without asking you first. “You’re jealous.” A smile tugs at your lips and Bucky averts his gaze, something he regularly does when he’s been caught or is nervous.

“No I wasn’t.” He argues

“Yess you were. That’s why you were acting like a grumpy old man.” You tease, jabbing his chest and giggling. Your fingers squeeze his cheeks and laugh.

“Stop! Leave my cheeks alone. Anyway, why does it matter if I was jealous which by the way - I wasn’t.” He shifts on the balls of his feet and folds his arm.

“The real question is James, why were you jealous to begin with? Why did it matter to you if I was dating Peter which by the way - I’m not.” You mimic his words and grin.

He sighs in defeat and shakes his head. “Fine, I was jealous okay? But only because I’ve had a crush on you for a real long time and the thought of you in a relationship with someone else made me crazy because he wasn’t me. And it’s really selfish of me to act like that but-”

You cut his rambling off by pressing your lips to his and wrapping your arms around his neck, his folded arms digging into your chest and you smile against his lips when you pull away.

“Then you should have asked me out on a date instead of being so grumpy.”

“I’m not grum-” and each time an excuse flew from his lips, you would cut him off by kissing him until he finally sighed and rested his forehead against yours.

“Fine, will you go on a date with me then?” He rolls his eyes playfully, prompting you to do the same.

“Fine,” you mock with a smile. “Okay yes. If you stop being so jealous.”

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“Yes you were.”

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[kimoralov3]

One Bed

Requested by: @lucywrites02

Word Count: 1399

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female!reader

Warnings: Some swearing but I think that's it

You stood in front of the counter, focusing all your attention on cutting up the vegetables for tonight’s dinner. The sound of the door opening followed by 4 sets of footsteps pulled your attention away from the veggies. You took off your apron and hung it on the side of the fridge, walking to the living room to see what was going on.

“Auntie Y/N! Look who’s here!” Cass exclaimed as he pulled someone into the house with him. You looked up to see Sam Wilson, Sarah’s older brother, and your crush since the tenth grade. Most crushes only lasted a few months— a year at most, but your crush on Sam was different. It had been a few years since the last time you’d seen him, but your heart still fluttered when the two of you locked eyes.

“Hey Y/N, long time no see. How have you been?” Sam asked as he set his bag down on the table by the front door.

“I’ve been good, but it seems you’ve been doing way better than I am, Mr. Captain America.” You said with a smirk. Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Nothing gets past you, does it?” He joked. The two of you just stared and smiled at each other before Sarah cleared her throat. You turned around to see your best friend looking between you and her brother with a knowing look.

“Are the two of you just gonna stand there or are y’all gonna help with the rest of dinner?” She asked as she gestured towards the kitchen.

“Yes ma’am.” You said sarcastically as you followed her and Sam back into the kitchen. You stole one last glance at Sam before putting your apron back on and going back to cutting the vegetables.

—

“So Y/N, what have you been up to lately?” Sam asked as the two of you sat in the living room. You were on the left side of the couch with your feet tucked under you and a cup of tea and Sam was on the other end, his legs sprawled out in the leftover couch space. AJ and Cass had been put to bed by now and Sarah went to the docks to check something out, which just left you and Sam in the house. Basically alone.

“Nothing much; besides helping out Sarah I’ve mostly been working from home.” You explained as you took a sip of your tea.

“Oh yeah, Sarah told me that you’re writing a book. How’s that coming along?” He asked as he put his chin on his fist. You groaned, thinking of the headache that was your latest book. Sam chuckled at your response. “Guess that means it ain’t going so well. What are you having trouble with?”

“God, where do I start?” You began. Sam gave you a look that signaled for you to continue on. “Ok, so I’m supposed to be writing a romance novel, right? And you’d think that that would be the easiest thing ever, right? But it turns out that I’m literally the worst fucking person in the world to ask to write romance. I don’t have the best track record when it comes to dating, and I haven’t been on a date in like 4 years.” Going on a rant hadn’t been your intention, but it definitely helped you express your troubles.

Sam was quiet for a moment, just looking at you with a quirked brow. “Wow, seems like you need a break from this book. Do you have a deadline or something? I’m sure you can get like a week's break.”

“I would love to, but I’m pretty sure I’ve used up my extension time. I think all I need right now is a long night’s rest.” You said as I set the empty mug on the coffee table.

“Well, that rest can start now. I’ll sleep out here on the couch and you can take my bed.” Sam started to get up, but you gently grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.

“Don’t be silly; I should be the one to take the couch. You deserve to sleep in your own bed while you’re here.”

“Y/N, sleeping on the couch isn’t going to kill me. I’ll be fine.” Sam insisted.

