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dollyhyuckii · 1 month ago

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹- 𝘀.𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝘀⋆୨୧˚

word count- 924 ♡

content- bf s.coups! x reader! ♡

genre: fluff ♡

warnings- kissing/everything is in lowercase on purpose ♡

୨୧˚authors note -this is for the seventeen drabble week! , you can read all of them here!

as the early morning sunlight poured through the window, casting a golden glow over the small apartment, s.coups stirred awake. it was just another hectic thursday, or so he thought. the buzz of his phone jolted him from his sleepy haze. his boss had sent a flurry of emails, each one a urgent reminder of deadlines looming. today was going to be chaotic, but today also held something special, something that would change everything.

you still slept peacefully next to him, your hair splayed across the pillow, a serene smile resting on her lips. s.coups heart swelled with affection. he had planned this day for weeks, and as much as he dreaded the work that awaited him, his mind was solely focused on the evening ahead. he was determined to make it perfect.

after a rushed breakfast and a frantic scramble to get dressed, s.coups stepped out into the crisp autumn air. the city buzzed around him, a symphony of honking cars, people chatting , and the distant sound of construction. he walked quickly, weaving through the throngs of people, his mind racing with thoughts of you and his future together.

the clock ticked relentlessly, and between meetings and deadlines, he couldn’t shake the sense of urgency building inside him. he had to find that rin, the perfect symbol of his love, before the date night began. it was all he could think about as he glanced at his watch repeatedly, willing the hours to pass more quickly.

finally , with a few hours to spare, s.coups heart raced as he approached the small jewelry store nestled between two bustling cafes. the bell above the door chimed softly as he entered, greeting him with the comforting scent of polished wood and fresh flowers.

“can I help you?” asked a friendly salesperson, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“im looking for an engagement ring,” he replied, trying to sound calm despite the butterflies dancing in his stomach.

“of course! do you have any preferences?” she asked, guiding him toward a display of shimmering diamonds and colorful gemstones.

s.coups scanned the selections, imagining how each ring might look on your finger. he wanted something classic yet unique, just like you. after what felt like an eternity, he spotted it, a delicate rose gold band adorned with a petite diamond that sparkled with a fiery brilliance, reminiscent of your bright personality. “this one,” he said, feeling a rush of excitement.

once the purchase was complete, he tucked the small box into his pocket, his heart racing with anticipation. thoughts of their favorite spot, the quiet little Italian restaurant where they had shared countless laughs and moments, filled his mind. tonight would be special.

as the sun dipped below the horizon, s.coups hurried home, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in his chest. he quickly showered, changed into his nice clothes, and decided to surprise you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers , sunflowers. they symbolized adoration and loyalty, a perfect representation of how he felt.

when he arrived at the restaurant, the familiar aroma of garlic bread and marinara sauce enveloped him, instantly making him feel at ease. the space was intimate and filled with soft, romantic music. you were already seated at their usual corner table, your eyes lighting up when you saw him.

“hey baby.. you look beautiful !” he said, placing the flowers in front of you.

“they’re beautiful, love.. thank you!” you leaned in and kissed his cheek, you’re warmth melting away the stress of the day. you both chatted and laughed, enjoying the meal, but s.coups mind was elsewhere. as the main course came to an end, he felt the time drawing near.

“baby.., can we take a walk?” he suggested, his voice slightly shaky.

“yes , of course!” you replied, excitedly. the crisp evening air felt refreshing as you both strolled hand in hand along the twinkling streets, the world buzzing around them.

finally, you both reached the small park that held so many memories, picnics, late

night talks, and laughter echoing beneath the stars. s.coups heart raced as he turned to face you, the moment he had been waiting for finally upon him.

“my love , there’s something i need to tell you,” he started, his voice steadying. “you mean everything to me, and i can’t imagine my life without you.”

he knelt on one knee, retrieving the small box from his pocket. the world seemed to fade away as he opened it, revealing the stunning ring that glimmered in the moonlight.

“baby, will you marry me?”

your hands flew to your mouth in shock, tears brimming in your eyes. “oh my gosh! yes! yes, of course!”

s.coups slid the ring onto your finger, his hands trembling, and as soon as it was in place, you fell into each other’s arms. both of your lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, all the tension and excitement of the day melting away. it wasn’t just a kiss, it was the kind that spoke volumes, where words couldn’t. you both lost yourself’s in each other, hands roaming, hearts pounding.

you pulled back for a moment, your forehead resting against his, both of your breaths ragged as you both smiled through the tears. “i love you,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“i love you too,” you replied, his heart swelling with joy and relief.

you both stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing again, the city fading away around them. in that moment, nothing else mattered. it was just the two of you, your love.

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si3nn4 · 4 months ago

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Comfort

"Don't touch that, it's dirty." Katsuki's harsh tug pulled you back from the small stray cat, making you stumble. His eyes were fierce, his grip firm as he tried to protect you from something he saw as a threat.

"No. It's cute." You protested, your voice small but determined. You tried to step forward again, drawn to the innocence of the little creature. But Katsuki's grip on your hand tightened, his resolve unyielding.

"So many fucking people. Disappear from my side and you can find another ride back home, okay?"

You scoffed in annoyance but still reached for his hand, pulling your handbag close. The crowds pressed in from all sides, an overwhelming tide of noise and movement. But Katsuki's grip on you tightened, a silent promise of protection in the chaos. You couldn't help but feel comfort in his arms.

Cheers and applause erupted from all sides, yet your attention was solely on the gorgeous man in front of you. The room was filled with family and friends, their faces blurred in the background of your happiness. Whispers of "I love you" and small kisses of adoration warmed your entire being, making your heart race.

The cool touch of the gold band on your finger created a stark contrast to the warmth in your heart. The sight of your wedding, adorned in white and rose gold, felt like a dream come true. The flowers, the lights, the soft music—it was all perfect.

As your newly wedded husband held you with the same firmness he had as a child, you marvelled at the journey you both had taken. The same hands that had held you from a young age now rested firmly on your waist, a testament to your enduring bond. You could see the love in his eyes, a depth of emotion that took your breath away.

But now, now as you sat there all drenched you were terrified.

The rain pattered down, a relentless rhythm that matched the pounding of your heart. Sirens blared in the distance, yet the noise was dulled as you stared at the sight in your arms. The world seemed to move in slow motion, each second stretching into an eternity.

