#she likes inspecting the flowers. its very cute.

[tossdoll]

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[muffinsin]

GUYS!!! GUYS!!!!!! idea time 😈

the dimitrescus (seperately) with a s/o that acts so much like a vampire, that the dimitrescus were suprised to learn they werent?

Like, reader has irregularly sharp teeth, claw-like nails, oddly pale skin, and literal bloodlust (they genuinly enjoy to drink blood, -- you can cut that part out if it makes u uncomftorable, obviously 💗💗)

Reader, their s/o, also avoids going outside like the plague, -- they hate the cold, always loom around and cause chaos (their energy vaguely resembles Danielas..), and wear dark, covering clothes (that also, somewhat resemble the dimitrescu sisters' cloaks) that you would expect to see in an old, monster-romance cliche.

Their s/o even has a tattoo! Its .. not on their forehead, but, its the same! Its a flower! They must be a vampire too! Wait, whaddya mean you're mortal? ..

.....

what?

IM GOING ABSOLUTELY FERAL FOR THESE LOVELY LADIES GRAHHHH SOMEBODY LITERALLY SEDATE ME 😨😨😨😨😨

And now i leave, just like my father -- aha. Please laugh.

-🐾🍪🏕

Traveling girlscout anon ;3

Awhhh, this is a cute one!! We love ourselves these vampiric tendencies! :)

Let’s get into it!

Masterlists

Bela

Until recently, Bela was convinced you’re a vampire. Or similar to her mother, at the very least

Sure, upon finding you and seeing your (at first glance-) humane nature, she did think of you as a human

But, within hours already, this changed

Early on she convinced herself you were like Alcina, not made of flies, but vampiric at the very least

After all, all about you screams just that

The first Bela noticed, ever, early on into your relationship, was your appearance

Hidden underneath your gloves are sharp claw-like nails

Much like her own, really, and nearly as sharp

She actually screamed in surprise and mild pain the first time you clawed at her back

She likes restraining you when things get wild, now, for the sake of her porcelain-like skin

Not only your nails look strangely inhuman, though

Next are your teeth, sharp and almost filed, again much like her own

Upon feeling them under her tongue, and later on inspecting them properly, Bela became aware of their fang-like nature

Really, she loves this

While she would never admit it, Bela loves to feel your fangs sink into her skin, to feel you break skin, to feel the pain she so rarely experiences due to her nature

And then, to her biggest surprise, there’s the tatttoo

Almost like her own! A rose, one typical for house Dimitrescu like hers, though lacking the other symbols of the house

Placed just below your neck, she saw it first when she offered you a massage

She likes to trace it whenever the two of you cuddle now, giggling whenever you lean up and kiss hers in return

What became obvious next, was your not so human appetite and favorite dishes

Mainly because while she made sure you had bread and such available, you showed no interest in that, and have barely indulged in that in the time she’s known you

In fact, to this day, you share her meals and snacks, blood

When she sits drinking the infamous blood-wine, you often sit down on her lap and take some sips from the fancy glass

At times you prefer it directly from the source

As such, Bela is moaning and gasping beneath you or trapped against a wall, her pale face flushed pink as you first bite down and tear her neck open, then suck at the wound eagerly

To this day, it’s something she grants you and something that gets her flustered like very little else

Your eyes are dark, your appearance even more so

Like her, you prefer dark clothing, something that only feeds into her suspicion of your vampiric nature

You loom about in the shadows, are hardly ever seen outside

In fact, she finds you only join her hunts at night

The sun she enjoys on her pale skin, warming and tickling lightly, seems to almost disgust you

You’re never seen in it, always stay in when you can

Your paleness almost matches hers

Sometimes, she attempts to get you outside

When she holds your hand and gently guides you, giggles as your face scrunches up in disgust

At times, you humor her, walk outside and stay in the shade, watch as she sunbathes

You don’t quite understand why, only growl to yourself at times as you watch her

At least, it’s an opportunity for you to watch her

Still, she giggles when your growls turn to whines after fifteen minutes or so, pleading to go back inside

At other times, you watch her from the window in her room, playing with the few daggers you’re allowed to store there

Then, suddenly, one day the truth comes out

It’s winter, the cool air trapping your girlfriend within the castle

Still, as she nibs at your neck and draws circles along your skin lazily, you feel her become restless

Working for her mother and being busy so often, winter is less harsh on Bela than her sisters

Still, she has cravings, as you come to learn early on in the relationship

And so she’s curled in your shared bed, whining quietly to herself (not that she would ever admit that) as you kiss her forehead

You promise, you’ll head to the woods to get her a snack, freshly caught, the way she likes it

Only is it during the day…and while the air is bitingly cold, the sun is standing high

Immediately, she worries and tries to stop you

Upon hearing her reasoning, you can’t help but giggle, which only prompts an adorably confused frown

You’re not incredibly surprised to hear her think of you as a vampire, but assure her nonetheless: you’re human

As such, she allows you to go, talking only of things to bring with you to keep you safe

And as you hunt for her, you endure the sun, frowning in annoyance at it occasionally

You truly hate the sun, and the annoyingly cold breeze makes it an even worse experience

But, you would do anything for her

And upon returning, you smile as she feasts on your catch eagerly, exploring your body anew after her discovery

You let her, leaving a light smile on your lips

Cassandra

Having met you officially as her mother’s advisor and informant from the village, and noticing your overall appearance, Cassandra has never thought of you as anything but a vampire

In all the time she has and does see you, you’re covered in black, gothic-like clothing, not at all unlike her own

You look regal, but dangerous, mysterious and dark

You look like you perfectly fit into the castle and the family, even before Cassandra has made you hers

Never has she seen you in colorful clothing, except maybe the few times you wore an almost victorian dress for one of Mother’s infamous hosted balls and festivals