“It just feels wrong to just kick you out of your own bed. I can sleep on the couch and still get a good night's rest.”

“You’re still just as stubborn, aren’t you?” Sam sighed. You just shrugged. Sam stared at you for a moment before an idea seemed to pop into his head. “Why don’t you sleep with me?” If you still had been drinking your tea, you either would’ve choked on it or spit it all out. That’s not how I imagined this conversation going.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” You asked, trying to keep your true emotions from slipping through your words.

“Why don’t you just sleep in the bed with me? That way neither of us has to sleep on the couch.” Sam explained.

You thought over the suggestion for a moment. On one hand, you and Sam had known each other for years; there’s no reason the two of you couldn’t share a bed for a night or two. On the other hand, you were madly in love with the man in front of you and didn’t know if you could handle being in the same bed as him.

“Y/N? You with me?” Sam asked as he waved his hand in your face. You blinked a few times before looking up at Sam.

“Yeah, sorry. Yeah, I guess that’ll work. You go on ahead, I need to go wash the dishes.” You swiftly made your way to the kitchen, not giving him the chance to respond. If you had stayed around a little longer, you would have seen the look of longing Sam gave you before he made his way to his room.

—

Usually cleaning made you upset, but washing the dishes right now was a way to help you clear your mind. It also helped to ground you for what was to come next. God, why am I being so dramatic? We’re just sharing a bed, it’s not like he’s proposing or anything.

You wiped down the counters, taking one last glance at everything before turning the light off and heading to Sam’s room. You slowly opened the door, not wanting to wake Sam up in case he was sleeping.

Sam was in fact, asleep— or at least you thought so. In reality, he’d been awake ever since you were washing dishes. He wanted to stay up and talk to you, but he could sense that you weren’t really in the mood for it. You curled up, facing away from him. Sam watched your back for a moment, taking note of your calculated breaths. He could tell that you were trying to seem normal, but you never were good at hiding your feelings. Especially from him.

Sam had known about your crush on him for a couple of years now. As said before, you do a shitty job at hiding your feelings. It was hard to miss the lingering looks or the touches that lasted just a bit longer than what was appropriate.

Of course, Sam had been obvious about his feelings for you as well— at least he thought he had been. Everything you’d been doing to him he’d been doing back, as well as flirting almost every time the two of you saw each other.

Lost in thought, Sam didn’t really realize that he had begun to put his arm around Y/N’s waist until he felt her tense up slightly underneath him. “Oh, sorry,” Sam said before pulling his arm away. You quickly grabbed his arm, putting it back where it was. Sam just looked at you before smiling, scooting closer, and shutting his eyes.

Confessions don’t always need to be spoken, sometimes you just know what the other wants.

—

“Sam, can you come help me—” Sarah began as she opened the door, but stopped once she saw the scene in front of her. You and Sam were all cuddled up with each other, the sheets all messed up and the cover hanging off the bed. She closed the door, smiling to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. Finally.

[shakespearenews]

To mark Midsummer's Day (24 June), we're taking a look at one of the sources for William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, as illustrated in some of the British Library's manuscripts — the legend of Pyramus and Thisbe.

You may be familiar with Shakespeare's play-within-a-play in Act V of The Dream, in which a band of 'mechanicals', played by Bottom and others, re-enact the tale of Pyramus and Thisbe. A Midsummer Night's Dream was written most probably in the 1590s — the First Quarto was published in 1600 — but the 'mini-play' featuring the parts of Pyramus, Thisbe, the Prologue, the Lion, Moonshine and the Wall has much older origins...

...Geoffrey Chaucer in The Legend of Good Women (1380s) and John Gower in his Confessio Amantis, composed at the request of King Richard II (1377–1399), rendered the tale of Pyramus and Thisbe for the first time in English.

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acts of kindness | 1934 | fluff

every year, you bake christmas cookies for your friends. after seeing a sad draco malfoy sitting alone, you can’t help but give him your last batch despite him being your enemy.

coming clean | 1840 | angst/fluff

blaise is draco’s best friend and also your brother. little does he know, you’ve been dating draco for months and are now pregnant with his child

caught in the act | 1562 | smut

professor umbridge has passed decree number 23, ruling that boys and girls must stay 6 inches apart at all times. draco doesn’t feel like following the rules.

silver rings | 1626 | fluff

modern world au! you discover on tiktok how to make silver wire rings and attempt to teach draco. overnight, draco develops a new obsession.

rough day | 1399 | fluff

after a rough day of classes and preparing for your o.w.l. exams, draco malfoy comforts you.

to build a home | 1483 | fluff

after the battle of hogwarts, you and draco run off in effort to protect yourselves. you both find an abandoned home and renovate it to build a home.