"Love." Your grip tightened as you cradled the injured body of your husband, desperation in your voice. His blood stained your clothes, warm and sticky, and your tears mixed with the rain, falling onto his pale face.

It was terrifying. The same strong hands that had protected, loved, and caressed you now lay cold and still in your palm. You sobbed, your body shaking with the force of your grief. The golden ring on his hand seemed warmer than his touch, a cruel reminder of the life you had planned together.

A broken, desperate repetition of his name did nothing to wake him. "Katsuki, please," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Stay with me. Don't leave me." But Katsuki lay motionless in your arms, his eyes closed, his chest still.

The memories of your time together flashed through your mind—his fierce protectiveness, his rough tenderness, his unwavering presence. The way he would scowl and grumble but always, always be there for you. The way he loved you with a passion that burned as brightly as the sun.

All you could do was hold him with the same warmth he had always given you, hoping against hope that it would be enough to bring him back. "Love," you whispered again, your voice breaking.

You clung to him, your heart breaking with each passing moment, the rain washing away the last remnants of your dream. So you closed your eyes, hoping that this moment would pass and your past would return.

#𝜗𝜚 rambles #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #katsuki #mha #bakugou x reader #my hero academia #angst #end of break #im backkk #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki x reader #mha bakugou

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months ago

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I Am Flesh and I Am Bone (Like Glitter & Gold)

Summary || You and Estarossa live together, but in the last few days from within the comfort of your own home, the demon has figured out he is more human than he think he is. A/N: once in a blue moon, I'm motivated enough to write something decent out of my own brain. Yes this is domestic, sue me.

His bed head was both feasible and, quite frankly, hilarious to you. The demon let out a low groan as he sat at the table, eyes flickering with darkness.

He lets out another groan, yet this one seemed to resemble a pleased one.

"You gonna keep staring, my love?"

You let out a short laugh, lips almost puffing out. Leading your own way to the wooden and round table, you pat his head full of silver hair once you reach him, feeling the warmth radiating from his being. Hearing a content hum rumble from his throat. Then your hand cradled his jawline, the patch of stubble that added so dearly to his charm. You wished you could keep staring, for forever.

Or to put it more adequately; for eternity. You weren't sure of the potential lifespan that demons had, royal or not.

"You just looked a little more handsome," You commented with an almost snide grin. "-Is all." You added with a short nod. His eyebrows quirked, both amused and curious.

"Is that so?" He replied, leaning forward, his height yet towering yours. Lips almost close enough to kiss.

"Maybe I should mess up my hair a little more often." Estarossa postulates, his lips tugged into that familiar smile, even in battle or out of it - he always was amused with the rarity of things.

Especially now, that is what it was.

"Maybe." Your head lifted in a stout energy outburst, meeting his lips with your own. Captured in a kiss, yet not long, the two of you pulled back. You watched as Estarossa sat back down, rolling his right shoulder, the clavicle and scapula beneath his tanned skin and stretched, unwelcome as you watched his face cross with pain.

Your features contort in slight worry, "That wound of yours isn't getting any better... is it?"

He lets out a hum, lifting his head, Estarossa doesn't really like keeping things from you. The man's facial features seemed to soften, impossibly. Albeit he knows well enough not to lie about it either, so he simply nods in a manner, 'no'

You sigh, scrambling over over to a row of cabins, and opening a door that holds the supply of bandages and the like.

Normally, Estarossa was capable of healing all his wounds and injuries, but one of his latest and unintentional bouts, keyword; unintentional — Had left him with a wound that was hard to heal, and had to deal with it at the pace of the average human healing process.

His eyes watched your movements, seeing you take out a fresh wrap of bandages. He sighs wistfully, knowing what came next.

You nod your head, gesturing for him to take off his sweater, which was so perfectly rolled up at his elbows. The muscles straining against the band of the rolled up sleeves, you were gonna miss that for a time.

Estarossa could do nothing else but comply with your order, taking off his sweater. He folded it up, setting it down on the wooden round table. His tired eyes flit carefully to yours as you come straight to him, each step on pilot.

His skin was perfectly adorned, the sun adored his body, letting it grow into the utmost importance. Yet it was right there, sitting at the top of his sternum and crawling right back into the blade of his collarbone, then ended back at the end of his shoulder blade. The blood had dried up for the most part, but it was still raw enough that if touched, it would elicit quite a pained shock.

You sighed a quiet breath of relief, that he had listened to you and not disobeyed your, at the time -- meek orders when you had first seen the wound at the time.

"Goddamn." You murmured, tentatively breaking the silence. Unwrapping the fresh bandages, you began getting to work.

The sun rose sky high, yet the mist rose true to shrouding you both from any unwanted eyes, it was at your request that you had preferred not to be found. So he complied, summoning one of the best spells he knew to keep the two of you hidden.

Estarossa let out a chuckle in response, "That bad darling?" You shook your head, almost stammering, then pursed your lips as you fell into thought. You needed to focus, first and foremost so that you wouldn't mess up your work.

His brow raised, almost amused at your stammering. A characteristic which was rare in the few, but unique enough to understand it was you alone, that had made it so adorable to Estarossa.

You ushered him to raise his right arm, to which he complied once more without argument. Then, you wrapped around the bandages, the amount of space that his large wound had taken up on his arm, then you pushed it back down somewhat. You tapped his neck once, "Is it okay?-"

"No need to ask," He uttered, the demon's eyes flitted to yours for a brief moment, then back straight ahead into the space before him as he closed his eyes.

So you took the invitation, carefully going around his neck, taking the wrapping off of a decency that he still had room to breathe. Then wrap it around a few times before you have finally cut off the wrapping. Giving it a once over, you patted his shoulder - "It's not the best, but it should hold up for, uh, now." You gave utterance too, watching as he lifted up his head, a large hand raised and rested, resting his head against the posted stand of his hand.

"You're too sweet for me." He drawled, opening his eyes with a small grin, you scoffed with a shake of your head at his comment. Now taking your own seat, and crossing your arms.

"In any case, it seems to be healing up okay enough." You affirmed with a coarse but firm expression, raising your hand as you spoke.

Estarossa lets out a low laugh, "Yeah, it ought to."

Truth be told, he wanted to get hurt a thousand more times like this if it meant that he would get this side from you. To be closer with you, and it was such a wonderful feeling, something he hadn't often felt in his long life.

He blinked for a few moments, to think of a subject, but then it finally came to mind as the light-bulb had brightened.