A deep shade of red, victorian and gothic in style, further adding to her belief of your vampire status

Her believes haven’t changed to this day, even

When she hunts, you join her at night

And while not as fast or strong as her, you have little difficulty keeping up. Often you even slay beasts with her

The two of you like to stay until the morning approaches, kissing and hunting, relishing in one another’s bodies and words until it’s time to head back to the castle before the sun sets

She never questioned why you don’t like the sun. After all, all vampires don’t like it, can’t stand it even

You like to join her in the basement, often cleaning and polishing her weapons and tools of torture

She never thought of it as strange, never thought an immortal being like herself or her family would be bothered by the blood and screams

Your teeth are similar to her own, sharp and predatory, fang-like and glistening when the shine of the moon hits them

And while they’re not as strong or sharp as Cassandra’s, they are still unnatural looking

Of course, she’s very keen on them, as you realize early on

She loves to inspect your teeth and run her tongue along their sharp tips, crackling in delight whenever she isn’t careful and cuts herself on them

Secretly, she allows you to bite her when you play rough

At those times she relishes in your presence and vampiric-like biology, allowing you to take what you want from her, rather than the other way around

It’s rare times, but it’s still one of your favorite moments, when she allows you to hold her down and straddle her, your sharp teeth digging into her surprisingly sensitive neck

At those times it’s often that your sharp, claw-like nails come into play, as well as her own if you neglect to use protection

Always, you tie her arms and wrists up when it’s your turn to take from her

Your girlfriend simply loves scratching too much, so much so you’re sure you couldn’t live through it

You are after all, though oblivious to her, mortal

As such she’s usually tied when you take, and relishes in the deep scratches you give her along her backside when she takes from you

Sometimes, after, she allows you her blood as a reward

It’s divine, and if you could (and if she let you) you could easily live off only that

Alas, you often share in a maid with her, held between the two of you, her cries muffled as both of you share one side of her neck to drink from

While usually discarded after, they always make for a fun snack

Should one be unlucky enough to live through it, it’s clear she’s Cassandra’s plaything now, awaiting the woman’s attention in the basement

And lastly, another detail she loves about you, is the tattoo placed on your chest

A rose, similar to the one she sports, only missing the Dimitrescu sigil and the ring surrounding it

Sometimes, when feeling particularly soft and cuddling up together, Cassandra likes to draw along the tattoo, adding bits here and there

Until, at the end, it looks nearly identical to her own

You smile whenever you see it

The day she finds out about your mortality is one like any other, really

She’s out hunting with you, the late night hours when the sun is down and the air has adapted a nice, cozy temperature

You’re at it for hours, hunting successfully, not worried about the time in the slightest

It wouldn’t be the first time the two of you stay out all night

And as the spirits rise and the hunt slows, the two of you take advantage of the quiet forest that seems to belong to only the two of you, now

With your hands tangled in her hair and your teeth teasing her neck, you completely forget about restraining her hands

As such, when you bite down, her claw-like nails come down on you, slicing and tearing lines down your back

Immediately, you tear yourself away, screaming in pain even as pleasure runs through you and your fang-like teeth and lips tingle with the desire to feast on her again

As you sink to your knees, she’s immediately by your side

She doesn’t understand, not until she notices your trembling body and the deep slashes at your back

She never considered that, unlike her, you don’t heal as fast

Immediately, you feel her tear your blouse from you, straps of your and her clothing used to help bandage your wounds

You don’t notice how tense your body is, until she cups your face

Her face holds a mix of surprise, worry and anger

“You stupid mortal!”, she cusses, and you can’t help but grin stupidly at her

You doubt you’ll get her to trim her nails even a little, but are still somewhat thrilled to have felt them on you

She supports you as you make your way back to the castle, rambling on angrily about how you didn’t tell her you were human, as though it wasn’t obvious by your blood alone

For the next few days you enjoy the mixture of her pampering and scolding you

She feeds you her blood, somewhat feeding into the strange nature of your biology, a human fed a mutant’s blood

You keep ropes and such in mind after this, and allow her to worry about you a little more than before

At least, she doesn’t treat you as she does other mortals, still valuing your skills and abilities rather than treating you like you were made of glass

Daniela

When she first encounters you, she immediately thinks; this is it

You are it

Her true love!

Her one and only! The reason all the others were mere disappointments! The sole reason she hasn’t found happiness yet!

Because of course, her true love would be like her!

You’re even matching her tattoo, somewhat, wearing the rose tattoo on your wrist

Your heart at your sleeve, so to say, she thinks when she first sees it

Of course, it must be a sign

A sign you’re her soulmate!

Often, she traces your tattoo

When you do the same to her, she practically melts against you, a blushing mess of buzzing flies that could easily be mistaken for purring at your touch

You’re taller than the average villager, more so similar to her own height, too

She never once thinks you might be human, and you never once suspect she might have doubts about your mortality, and thus never set her straight

She supports you fully, buying you all the clothing you like, all dark and gothic themed, much like the one of her family

You’re a Dimitrescu by heart, she’s sure

Sometimes, she likes to take your clothing, hunting in a new pair of dark pants and a tucked in, black blouse of yours

At other times, she allows you to take inspiration from her clothing

With both of you detesting the cold, there’s nothing you like more than to curl up someplace with her

Daniela’s not made to keep others warm, being barely able to keep herself warm, after all

You, despite your appearance and vampire-like aesthetic, are entirely different as it comes to that, so that on cold days it’s often you warming her up while the two of you scowl at the temperature

Maybe, your warm body and blood should have been a hint to her, a hint proving your mortality

Often, she feeds from you, especially on the cold days

Your warm blood dripping down her throat and settling in her cool body works wonders, so much so her face is flushed fast and she heats up within minutes

Daniela loves the feeling of your teeth against her skin, the sharp fangs digging in and biting down at one of her most sensitive spots

Often, it gets her excited. You’re always eager

Another way for you to warm her up, after all

In turn, she eagerly allows you a taste of her whenever you want

Unlike you- another hint, probably- she doesn’t have to wait days for the wound to close again, after all, so you can occasionally feed off her multiple times a day

On sunnier days, Daniela tries hard to have you come outside with her

As she hates the cold, she loves the sun!