"Any new personal projects?" He asked, his voice seemed to carry a baritone of tiredness, but equal in curiosity about you specifically. You shrugged your shoulders, trying to truly craft a half-way decent answer to his question. Which in truth, had nearly short-circuited your brain, as you had been staying up so far late into the night in the last few days.

You rested your head against your hand, then sat back straight up, "Well not really, but, I did start a new book." His brows lifted, a more gentle expression of curiosity, a way to encourage you to continue talking about the subject.

So you delved further, "It's basically a lot about our world, Britannia."

The summary of the book of which you had spoken about, mostly consisted of conspiring and wars, to take down an evil tyrant king. But you had more so delved into the characterization of each of the characters themselves, which he had come to recognize as you being extremely analytical and nitpick any piece of information that you had been given.

With each word spilling about your mouth, he simply was content, even in the past if he had been so used to garnering allies for stupendous results and nefarious purposes; Estarossa always had a habit of taking his time, and watching things play out. It seemed he didn't really completely suppress that habit, because you seemed to be so happy about spilling things of your new object of interest. He couldn't find it in himself to interrupt, though, he only interrupted if he asked a question about one piece of information or the other.

Otherwise it was quite interesting, and rather nice to hear you talk. Against the reality of such a dark world, truly a bright spot he could find conceivable in the dark was you alone. Estarossa wondered how long he could live this life with you in peace.

Even way back to his youth he had yearned for something more beyond just being a war killing machine, with each passing moment however, he had only one derelict goal. That was to prove himself to Meliodas, the former leader of the once existing Ten Commandments. He was once quite the crybaby as many would often call him, barely able to even kill a little bug.

But sure enough, he didn't find the need to kill. Well, within time he had been stopped and proven that he didn't even need to kill, unless deemed necessary to do so.

It was odd really, he wasn't as monstrous or dangerous as he made himself out to be. Deemed to be a strange man, that he knew, but he never really was a true demon.

He was just merely a figment of one whole identity, someone who should've never existed in the first place. Especially his own name, that wasn't real either. But here he was now, defying the fates of existence against all odds. Estarossa was still here, with you, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be. In which case, was the very best thing, because everything about you: was an absolute treasure he'll forever cherish for the rest of his eternal existence. Depending on how long he is meant to live for the matter.

Estarossa was a man garnered from flesh and bone, stealing one body and walking amongst the valley of kings. Shadow of men who stake their lives on dreams, and once had pondered his life. For what he was, but it was there, a fire glimmering in the depths of what was once his cold-misted soul, a forest snowed on and covered, strayed in the dark.

It was an internal state of pondering, his mind had always strayed to that valley of golden fields, seated deeply in the isles of the Celestial Realms.

Then he met you, one day out in the sticks of the old lands of Britannia. Way over 3,000 years ago, which admittedly was quite a long time in retrospect when he thought about it. However, it seemed you took him by the horns and threw around his life for the better. Even if he wasn't completely there at the time due to... other matters, he deeply appreciates the notion.

"Rossa?"

He blinked for a few moments, then let a small smile take his lips. "Sorry doll; I was lost in thought."

A look of contempt crosses your face, almost in disbelief, but up-endedly, you sighed. You couldn't really stay angry at Estarossa for long, "If we didn't know each other as long as we did, I would've punched you for not listening."

He feigns a look of hurt, pressing a tanned hand against his chest. "I am offended, who would want to hurt this handsome ol' face?" Estarossa said, but then a small brief expression of hilarity cracks against his feigned-hurt demeanor.

You shook your head at his antics, a small smile spreading on your face. Estarossa notices this, mumbling a quick reassurance of success of getting you to crack once again.

"Hm," You mumble, resting your head on the wooden surface of the round table. He tilts his head in stout curiosity, opting to rest his hand over yours, which had been strewn and laid out against the length of the table.

Your eyes shot to his when you had felt the warmth pressing into the cold centers of your nerves, sensing the worry that he had for you. Which you had duly appreciated, "I'm fine, Estarossa."

"Have you been getting any sleep?" He shot back, leaning forward almost to gain eye level with you. The demon, once fearless and quite the killer, was showing concern for you, of all people.

Sure, you've known him since way back. But this was different, like he had adapted a completely new personality, but not so completely different. As if he had been changing, there was a process of change, and you were so busy with; integration, the sleepless nights, and among other things — that you didn't notice it at all.

There wasn't a crack of impatience on his face either, "I-"

But you caved, you were sure, that he would see through your weak facade of awakeness. So you just simply gave him a weak nod, "No, not really."

That settled things then, Estarossa tentatively removed your hand from his own, and stood up, the chair groaning as it had been freed from the weight (it still stood so mighty and strong, how surprising). Your weary eyes lifted as you watched him take only a mere two steps toward you, hooking his hands right onto your waist.

"Mind standin' up for me darl?" He asked, you wondered why, but you couldn't find it in yourself to protest. So you went along with it, standing up as you found your back hitting his chest.

Then with a grunt, he heaved you into a bridal carry, and yet again your head hit against the threshold of his chest. He was startlingly warm for someone who seemed to appear cold at times; in battle or outside of it.

"Where are you taking me?" You asked, though you most likely knew the answer to the already insipid question. He shoots you a small smile, something akin to that of a cat.

as if it were his way of saying, 'You'll know.'

Estarossa didn't stop walking until he reached all the way to your bedroom, the comforting odd air smacking your nose as he opened the door. Then walked right on over to your bed, plopping you down right on it which elicited a pavlovian response from you; laughing as he had done so.

The mattress was soft, and rather comforting. Like a hug, to cherish and shield you from the world.

Then Estarossa takes his place on the top of you, like a straight log. You let out a breathless giggle as he kissed your face all over, but once he stopped, he just flopped down again.

"Try to fall asleep doll," He mumbled, "Otherwise you'll never escape me." He announced in a small voice, an even smaller grin on his face.

You shook your head at his antics, same as usual, but...

Truly, Estarossa was showing concern for you.

He would always hear you.

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chaosclimber · 7 months ago

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shop assistant

Emily kept the smile firmly fixed in place as she watched the man in front of her vacillate. Engagement rings were always a long sales pitch, but at least this one seemed to know his partner’s taste. She only wished he would take her concerns about budget seriously–but then, that was fairly standard for the men she’d helped thus far. As if feeling her patient stare, the tall, pale goth glanced up from the displays and at her.

God, his eyes were gorgeous. Whoever he was shopping for was a lucky girl.

“You need not hover over me. I will be some time making this decision–it has to be exactly right.”

Wow. Someone certainly talked like a period drama. Emily dialed her Customer Service Smile up another notch. “Alright, well, I won’t be far if you need me. Please, don’t hesitate to ask.” With that, she gracefully departed for the main sales counter, where Eric was wrapping up a sale with a perky blonde.

“Hey, Em, is your guy who I think he is?”

Emily rolled her eyes. Eric was constantly thinking people here were celebrities. It never actually panned out to be true, but it didn’t stop him from speculating. She honestly couldn't care less, though. As far as she was concerned, celebrities were just people. There was no need to make a fuss over them–and she wouldn’t, even if this turned out to be whoever Eric was thinking of. “Probably not, but tell me who you think it is anyway. I know it’ll eat at you if you don’t say it.”

“I think that’s one of the Aeturnus family. They’re like...Vanderbilt rich. Old money. Hell, I think if you go far enough back, they’ve got some royal blood from some European country or other…”

“Well, that would explain why he just waved me off when I asked about the budget.” She shrugged. She wasn’t sure she believed it, but there was something just a little off about Tall, Pale, and Gorgeous. And there always seemed to be something with that level of wealth. She would count herself lucky he still treated sales people with respect. She shrugged it off, gossipping with Eric about the tech store across the street–rumor had it the owner was trying to romance one of their employees and not being particularly subtle about it. The employee was into it, but literally everyone else around them was not.

It was a half-hour later that the man approached her. “There is one which will do nicely with a bit of customization.” He must have seen her open her mouth to talk about the budget once more, because he held up a hand. “Money is no object, I promise.”

“Alright. Let’s see what we can do.” They walked back to the display case, and he pointed out one of the thicker wedding bands marketed towards men. The one he chose was lovely, with a deep red wood polished to a shine. The outside was rose gold–and that, it seemed, was the problem.

“The rose gold does not quite suit my partner’s taste. Perhaps white gold could be arranged.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Of course. Are there any other alterations you’d like to make?”

“I…” The hesitation seemed…out of character. Whatever the request was, it was clearly the emotional heart of the matter. Emily silently vowed to see it through, no matter what. “...I would like an engraving on the inside.”

“Of what?”

“I’ve written it out.” He pulled a folded paper out of his pocket. On it was a delicate script, in Latin. Amor Aeturnus Est. Love is eternal.

“Would you prefer a regular cursive script, or shall we replicate your handwriting?”

There was a blink, the only outward sign of his surprise. “You can do that?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then, by all means, please.”

“Very well, Mr…” She prompted. Was she fishing for Eric’s sake? Maybe. But she would never hear the end of it if she didn’t at least ask the name. He smiled–only barely, but that was a contrast to his previously neutral expression. “Aeturnus…for now. We shall be hyphenating.”

The rest of the transaction ran smoothly. As soon as Mr. Aeturnus left, Eric all but bounced over to Emily’s station. “How did it go? What is he like?”

Emily rolled her eyes. “He’s normal, Eric. He’s just a guy, buying a ring for his partner.” Even as she spoke, there was a soft smile on her face. She hoped that Mr. Aeturnus’s partner liked the ring–there was a lot of heart that went into choosing it.

As if reading her thoughts, Eric kept on badgering her. “Was it a good ring? Please tell me he picked a good ring, I can’t stand it when rich people have no taste…”

“It will be once his customization is done.”

“Awesome~”

@domaystic All the prompt fills are cross posted to AO3

#the sandman #dreamling #dream of the endless #domaystic2024 #outsider pov #my fic #house at pooh corner

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waterdeep-weavemoss · 5 months ago

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Soul

Thank you @sorceresssundries for sending Young and Beautiful as a prompt! It's a beautiful song, I hope you enjoy this. 💜

'Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will.' - Lana Del Rey, Young and Beautiful

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His first engagement gift to her was a white gold ring adorned with a pear cut diamond, huge and sparkling, haloed with tiny amethysts. The band twined prettily like strands of Weave, and engraved on the inside in his own hand were the words: ‘I found divinity in you.’ Tav received it via courier, opening the door in her home just off Heapside Strand to see the poor dragonborn woman obscured by armfuls of blooms: blue irises, red roses, massive clouds of peonies and bright purple anemones, even cascades of delicate wisteria.

‘Someone must absolutely adore you!’ the woman gushed, her copper scales gleaming in the morning light. ‘When you’ve taken all these, love, there’s something else for you. There’s a vase here, too- do you want me to help you arrange these?’

‘Oh! That would be wonderful,’ said Tav. ‘Thank you.’ She backed inside for the lady to pass and spied the vase. It was a work of art; a sculptural piece of rose quartz veined with gold. Bringing it carefully inside, she set it by her reading nook, filled it with water, and watched as the courier carefully arranged them. The sight of them brought her such great joy she wanted to cry.

‘And one more thing. I was told to be incredibly careful with this,’ she said, smiling and reaching into her satchel. She withdrew a small box and an ornate letter on quality parchment. ‘Have a wonderful day!’

‘Bye,’ she said to her retreating back, closing the door slowly behind her. With trembling hands, she opened the letter.

My love, I know I proposed in haste. I had to, in truth. I was so terrified it would all be a dream and I’d wake, and you’d be gone. Not that I don’t trust you, of course. It’s more that you are so beyond even my most audacious dreams that I cannot believe you’re real. I hope you like what I chose for you. White gold for your complexion of course, a diamond for the pure beauty of your soul and the endless love I hold for you, and, if you’ll forgive me a little vanity, amethysts for myself. I would say more here but those things are best said in vows. I hope you like the flowers. I’ll tell you why I chose them, but those things are best said running my fingers through your hair, murmured softly into your waiting ear. I wish I could see your face… not long now. Still, being apart from you is torture. Here’s to eternity. Gale.

‘Oh,’ said Tav, blinking back tears and kissing his name on the parchment. ‘Gale, I adore you.’ She reached for the box and gasped at its contents. The most perfect ring, just as he’d described. It twinkled on her finger like a piece of the astral plane. She curled up in her favourite chair and wept tears of joy, wishing she could hold him.