Next to you, she almost looks as if she is the mortal one, even

You, dressed in dark clothing and scowling a little whenever the sun hits your eyes, her, grinning from ear to ear in a light, fluttery dress, the only indication of her vampiric nature being the bloody splats along her chin and cheeks

Sometimes, she asks for picnics, reading together in the castle gardens, cuddling and sleeping in the sun, sharing little treats here and there that you’re sure she sneaked from the kitchens

She can’t tan, but likes the thought of it nonetheless, so you often read to her while she’s spread out in the sun like a lazy cat enjoying the warmth along its fur

Often, she ends up dozing off, awakening in your arms or in her bed once you’ve decided you had enough of the outside and carried her back to your shared room

At other days, she takes you hunting with her, the both of you running and stalking, laughing whenever a human gets lost among the tall trees

Sometimes, the two of you share the blood of your prey right then

At other times, you drag it home to the castle and you prepare the meat for the both of you

She always figured you do this as a preference, oblivious to the fact you really should not be eating raw meat

And on some other days, the two of you like to race at the castle, causing chaos where you can

You like playing a game of scaring the staff, seeing whose presence is more unsettling, counting how many poor maidens can be stalked until they grow aware of your presence

Only does she grow aware of your mortality when your chaotic games eventually cause a window to break

Immediately, you shield her body with hers when screams are torn from her

Teary eyes look up at you full of sorrow, as though she expects you to die shielding her

But, no such thing happens

Your skin doesn’t crystallize, doesn’t even bruise

You merely shiver as you hold her and wrap your vest around her tightly

“I’ve got you”, you whisper, and while you sound worried, there is no pain in your voice

She doesn’t understand…

As you return to your room, it’s her that checks you for injuries first, despite how you try to fuss over her

She can’t understand..not even a scrape?

You grow more and more confused with her

Why is she so surprised?

Upon voicing her confusion, you can’t help but laugh a little

As you cup her face in your hands, her cold, but soft cheeks pressed against your warm hands, she looks at you with an endearing expression

You explain you’re mortal, something you never quite thought you’d have to do

And yet, the more you speak the more she connects the pieces of what could have been hints from long ago

She feels a little silly, but is quickly overwhelmed by the happiness and excitement upon remembering you saved her

Her knight in dark, shining armor, truly

[trumanbluee]

the only time i feel i might get better - matty healy

minors dni !! this is 17+ nsfw material !!!

please reblog if you like it! ᡣ��

content: you get sick at matty's and he takes good care of you <3

word count: 4.6k

warnings: mention of vomit, oc is on her period :( , a bad ending, and matty being very very darling.

a/n: hi!! i know i said i wasn't going to post again for a bit but i think this is so cute and its just sitting in my drafts!! enjoy ( and pls reblog if you do! ) :)

She groaned in her sleep, stirring slightly as she felt another cramp tear through her stomach, the ache travelling down into her legs as she tucked them to her chest, brows furrowing at the sudden pain. She hadn’t slept well all night, spending an hour of it with her head in the toilet, Matty holding her hair back and rubbing her back softly, bless his heart. 

Her heart dropped at the thought of him having to see her in that position, retching what little food was in her stomach, up. They were a relatively new couple, having been dating for almost 6 months, and, of course, she’d had her period around him, but she’d never gotten it at his place, and never felt as sick as she did right now around him either. She felt horrible, half from the pain in her slightly puffy, bloated, lower belly, and half from the embarrassment of him seeing her like this. 

Fluttering her eyes open, she saw that Matty’s side of the bed was empty and, upon further inspection with her outstretched hand, he’d been up for a while, the sheets a crisp cold feeling compared to the warmth of her blanket cocoon. She sighed, wondering if he’d been able to go back to sleep at all after the nights events, before her thoughts of uncertainty were interrupted when he tiptoed into the room, obviously under the impression she was asleep, holding a tray of pancakes, orange juice, a cup of coffee, and a vase of fresh flowers. 

He stopped when he turned towards the bed, noticing her eyes peeking out from behind the fluffy duvet, and smiled softly, head tilting to the left as her asked her sweetly, “Morning, baby. Feelin’ any better today?”

This earned him a firm shake of her head as she sat up in the bed, lip pouted slightly to show him her discontent. He cooed, placing the tray of food in front of her on the bed, ensuring the legs of the miniature table were stable before he sat down on the other side of the bed, planting a soft kiss to her temple. 

“Don’t have to eat it all if you don’t want, honey, I just wanted to wake you up with something nice after you had such a horrible night.” He said, sitting cross-legged next to her on the bed. He pointed to two little white tablets that lay next to her orange juice. “Brought you some Panadol too, baby. Make sure you eat at least a little before you take it, don’t want you getting sick again, yeah?”

She nodded, “Thank you so much Matty,” She croaked, throat still sensitive from the acidic bile she’d thrown up in the night, “I’m sorry about last night.”

His eyebrows raised, face scrunching in disbelief as he tried to process what she’d just said. He moved closer to her on the bed, hand coming to rest on her knee above the blanket she’d wrapped herself in. 

“Sorry?” He tutted, shaking his head, “You’ve got nothing to be sorry about baby, what'd you mean ‘sorry’?” His lips turned into a slight frown, disheartened at the fact that she felt the need to be sorry about being sick. 