His second gift arrived a week later. Tav opened the door to a cheerful dwarven man holding a sturdy basket in his arms. ‘Hello ma’am,’ he said, eyes twinkling in delight. ‘I’ve a gift for you from Mr Gale Dekarios. He gave me express instructions to deliver his gift to you personally. It’s important it’s opened indoors, in a secure area, and away from any fine furnishings. Ahem. He hopes you enjoy your gift. Blessings, ma’am.’ He handed the basket over and off he went with a cheery wave. Frowning in puzzlement, Tav took it inside and set it down in the kitchen, gingerly lifting the lid. She gasped, astonished. Inside, fast asleep, was a tiny, winged kitten, silver and grey. It had a small, jeweled collar and a letter tucked beneath one dainty paw.

My love, Tara has been my stalwart companion for most of my life. She saved it, in fact, more than once. I cherish her utterly, and I want you to have the same unwavering support when I can’t be there for you. I hope that is a rare occurrence, since if it were not, I fear it would drive me mad to be apart from you for long. Still… this is Calliope. Admittedly she’s only a baby, but I want you to have as much bonding with her as possible. She’ll speak in time. May she be a comfort to you when I cannot be. Forgive my presumption, I put your name down as Dekarios. Selfishly, it brought me such joy to do so that I wept. Be here. Would that time would speed up, just a little, so I could hold you in my arms. Gale.

The kitten stirred in her basket, stretched and mewed softly. Delicately, Tav drew her into her arms. ‘Hello, Calliope,’ she said, kissing her fuzzy little head. ‘I hope you love your dad as much as I do.’ She stroked her soft wings, cooing to her as she showed her the house. Calliope blinked her golden eyes slowly and pushed her head into Tav’s palm, purring. ‘He knows exactly how to make me feel like the most special woman in the world, doesn’t he? Hmm?’ Calliope meowed in agreement, climbing up onto her shoulder and settling around her neck, like she'd always been there.

Tav was in Waterdeep, finally. It was the night before the wedding, and she stared at the ceiling in Morena’s spare room, her heart like a hummingbird’s wings in her chest. Calliope had tucked her face into the crook of her neck but did not sleep, sensing her excitement. The wedding dress hung on the back of the door, a confection of seed pearls and silk perfect for the summer heat. Tiny flowers cascaded off the shoulders in a froth of lace, putting her in mind of seafoam. She knew Gale was in his tower feeling exactly the same, and drifted off to sleep with his face in her mind, the first time he told her he loved her all that time ago.

The day dawned bright and cloudless. It was a flurry of activity the moment she woke: Morena had called Shadowheart, Lae’zel, Karlach and Astarion to her home early to help Tav dress and prepare themselves.

‘I hope you’re ready, darling,’ said Astarion, kissing her on the cheek.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you’d be in Gale’s party.’

‘Oh please,’ he purred. ‘You know I love you more.’ He chucked her under the chin and winked. ‘You ought to know, I made that delicious dress for you. It pains me to know it’s just going to end up in pieces on the fl-’

‘Alright Fangs, that’s enough,’ said Karlach, clapping a hand over his mouth. ‘You’re making the bride blush and only one man gets to do that today.’

‘Chk,’ admonished Lae’zel. ‘Both of you are children.’

‘For once we agree on something, Lae’zel. It must be a special day indeed,’ replied Shadowheart. ‘C’mon Tav. Makeup first.’

‘If you get even the faintest smidge of makeup on that dress,’ began Astarion dangerously, ‘I will drain you dry, love. So be careful.’ Shadowheart shot him a quelling look and set to work. When Calliope leapt into Tav’s lap, Astarion came to the rescue. ‘Ah-ah, little one,’ he said, scooping her up. ‘Mummy’s making herself extra beautiful, alright?’ He held the kitten in his arms, looking for all the realms like a doting uncle.

‘I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, angel,’ said Morena when she came to check everything was alright a little later, ‘I think Gale may just die when he sees you.’

Lae’zel and Karlach helped Tav into her dress, Astarion hovering anxiously as they did so. Finally, he slid pearl encrusted slippers onto her feet. ‘I think she’s ready,’ said Karlach, beaming.

Her friends were dressed in assorted colours themselves: Shadowheart in midnight blue, Lae’zel in maroon, Karlach in cyan and Astarion in emerald green. Morena wore deep purple.

‘A couple finishing touches,’ said Morena, fastening a pair of diamond studs in Tav’s ears. ‘I wore these on my own wedding day. And these-’ she handed her a massive bouquet of blue irises. ‘Ready?’

‘I am,’ she said.

The wedding party converged on the tower; Tav was hidden from Gale with the aid of a strong invisibility spell, spirited away while everyone took their places, Astarion taking her by the arm. ‘Are you sure you want me to do this for you?’ he murmured softly.

‘I’m sure,’ she said. ‘You’ve become very special to me.’ He smiled, and she could’ve sworn unshed tears sparkled in his eyes.

‘Alright darling.’ He lifted the invisibility spell and threw open the great oak doors before her. She stared; Gale had never mentioned a ballroom in his tower before. It was festooned with what could only be the work of all the florists in Waterdeep, the same flowers Gale had sent her with her engagement ring. The natural magic of the space swirled around them in colourful motes, sparkling and beautiful. At the far end of the room, Wyll and Minsc were speaking quietly with Gale, Jaheira and Halsin murmuring quietly with Morena, who held Calliope in her lap. Astarion squeezed Tav’s arm as music struck up from nowhere, piano and violin and harp. She recognised this. It was the music Gale had played for her in their vision, all that time ago.

Astarion walked Tav down the aisle, his presence calming and steady. She knew he was proud of her, and she would’ve wanted no-one else to give her away. As she approached, Gale beamed, his eyes wide and soft. He took her hands as Astarion took his place beside Wyll and kissed them, unable to stop himself.

‘Hello,’ he murmured.

‘Hello,’ she whispered back, grinning.

‘Beloved, we are gathered,’ said the wood elf priestess, ‘to witness the joining of two souls in eternal love. They will speak their vows to one another, and ritual will be sealed in the ancient magics of Realmspace.’ She gestured to Gale. ‘Mr Dekarios, if you would.’

He cleared his throat, cheeks going a little pink. ‘Tav. I believe you are one half of my soul. I will protect you until my last breath, and then I’ll walk out of the fugue plane to do so again. You are sacred to me in a way I’ve never experienced before, you helped me see life for all its beauty and wonder and worth. I would die for you if fate willed it, but I swear to you I will live for you instead. I adore you. You’re more to me than anything in all the realms, including magic. If I lost it all tomorrow, I’d be content, because you are utterly irreplacable. I love you. Gods, I love you.’

Tav felt tears sliding down her cheeks, giggled when Gale brushed them away gently with his thumbs. Taking a breath, she responded, ‘Gale. You are the most special man I’ve ever known, magic or not. I’ve never known someone so generous, so open and kind and wonderful. You saved me as well. I was so lonely. So lost. And you took my hand and led me out of the dark into your world of beauty and wonder. Wherever you are is consecrated ground. I will cherish you forever. I love you.’

Dimly aware that everyone around her was weeping into their hands, Tav could only just hear the priestess telling Gale to kiss her; he drew her to him by the waist and kissed her with such tenderness it made her feel faint. Only when they needed to breathe did he pull away, pure adoration on his face. He pressed his forehead to hers as their friends and family cheered, and she felt at home- with her husband- for the first time in her life.

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guessimwritingficsagain · 5 months ago

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Kintsugi (the golden roses will bloom prettily in the space between your ribs) Chapter 3

Summary : You'd met Joel a year ago. Then you learn he and Tess are gone from the Boston QZ. You go find Jackson on your own.

Warnings : Mature content, MDNI, rape attempt (not from Joel, though), pining, ANGST.

Tags : Just ask.

Chapter two

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He looks like you’ve just slapped him in the face. `

Eyes wide, mouth open.

You turn around and start walking back into your house. You can hear him behind you. Joel wants explanations. He has demands.

You. You have nothing. At some point you thought you had something to offer, you never had and you never will, so you close the door in his face. It doesn’t occur to you until later that you never left. You wanted to, you had your bag with you, and then Joel Miller said two words to you and you stayed. You try to rationalize that it’s because you were ambushed- Tommy on the side and the kid right here, but you know.

You stayed.

Like a fucking good dog.

Joel doesn’t try to approach you, after that. You see him, looming, always in the corner of your eyes, watching. But he doesn’t do anything. It makes you mad, the way he treats you like a wild animal. You’re not wild, you’re wounded, wounded beyond repair- the blood continues to slowly drip from your heart and no amount of melted gold could heal that.

Tommy tries, once. Tries to get you to talk. Starts :

‘Listen, my brother…’

‘Don’t’ You warn him.

But he keeps going, keeps speaking, keeps protecting, explaining, justifying.

His brother is lost.

His brother has lost (so much).

(Like you haven’t, like you haven’t been left stranded on the side of the road, like you haven’t been made to believe you were in a band when you were actually the occasional guest in a duo).

His brother is sorry.

His brother doesn’t know how to say it but he cares and he-

He loves you.

You slap Tommy right in front of his wife and as you leave their house your hear Maria say

I swear to God you two Miller brothers are fuckin’ stupid.

Tommy doesn’t try anymore, after that.

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The other one who tries- and you can’t slap her- is Ellie. There are two reasons why you can’t, the first obvious one is that you’re not into slapping lost, moody teenagers.

The second reason-

The second reason is that she’s actually an open book. She’s uncomfortable, sitting on the edge of your couch, when she asks :

‘Did you know Tess ?’

You’re glad she can only see your back, as you’re in the kitchen, making tea. You breathe in, breathe out, and answer a simple yes.

‘It’s my fault she died.’ She mumbles, her voice small, sounding very different from the brash, not-a-care-in-the-world Ellie you’ve seen before. Sounding like the lost teenager she is.

You feel empty.

‘Did you pull the trigger ?’

She jumps off the couch at that- you don’t see it, but you hear the footsteps.

‘No. Didn’t Joel tell you ?’

‘We don’t talk.’

Her words get jumbled as she talks- fast- explaining, condemning herself, saying she really wanted to save me, and she got bit and we had to leave her and if it weren’t for me she wouldn’t be-

You cut her off, there, and it is, you think, in a way that is both kind and unkind. Unkind because you can’t bear to hear it, so your voice is harsher than it should be. Kind because-

‘Tess never did anything she didn’t want to do. You’re lucky to have met her.’

She doesn’t answer for so long you think she’ll drop it, but she asks

And it’s a quiet thing that resonates so loud in your mind you have to grip the counter

‘Why weren’t you with them ? With us ? From what Joel told me, you were kind of a crew in the QZ. You’re important to him.’

Your throat is dry, your voice suddenly raspy when you answer with a question :

‘He told you that ?’

‘Yes.’

You shrug. There’s a ringing in your ears.

‘Well’, you answer, your own voice sounding very far away, ‘people lie.’

There’s a bit of silence that seems to last an eternity. And in that bit, you understand. She’s not here because she likes you- maybe she does, maybe she doesn’t, you’re not about resent her if she doesn’t. She’s here because somehow, she thinks you’ve got the answer to the riddle that is Joel Miller. She’s here because she doesn’t get it, she doesn’t see the way he looks at her, she doesn’t see what everybody else sees : they have each other and they get each other in a way that is almost unique.

Which is why her next question makes you pause :

‘So you think Joel lies ?’

You turn around, look at her small body, hands into a fist, looking at the ground and you come to the realization that you were wrong : she’s not looking for an answer but for a confirmation. She understands Joel. That’s actually why she’s asking you.

She acts so much like an adult that you’re tempted to answer honestly but you remember- fourteen years old, just a teenager- so you deflect, answer the question with a question :

‘Do you think he lied to you about something?’

Her answer is a whispered yes, and it seems shy and afraid but you know better : that kid is front of you stands stronger, taller and braver than you.

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It’s really early in the morning when you knock on his door. Joel opens with a grunt and a cup of coffee in his hand. He stills, when he sees you, the hand not holding the cup high on the door. The gesture reveals a tiny glimpse of his belly.

It looks soft.

(He needs new shirts, you think for a second. He’s gained some weight, and he looks good, healthy, but he needs new shirts, if only for the sake of your sanity.)

Your eyes meet his - and they’re wide open, like he doesn’t believe you’re here. You get to the point :

‘I have two questions for you.’

He nods, his body a statue, unmoving, and your eyes catch the steam rising from the mug he holds before coming back to his eyes- not looking at his belly at all.

‘Would you have ever come back for me ?’

It’s blunt, sharp, straight to the point. You watch him swallow.