“Ju-Just, you havin’ to stay up with me… I just feel a bit bad that I ruined our night, I guess,” She spoke sheepishly, noticing the disappointed look on his face as she spoke. 

“Oh sweetheart,” He cooed, moving to place the breakfast tray on the floor, before scooting close to her on the bed, pulling her into his chest, one hand rubbing her back in a light rhythm, the other combing through her hair. “You don’t have to say sorry, ‘kay? It’s my job to look after you. Don’t ever apologise for being sick, baby. It happens to everyone.” 

He felt her nod against his chest, and he stopped his fingers carding through her hair as she looked up at him, thinking twice about leaning up to kiss him as she realised she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet this morning.

Almost as if he was reading her mind, he shook his head, laughing to himself softly. 

“Baby, really?” He chuckled, brushing a little bit of sleep from her left eye with the soft pad of his thumb as he did so, “ You wanna kiss me, you can. I think we’re way beyond worrying about morning breath, don’t ya’ think, darlin’?”

She blushed, surprised that he could read her so well, shoving her face into the soft fabric of his white shirt, earning another chuckle from Matty, the sound rumbling in her mind and warming her insides, affecting her probably more than it should have given her in her ill state.

She detached from his chest, fishing the tray of food up off of the floor beside her, and placed it on the bed, before leaning into Matty again, his right arm wrapped around her as she picked at the sweet blueberries that decorated her pancakes.

She sighed contentedly, sipping on her orange juice as she lay, listening to Matty’s steady heartbeat as he sat beside her, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger lazily. She’d be lying if she said that this side of Matty didn’t turn her on, his need to comfort and protect her rising to the surface in a similar way as it did after he’d been particularly rough with her in bed. The idea of him taking care of her a particularly good one in her mind. 

She felt a familiar heat pooling between her thighs as she sat beside him, glancing up at him occasionally as he typed on his phone one-handed, most likely making note of lyrics he’d thought of, his brain constantly moving 100km an hour. She watched as his slender thumb glid smoothly across his screen, pressing the keyboard expertly.

‘This shouldn’t turn me on so much.’ She thought, biting her lip lightly as she shamelessly observed him, now sitting up further in the bed to gain a better view.

She blamed it on her period. Sure, Matty was hot, and, God, she’d fuck him 10 times a day if she had the stamina, lord knows he probably did, but getting turned on by typing? That’s pathetic.

Finally, he saw her out of the corner of his eye, lower lip between her teeth and cheeks a light red as she watched him. He raised an eyebrow, turned his head to face her quizzically.

“What are you looking at?” He smiled at her and she blushed, quickly averting her eyes to the half-eaten pancake in front of her, picking at it delicately.

He laughed softly, “Going shy on me, baby?” he asked, bringing the arm that was wrapped around her shoulder up to her hair, ruffling it playfully, before leaning down to press a firm kiss to her cheek.

She tucked herself deeper into his side, having once again discarded the tray of food onto Matty’s bedroom floor. He wrapped his arm around her once more, giving her a tight squeeze. 

“You okay, honey?” He asked softly, looking down at her as she lay on his chest, tracing her finger softly on the front of his t-shirt, “Feelin’ a bit clingy today? Is that it, huh?”

She nodded, moving impossibly closer to him, wrapping both her legs around his left, her arms wrapping around his bicep, clinging to him like a koala.

He chuckled softly at her, peering at her from the corner of his eye as he watched her cling to him desperately. His attention turned completely towards her however, when he heard a small whimper sound from next to him, at the same time as she’d fidgeted in her spot, causing her sensitive clit to lightly brush the side seam of his sweatpants through her thin sleep-shorts. 

His eyes shot down to her, fearing that she was having the same horrible cramps she experienced in the night. 

“You okay, baby? Tummy hurting again?” He asked, concern evident in his tone.

She was embarrassed, not wanting to admit that the sound was out of pleasure, not pain. So, she nodded, eyebrows creasing together as she looked up at him. 

It was insane how well he could read her. From the second they met, a couple of months before they’d started going out, it was like he could see into her mind and knew almost everything she thought and could anticipate what she was going to say next.

That’s why looking up at him was a huge mistake on her part. He knew as soon as he looked at her he knew that she was lying, and he thought he knew why.

“We’re not lying now, are we sweetheart?” He asked earnestly, looking into her eyes as he spoke. 

“W-what? Why would I lie?” She said, not expecting to be caught out so soon.

He raised his eyebrow at her, expecting her to have admitted her lie, “Oh, okay… so just now, when you wriggled around for a second, and I felt your cunt on my leg, it was just a coincidence that you made that little sound at the same time? Is that right?”

She flushed red, face turning to dig into his arm to hide, embarrassed at being read so easily, once again. She let out a muffled whine, annoyed both his teasing, and her horniness. 

He sat up from the bed, unlatching his arm from her grasp to face her.

“Baby,” He cooed, “want you to use your words when you feel like this, ‘kay? Want you to tell me what you want.” 

She nodded, still covering her flushed face, now with the duvet in place of his bicep.

“I just wanna make sure you’re feeling better after last night, honey. Don’t wanna hurt you or anything, y’know?” 

He looked torn. Torn between his restraint and not wanting to take advantage of her in such a vulnerable state, and his wanting to give her everything she wants on a whim. 

An idea popped into his head, and he stood from the bed, reaching down to peck a quick kiss to her forehead, muttering a ‘be right back’ before exiting the room.

She sat in his bed, awaiting his return as she sipped on the now lukewarm coffee he’d brought her. But it wasn’t very long before he came back, having discarded his shirt and sweats for reasons unbeknownst to her - though she wasn’t complaining, she could spend hours tracing the outlines of his tattoos - especially his ‘We Are Kings tattoo - whether that be with her eyes, fingertips, or tongue.