‘Yeah, yeah… I mean. We we supposed to come back to the QZ anyway. It’s just-‘

You cut him off, voice like ice.

‘No. I mean : in this situation, with you and Ellie here, would you have gone back to get me ?’

He swallows.

Answers Yes, yes of course.

But

People lie.

You voice it, the word loud in the quiet of the morning :

‘Liar.’

His hand grips the door harder, he takes a step forward, but you take one too, and now you’re chest to chest. You grip the front of his shirt and you whisper :

‘I’m gonna come in and you’re gonna tell me what it is you’re hiding from Ellie. You owe me that much.’

Except he doesn’t. He doesn’t owe you anything. He could tell you to get lost and you’d have nothing to offer in answer. But he doesn’t tell you to get lost. He just opens the door wider and says :

‘Come in.’

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violettduchess · 1 year ago

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no requests for #10?? a travesty!! can i get #10 with silvio? thanks!

A/N: Here you go anon!

@ikemen-writer you asked for #12 with Silvio so I combined your request with anon's here to get a soft and unsure + gentle, then deeper kiss with the Prince

Silvio x female Reader

WC: 2546

You’ve been to grand balls before. A ball in the Rhodolite palace is a glittering confection of gold and white, walls dripping with roses, guests dripping with jewels. But here in Benitoite, you are surrounded by smooth marbled floors of gray and white, silver chandeliers holding elegant taper candles, and guests in clothing made of expensive silks, thinner than the heavier satins and velvet of Rhodolite fashion. Your own gown is a diaphanous confection of pale pink shot through with glistening silver. A bejeweled red rose pin rests above your heart, a gift from King Leon and a sign of your new status as ambassador. Stepping through the double doors of the ballroom, your heart skips a beat as it takes in the sea of people already drinking from crystal flutes, tinkling with laughter and spinning across the dance floor, skirts floating in the air with every twirl. It is an impressive sight. And it is an overwhelming sight.

Every single doubt you’ve had about coming here, about taking on the responsibility Leon entrusted you with, about your own capability to handle what this job entails suddenly comes crashing down on you. Your lungs freeze within your chest, ambient sounds grow louder and mesh together, the lively language of Benitoite now stabbing your ears. How could you believe a simple woman like you, a bookstore clerk with no diplomatic experience, could take on the responsibility of handling diplomacy. Yes, you managed well with the Rhodolite princes but here, you are a fish out of water, at a disadvantage with the customs, the language, the folk, no matter how many books you’ve read. When a nobleman comes over, greeting you in the local language, rapid fire and unintelligible, you feel ill. You manage a weak nod of your head before making your way to the edge of the crowd, pressing your back against the white walls, wanting nothing more to press yourself into the cool stone and disappear.

I’m failing Leon. I’m failing Rhodolite.

You catch sight of the open double doors that lead out to the gardens and the paths that take you further, down to the docks. With the music throbbing in your head you slink your way through the dazzling crowd until you feel the cool breeze of escape, of freedom.

Just a few minutes, you tell yourself as you step outside. You’ll step away for just a few minutes. Just to gather your bearings.

Your silver slippers take you away from the bright ballroom and the noise and with every step you feel yourself torn. The cool air, the night sky, they ease the tight band that has taken hold of your lungs, allowing you to breathe without feeling constricted. But every step away is a step further from your job, from what you swore to Leon you could do. Strengthen the ties with your allies. Convince the king and queen to sign the new treaty of protection. Convince Prince Silvio to come stay at the palace as a sign of good faith and friendship between your nations. All of these important, if one is to believe the reports coming out of Obsidian, the rumblings of a gathering army and an uptick in weapon shipments.

Before you know it, you’ve passed the gardens and find your feet traveling over wooden boards. You’ve reached the palace docks. The larger royal vessels are all at home in Benitoite’s vast harbor. Here you find only the smaller vessels for the royal family's private use. You stop, taking in the sight of a small, streamlined sailboat on your left, bobbing in the calm, dark water. How would it feel to just…sail away from it all? Nothing but dark sea below and a sky full of stars above, leaving you floating somewhere in the eternity in between.

“This ain’t the ballroom.”

You gasp, turning at the sound of Silvio’s voice. He’s at the dock’s edge, watching you, hands on his hips, dressed in a suit of navy blue and glittering gold and cloud-white. With a confidence you don’t really have, you square your shoulders and smooth down the front of your gown. What did Clavis once tell you? Confidence is ninety-nine percent illusion and only one percent actual mettle. You can muster up one percent.

“I needed some air.”

“All the way out here?” He walks closer, the gold of his adorning jewelry jangling audibly in the light evening breeze.

He stops when he is standing in front of you and you turn away from him, not wanting him to guess your other secret, the other reason you are unsure you will be able to fulfill all of Leon’s expectations. Because somewhere along the way of arriving in Benitoite, of meeting the royals and nobles, and spending time with Silvio during city tours and accompanying him to royal engagements, you have fallen head over heels in love. Suddenly and unexpectedly and maybe even unfortunately. But you are drawn to the prince like a moth to a flame. Yes, he is frustrating and temperamental and materialistic and snotty and far too handsome for his own good. But he is also intelligent and funny and honest and thoughtful and you , against all odds and all reason, have fallen hard.

He can’t know. It would be terrible for so many reasons. So you keep your gaze on the sailboat, breathing in slowly to calm your skittish heart.

You feel his gaze on you, the silence at his unanswered questions curling around both of you until Silvio snaps it, stopping it before it can choke you.

“C’mon.” And then his hand is wrapped around yours and he’s pulling you towards the boat. You stop when the tips of your slippers kiss the edge of the dock, looking at the gap of dark water between it and the boat. Silvio releases your hand and with a graceful leap, lands on the boat’s deck with the agility of a skilled sailor. He disappears a moment, only to return with a wooden board which he slides forward until it is resting on the dock, then places one midnight-colored boot on the end and holds out his hand.

“C’mon. You got this.”

It’s only a few steps but the black water looks ominous, lapping at the sides of the boat like it wants to come aboard too. Silvio makes an impatient motion with his hand, his gaze searching yours in the silvery wash of moonlight.

“I said you got this, woman. Now come here.”

And you do. You lift your skirts and one step after the other make your way across the plank until you feel the secure clasp of his fingers around your wrist. He pulls you towards him and for a moment, you are pressed against his tall body, breathing in the scent of the sea and something else.. something exotic and alluring, salt and spice.