He walked over to her, boxer shorts hanging low on his hips, and flipped the duvet off her, reaching his hand out for her to take.

“C’mon baby,” He pulled her up, “ran us a bath.” He patted her on the bum softly as he walked past her and out into the hall. She followed dumbly, brain foggy from the tooth-rotting sweetness of their morning in bed together.

Stepping into the bathroom, she saw that not only had he drawn them both a bath, with bubbles in it, which she knew he didn’t like, but had meticulously placed candles around the edge of the bath.

She could’ve cried at the gesture, and she almost did, eyes growing blurry before she blinked the tears away quickly. 

Matty stepped into the bathroom behind her, kissing her on the side of her cheek, then neck, as he reached for the bottom of her (his) shirt, pulling it over her head softly, before tugging her pyjama shorts down. He helped her step into the warm bath, holding his hand out for her to balance on. Once she was in, and he’d made sure the water wasn’t too hot, he tugged his boxers down his legs before stepping into the bath himself, setting himself behind her so her back rested against his chest.

She sighed in content as he brought his large hands up to her shoulders, massaging her upper back soothingly. She leant her head back against his shoulder, Matty retracting his hands from her shoulders to wrap them around her, rubbing her arms up and down soothingly.

He lent down to kiss her on the cheek, instead meeting her lips as she quickly tilted her head to meet him. Meaning for it to be a quick peck, he was surprised when she deepened it, running her tongue along his bottom lip teasingly.

He pulled back, hand resting on her jaw as he guided her lips away. 

He sighed, “Baby… don’t make me be the bad guy,” he frowned, not wanting to tell her a strict no, but also not wanting to hurt her whilst she was in her particularly vulnerable state. 

“Please,” she pleaded, un-slotting her legs from between his beneath the bubbles to squeeze her thighs together desperately. 

He shook his head, shooting her a pleading look, “Honey, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself or to be sick again… I promise, once your period’s done I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”

She furrowed her brows in frustration, annoyed at his refusal. Of course, she couldn’t be that annoyed, he was only trying to ensure her comfort and safety, but this didn’t matter in her mind, not when she was this horny. What was she gonna do if he didn’t give in to her? Finger herself to no avail? They both knew that wouldn’t work, and she knew that Matty was the only one who could satiate the need in the pit of her belly.

She spun around in the bath, being careful not to spill any water out of the bath, before pushing away from him slightly to see him better. She huffed, whining “It’s not gonna hurt, promise.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, only now beginning to grasp just how desperate she was, watching as she crossed her legs, heeling digging against her clit harshly, causing her to hiss, wincing slightly at the sensitivity.

She sighed in frustration, pouting slightly as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes. 

“What if– what if I said it would make me feel better? I swear, baby, if it doesn’t feel good I’ll tell you to stop.” She pleaded, pulling her lower lip between her teeth. 

He eyed her carefully, thinking about it carefully. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

He sighed, lips tugging into a smirk as he finally nodded, ushering for her to resume her previous position, between his legs, back pressed against him. 

He leant down to whisper in her ear, brushing some hair away from her face as he spoke, “Make sure you tell me the second it hurts even a little, okay darlin’?” 

She nodded, leaning her head back against his chest, lingering a soft kiss onto his chin. 

He traced his hands up and down her thighs beneath the water, her legs automatically widening like muscle memory. He laughed breathily in her ear at her eagerness, before sliding his right hand to her core, pressing light circles to her clit as he planted soft kisses along her neck, her having tilted it to the side to grant him further access. 

She moaned softly, bringing a hand up to play with the chocolate curls at the nape of his neck, tugging softly as he began to tease a finger around her entrance, keeping his slow rhythm on her clit. 

“Feel good, honey?” He spoke softly into her ear, not slowing his teasing motions, but not speeding up either. 

She nodded, brows furrowed as he slipped the tip of his index finger inside her. 

“Use your words, baby. Need to hear you say it, ‘kay?”

“F-feels good, Matty, promise.” She stuttered out, his fingers speeding up slightly on her clit for a millisecond, before it returned to its original speed. 

“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, pushing his index finger into her cunt completely, her head slamming back to meet his chest as he curled it expertly.

Her hand that wasn’t occupied with Matty’s hair emerged from the water, where it had been gripping her thigh, and she placed it on her left boob, swiping her thumb over her nipple delicately and squeezing the soft, meaty flesh around it. 

She arched her back as Matty prodded a second finger into her, curling it as he had the first. As she arched further into his chest, she felt Matty’s hard cock against her back, and teasingly wriggled against it.

He groaned, fingers speeding up as they fucked in and out of her, his hand that was rubbing her clit now came up to brush her hair out of her face, before he flicked her right nipple playfully, ripping a guttural sound from the back of her throat as he returned his hand to her clit, rubbing fast circles over it with his middle and ring finger. 

He felt her cunt tighten around his fingers, thighs slamming together to stop his hands from retracting. 

He pressed his plush, pink, lips to her ear, pressing airy kisses along it as he breathed, “Gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah?” He felt her become impossibly right around his fingers, and she moaned loudly as he said, “Gonna feel so much better afterwards, baby. C’mon, give it to me.”

Matty fingers stilled inside her as she came, eyes squeezing closed and toes curling as the water in the bath sloshed around them, her loud moan echoing around the bathroom. He waited for her breathing to settle slightly before slowly pulling his fingers out, the water in the bath cleaning them off. 

She flipped herself over carefully, legs wobbling slightly  as she straddled his right leg, her boobs planted flat against his chest. She reached up, planting a soft kiss to his lips, whining softly against them as her clit grazed his leg when she pushed herself up. 

Pulling away from her lips, Matty tutted in faux annoyance, rolling his eyes playfully.