He releases you as if stung, turning sharply and busying himself with pulling the board back onto the boat. Your wrist is imprinted with the feel of his strong fingers and a part of you aches at the loss of his touch.

He motions for you to follow him as he makes his way to the bow of the ship.

“Oh…..” It’s more a sigh than a word as you look forward, across the open expanse of sea that the sailboat faces, seemingly ready at any moment to push off from the dock and go bravely forth across that endless stretch of gently rolling water. The argent moonlight twinkles across the water’s surface, more breathtaking than any jewel in the ballroom. Your fingers wrap around the steel railing as you lean forward, feeling the way the fetters of insecurity and worry and anxiety snap.

“Knew this would work.”

Silvio is watching you, arms crossed, a self-satisfied smile on his attractive face. He steps a bit closer, gesturing towards the water. “I never found a problem the sea couldn’t fix.”

Something akin to shame dims the newfound light in your eyes, drops your gaze to the deck.

“I didn’t know it was that obvious…..” Your voice feels small, especially out here.

He shrugs his shoulder. “You left that ballroom…..not quite like a bat outta hell, but definitely like someone who didn’t wanna fucking be there.”

That gets a small, mirthless laugh out of you. “Truer words…..” You sigh now, turning back to the water. “I’ve had a wonderful time here. You and your family have been the most generous hosts but…..I don’t know if I am made for this. Benitoite is our ally but what happens when I have to travel to Jade or another foreign country that isn’t so friendly? I don’t know if I can handle the pressure.”

Silvio joins you now at the railing. You feel the soft material of his jacket against your bare arm and swallow at the contact, telling your heart to rein itself in. It’s only silk. (Silk that’s touching his skin, your heart whispers in reply. Silk that’s warm from his body…..)

He doesn’t speak and you can hear the faint music from the ballroom floating through the air. After a few moments of quieted melody accompanied by the sounds of the gently lapping water, he breaks the silence.

“The way I see it, either way you’re right.”

You glance at him. “How so?”

“You tell yourself, you can’t, then you can’t. You tell yourself you can, then you can.”

“If only it were that simple.”

“It is. And besides,” he says as he shifts his stance, turning to face you. “I ain’t seen anythin’ yet that convinces me you can’t do whatever you damn well want to.”

Something warm and fizzy corkscrews its way through you at his words, your stomach turning in excited, dizzying circles.

“You really think that about me?”

He looks away so quickly his pale hair whips across his forehead and cheeks.

“Don’t be fucking stupid,” he mutters, suddenly finding the railing incredibly interesting and worth examining.

You tell yourself you can, then you can….

His words echo through your mind, buoyed by the music and the moonlight and the water and Silvio’s flustered expression. You reach up, touching his shoulder, curling your hand into the soft material of his jacket.

“Silvio.”

He is forced to look at you and that’s when you rise up onto your toes and, without giving yourself even a second to hesitate, kiss him. It’s a soft press of your lips against his and once you’ve done it, your nerves alight with uncertainty. He isn’t moving. His lips are stiff and unyielding, his hands remain at his sides. Part of you wants to pull away and run, leap off the boat and dash across the docks and back into the sheltered darkness of the gardens, away from what may very well be your biggest misstep ever.

But there is another part of you, one that is louder, one that fights the desire to run. It’s the one that remembers his raucous laughter at your jokes, the way his gaze lingers on your face when you smile, the feel of his strong hand whenever it takes yours. That part of your heart knows that you are not alone in what you are feeling and it is what guides your hand up to cup his face and move your lips, pressing another soft kiss to his. You kiss him slowly, holding his face delicately in your palm, coaxing him to please, come out from behind that wall he’s hiding himself behind and join you. It feels like an eternity before you feel him respond, his lips becoming pliant against your kisses. His cheek feels warm to the touch and if you could see him, you would notice the sweep of color across it, pink as coral. His hands rise, holding onto your waist, grounding himself.

He’s kissed people before. Of course he has. But this….this isn’t satisfying some carnal need or urge to indulge. This kiss has strings that are gently tying themselves around his heart. This is emotions and feelings and all those things Silvio keeps locked up, a pirate’s treasure buried deep inside. But you have stumbled your way to his hiding place, your smile the breeze that blows the sand off the treasure chest, your touch the key clicking into place. And now this kiss is lifting the lid, exposing his secrets. He should be terrified. But somehow…..

He shifts, pulling you closer, his hand sliding around to press against your back. You hold onto the nape of his neck, stretching upwards to meet the movement of his mouth. He’s so much gentler than you expected, leaving space amid lingering kisses to appreciate the way your lips fit together, to feel the swell of your lower lip between his. Your breath is sweet and warm against him as you turn your head, trying a different angle. He adjusts expertly, a sailor used to reading the wind and making instinctual calculations of which way to steer.

You break apart only to rest your forehead against his, eyes closed as you revel in the feel of his strong embrace, the faint music from the ballroom drifting along the air, the melody over the thunderous beating of your heart. If you could freeze time and live in this moment, you would. It feels newborn and fragile but oh so beautiful, a protostar bound for the heavens to take its place as a diamond in the sky. The hand on the back of his neck shifts to stroke his silvery hair, marveling that it really does feel as silky as it looks.

He huffs out a breath. Dio, what is happening to him?

“Silvio….”

He’s not ready for words. Not ready to vocalize what all this means. Instead of answering, he leans down and kisses you again, holding your lips captive with his. You don’t protest. Each passing second has you melting slowly into his arms. He feels your softness, the warmth of your body through your gown, and it ignites something inside of him, a flare rising up into the darkest of skies. His fingers slide down your back, back across your waist and then down to the curve of your hips where he takes hold, pulling you hard against him. You’re not startled, you don’t stiffen in his arms the way he thought you might. Yet again you surprise him, not shy in the face of your own desire but welcoming it. You wrap your arms around his neck and your lips part, opening for him like a moonflower on a silver-bright night.

The storm that hits him at the taste of your mouth sends his heart reeling. It careens overboard, sinking deeper and deeper with every taste of your lips, every sweep of your tongue against his. The surface grows darker and darker, further and further away, no matter how often he gasps for air. There is no escape. He cannot fight the sea of desire you have unleashed upon him. He lifts you, strong hands gripping you, your arms and legs wrapping around him like the sweetest of chains, cementing his fate .

His heart is already so entangled, there is no hope of ever being free again.

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