“Still not done, baby?” He asked, smoothing his hand over her hair and then resting it on her cheek as she looked up at him,

“No,” she confirmed, half-mooned, lidded eyes peering up at him. 

He sighed, “What am I gonna do with you, huh?” He asked playfully, “Too horny for your own good.” 

She whined as she shifted herself further up his body, his rock hard cock laying flat against her slit as it rested on his stomach. He lay back against the steeper end of the bath, hands on both hips, thumbs drawing shapes on her delicate skin. 

She wriggled her hips slightly, his cock bumping over her clit multiple times before she rose to her knees, almost slipping on the slippery bottom of the bath, luckily being caught by Matty’s large hands on her hips again. 

She laughed softly, looking up at him as she did so, seeing him biting his lip softly to keep in his laugh, the rumbling of his chest betraying him. She slapped his stomach playfully. 

“Hey!” She scolded, “Don’t laugh at me,” She said with a fake pout on her face. 

Matty cooed, laughter still rumbling in his chest as he spoke, “Aw, sorry honey, it's just, when I said I didn’t want you to get hurt, I didn’t mean slipping over in the bath and dying.” He giggled as he spoke, and she couldn’t help but grin at him, pouncing onto him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, before pulling away.

Her brows furrowed and index finger pointed at him as she reprimanded him, trying her best to keep her face straight as she spoke, “Okay! No more laughing,” Her eyes narrowed at him accusingly, “back to sex.” 

He nodded stiffly, hand coming up to his head as he saluted her militarily, firmly repeating her previous statement. 

She giggled softly, lifting her leg up with help from Matty, before shifting herself on top of him completely, his hard cock trapped between her sticky cunt and his firm belly. She groaned as she rocked back and forth slowly, before pushing herself up slightly, grabbing the base of his cock, tapping it on her clit a few times before she pushed it into herself, sighing in content as she sunk down, the full feeling in her tummy satiating the desire she’d been holding there all day. 

He groaned softly, brows knitting together as she sunk all the way down onto his cock, her clit brushing against the groomed pubic hair at the base. His hands rested on her hips, rubbing shapes softly as he helped guide her up and down on his length. She was so tight around him, clamping down hard when he moved a hand from her hip down to rub her tender, puffy clit.

She moaned breathily, back arched and head thrown back as she bounced on his cock rapidly, water splashing around the bath and onto the floor. Her right hand rested on Matty’s ‘We are Kings’ tattoo, providing her with leverage to move quicker, and her left hand wrapped tightly around his wrist, nails digging into his Mortal Kombat tattoo as her orgasm approached her. 

Matty felt her hips faltering slightly, and her thighs began to shake, causing him to tighten his grip on her hips, holding her still as he slammed his hips up to meet hers. She whined loudly, his thick cock filling her completely, slamming against her cervix with every unyielding thrust. 

“Feelin’ good, baby? He asked breathily, panting slightly, his curls falling in his face, sticking to his slightly damp forehead.

She responded the only way she could through her foggy, fucked-out brain, squeezing his forearm impossibly tight and keening loudly, before her mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

He continued his relentless pace, bringing them both closer and closer to cumming. His brows knitted together in concentration as he tried to keep his pace consistent, but he was struggling. She was so fucking tight, squeezing him like she was afraid that if she didn’t, he’d somehow disappear. 

Thankfully, he could tell she was close, her lower lip pulled between her teeth and cheeks rosy, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t had to hold his orgasm since the second he’d slipped into her. Something about his cock and her cunt fit so right, he could probably cum just at the thought of it. 

Matty looked up at her through the mess of wet curls in front of his eyes, “Need you to rub your clit for me now, ‘kay honey?”. 

She immediately obeyed, bringing the hand that was wrapped around his wrist to rub her clit at a harsh pace. She cried out, hand faltering slightly at the intense pressure building in her lower belly. 

She was so close, she just needed something, anything, to push her over the edge, and almost as though Matty read her mind, he leaned forward, attaching his mouth to her left breast, swirling his tongue around and biting lightly at her perked up nipple. 

The hand rubbing her clit and rapid hip movements halted as she felt Matty, whose head now rested on her shoulder, still inside her, groaning loudly as he came inside her, rope after rope of his sticky cum coating her walls. She wailed, eyes rolling back into her head as the tightness in her stomach finally released. She leaned forward to bite Matty’s shoulder softly, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of both her orgasms. 

She slipped her arms out from between their chests, wrapping them tightly around Matty’s neck before pressing her head into his neck, sighing contently. 

Matty smiled softly against her, lifting the hand that still rested on her left hip to rub her back gently. 

“Water’s gone all cold, sweetheart,” He said, slightly muffled by the delicate skin of her shoulder.

She shrugged lazily in his arms, murmuring back a sweet, “M’cozy.”

“Y’cosy?” He bit back a soft laugh at her lovely voice, “Not gonna be so ‘cosy’ when you get a cold, honey.” He continued rubbing her back, cooing inwardly when he heart a soft sniffle beneath him. 

“How ‘bout this, baby, let me get out, and I’ll go get your clothes, get you nice and dry, and then we can go back to this exact position in my bed… That sound good?”

She nodded weakly against his chest, and that's exactly what they did. Quickly pulling on a new pair of sweats, he remembered he’d laid out some boxers and an old sweatshirt of his on the bed before he’d gotten in the bath, and he was particularly grateful for it now, grabbing the pile off the bed, and a towel warmed from the dryer, before speed-walking back to the bathroom. He knocked softly before walking in, wanting to be safer than sorry, and heard a soft hum from behind the door. A sign to enter, he assumed. 

Walking in, he saw that she was still in the exact position he’d left her in, knees tucked to her chest, with her chin rested against her knees. He cooed, putting her new clothes on the basin before helping her stand in the bath, opening the warm towel and wrapping it around her body, her hands poking out to keep it wrapped around herself as he scooped her up, setting her down to sit on the lid of the toilet. 

Grabbing the clothes off the basin, he slipped the soft grey sweater over her head, and pulled his boxers up her legs, pressing a kiss to her forehead once she was dressed. 

She murmured a ‘thank you���, to which he responded by kissing her again, this time on her lips, before picking her up again, placing a hand on her left knee, pushing it to wrap around his waist, before doing the same to her right. 

Keeping her steady with a hand on her bum, he walked the few steps to his bed as quickly as possible. He held her up with one hand as he used the other to pull back the covers, before carefully crawling into the bed, being sure not to disturbed her comfort in his arms as he did so. 

Wrapping the soft duvet around the both of them, he looked down at her to see her smiling up at him. He beamed back at her, dimples visible in his cheeks, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to her puffy lips. 

She sighed in content, pulling away from the kiss and resting her head on his shoulder again, nose nuzzling against the soft skin of his neck. He smiled to himself, before picking up his phone from the bedside table, checking his notifications quickly before he opened Instagram, scrolling aimlessly through his reels. He swiped upon a particularly funny minions meme, pushing air out of his nostrils in a half-laugh, before angling his phone down to show her. He looked down to watch her reaction, his favourite thing in the world being to see her laugh - it was automatically a great day for him whenever he was the one to coax a giggle from her - but instead saw she was asleep, lips parted slightly, and eyebrows relaxed. 

He smiled fondly down at her, using the arm she was laying on to rub soothingly up and down her arm. He clicked ‘Save’ on the meme, telling himself to remember to show her later, before he opened Safari, logging into Twitter, or ‘X’ now, - ‘so fucking stupid’ he thought - looking to see what fans had to say about their new show, ‘Still… at their very best.’

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[letsgetrowdy43]

FRAT WEDDDINGGGGG

Frat wedding—

warnings: swearing and drinking :)

Au Masterlist!!

Nolan watched from afar, Adam's hand placed on Sunny's hip as he whispered something in her ear, a smile on her face as she shyly looked up at him. Luke walked up right behind them, a new cooler in his hand for his sister as he unknowingly interrupted the moment between her and the freshman.

"Remember last year during frosh week, when we made Ethan end his team initiation with a frat wedding?" he laughed and looked to Jaybone who smirked at the drunken memory. "Of course," Grano said as he passed the boys each a beer. "I'm thinking Adamo and little Hughes would make a perfect candidate for the tradition" he sipped his beer and pointed over to the couple who were being cockblocked by the girl's older brother.

"Luke is gonna have a fucking fit" Philippe grinned as he laughed, still watching as Luke was pulled away from his sister by Duker and Mackie, the blush on the girl's cheek growing as Adam reached out and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the house. "He's gonna have to get used to it," Nolan shrugged. "We could just not tell anyone, invite the team and a few extra and not tell anyone who the married couple is" Jay suggested as he watched everyone nod.

"Well boys, sounds like we're having a wedding"

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A knock on the door startled Sunny and her roommate Charlotte, the two girls studying for their upcoming poli-sci test as a loud bang sounded. "Sun, it's for you," Charlotte said with a grin as she opened the door to see Grano standing in the doorframe, a letter in his hand and a purple garment cover in his hands as he grinned at her with a slightly sorry but smug look on his face.

"Nolan needs your help with something for the boy's initiation," he said as he placed the letter in her hands, "open it." She ripped the cream-coloured envelope open, brows furrowing as she read the containments of the letter, "Who's getting married?" "You," Nick smiled as he shoved the garment bag in her hands.

Charlotte laughed in the background as Sunny looked back at her, eyes telling her roommate that she was in need of saving, "like a frat wedding?" Charlotte asked as she stood up and took the letter from Sunny's grasp. "I'm confused" "The seniors have started this tradition of marrying off a freshman at the end of frosh week, Ethan was the culprit last year, but we need a bride this year and we think it would be funny if it was you" "Luke doesn't know?" "Of course not," he laughed and raised his brows at the stupid question, "and it's a surprise, so don't tell anyone."

Sunny opened the garment bag to reveal an old thrifted wedding dress, "so who is my husband-to-be?" she asked as he shook his head in response. "You ask too many questions," he smiled, "be there at six and bring a lot of booze, you're gonna need it," he grinned and walked down the hall as her jaw dropped at the idiocy of it all and shut the door before turning to a grinning Charlotte.

"I'm getting married?"

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"Why does Nolan kind of have good taste" Charlotte questioned as she finished tying up the bodice of the wedding gown, a grin on her face as she fixed Sunny's hair and made her spin around to get the full effect. "I feel stupid," she looked down at the gown that was extremely itchy, a smile working its way onto her face as Charlotte grabbed the gloss from her vanity and applied some to the bride.

Sunny's fingers ran over the embroidered flower pattern on the dress, looking at her frame in the mirror as she inspected the cream-coloured lace. "I actually love the dress," she mumbled as he turned around to get a view of the corset back, her hair pinned up into a low bun as she reached out to grab her pearl earrings from her dresser. "It's beautiful, the vintage is very you"

Charlotte was dressed in a cute burgundy dress, to match the dress code that the boys had in place, "you gonna be my maid of honour?" she asked, feeling slightly stupid that this is what her frosh week had now amounted to. "Of course, I will," she grinned as she sat down to fix her makeup just before Ethan and Mark were supposed to pull up to their dorms with their 'limo' that was in reality just a beat-up honda civic.

"The boys are here," Sunny said as she looked down at her phone and grabbed her bag of coolers and headed for the door.

Mark grinned, dressed in one of his game-day suits as he got out of the driver's side and opened the car door for her, "your chariot awaits" he said as he took her hand and helped her into the car. "I feel so stupid" she mumbled, now feeling a bit embarrassed. "you look stunning," Ethan said with a wink as he turned and looked into the back seat, a shit-eating grin on his face, "now let's go get you married Sunshine"

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Adam stood at the makeshift altar in the living room of the senior's house, Luca beside him as his best man, and Jay standing behind the altar as the officiant.

"Can I know who my bride is now?" he asked with an unimpressed look at Nolan who shook his head. "You frosh don't know how to have any fun," he joked as he took a sip of Jay's beer, "just shut up and be patient."

Rutger came out of the kitchen dressed in a dress with tutu, and a big frown on his face as Dylan handed him a basket full of fake flower petals. "This was my job last year," Dylan said with a laugh, "and I can tell you I'm much more enjoying watching you in than myself," he said as he patted him on the back and found his seat in the crowd of maybe thirty. "You look stunning princess," Johnny said from the crowd as he winked at Rut, who grumbled even more in retaliation.

Grano waved Luca to walk down the aisle to the back of the room to join the maid of honour in the procession. Luca patted his brother on the back, "Happy wedding day bro," he joked as he made his way into the entrance of the house where Sunny stood with a flustered look on her face as Nolan swapped out her bag of booze for a colourful boquet of an array of florals.

"Sunny, my sister-in-law-to-be!" Luca grinned as he locked arms with Charlotte, her roommate bit her lip to conceal the grin that was tugging at her lips, "I was wondering why I saw a bunch of your friends here, just thought maybe you got an invite"

charlotte squeezed her best friend's hand before turning around to whisper in the best man's ear, "has luke figured it out yet?" "absolutely not"

“Canon in D” by Pachelbel started playing loudly over the speak as Grano announced for everyone to sit down, for a bunch of dumbass hockey boys Sunny admired how much thought they had put into this wedding, amazed at the coordination of the seniors and some of the juniors.

Nolan grinned as he hooked his arm around Sunny's, "you did well" she said with a smile. "I've seen enough frat weddings in my lifetime, I could partially be a wedding planner at this point," he said as he waited for Rutger to get in position to start the procession. "Well I'm impressed" "I'm glad I got the stamp of approval from the bride"

Sunny smiled as she stuck her head around the corner of the doorway to the living room to peek at the crowd and Adam who stood tight-lipped in front of everyone as he awaited his fate. "I thought I sensed a little tension between you and Fants," he whispered as the red in the girl's face deepened. "I just met him on Monday." "I know sexual tension when I see it Sunshine," he mused as he offered her a sip of his almost empty beer, "it's cute, I love puppy love," the girl nearly spat out her sip of beer as he nudged her side. "That's a strong word for it, Moyle" "Doesn't matter what it is, I love a good opportunity to piss off your brother and this was just calling my name."

as he finished his sentence Grano motioned for everyone to start walking down the aisle, "this feels very serious," she mumbled to him. "you're ending it with shotgunning a beer, it'll get fun," he smiled as he smiled at Rutger who now started throwing petals on the hardwood floor, "trust me"

Sunny smiled and shook her head as she began walking arm in arm with Cap, her face heated up with embarrassment as the boys all let out chirps as soon as they laid eyes on her in the wedding dress. "Oh for fuck sake" Luke announced from the crowd as he saw his sister in fulling bride attire, "nope!"

Sunny looked to her brother in the crowd a mouthed a sorry before returning to reality.

Sunny caught a glimpse of Adam who stood at the altar, his face now an embarrassing shade of pink as he awkwardly waved at his bride. She made her way up to the front of the room face to face with Adam who smiled and commented on her dress. Rutger was stood of to the side begging Nolan to be able to change s the Captain waved him off and turned his head to pay attention.

Jay cleared his throat as he welcome the room, “I’m sure you all know why you’re here,” he smiled, “to get drunk, and to watch these two get fucking married!” He raised his beer, as did the rest of the room, “anyways, I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say,” he shrugged, “Other than that we have gathered here today to see not only a blessing romance but to also watch our favourite ray of sunshine’s brother absolutely imploded” he did a little wave to Luke, the attention turning to the girl's brother who glared at everyone around him, a pout on his face as he shook his head at the antics of everyone in the room.

“Ya-da-ya-da, beautiful couple, blah blah, rest of lives together! Anyone in this room object to the happy couple?” Luke stood up and opened his mouth, “not you, you sit” he said as both Mackie and Ethan sat him back down, a frown on his face.

“Vows and rings!” he said skimming through the speech on his phone that he had barely prepared, “Shay baby, rings please?” He said in a sing-song voice as Seamus stood up from his spot and handed Jay two cheap dollar store rings. one with a big fake diamond on the band, and one with just a purple chrome-coloured ring. “Now say your vows, Fants you first” “I didn’t prepare anything?” He looked up at their officiator who just raised an eyebrow which basically told him to come up with something, “Well sunny I’ve known you for nearly a week, probably the best week of my life, so that’s gotta count for a lot. I’m pretty sure your brother is staring daggers into me right now so I’m gonna cut it short, but I’m glad you’re my wife, even if it’s just for the night” he said with a smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Nolan let out a fake cry from across the room as the entire crowd clapped, “You have such a way with words Mo”

“Your turn!” Jay turned to Sunny with a smile. “Well Adam, I have known for about five minutes that you were my husband-to-be and honestly I’m glad. Seeing you while I was walking down the aisle took me back to about four days ago when were sat in public speaking class, and we were doing those god-awful icebreakers, and you told me that you could do the worm and I made you do it right in the back of the lecture hall, and from that moment I knew you were the guy I would be shotgunning beers and doing keg stands with on the upcoming weekend,” the girl grinned as she took the ring and slipped it on his hand while all the guys whistled and cheered from behind her. “Now that was pure romance! Anyways, I’m bored and this is going on too long so I now pronounce you husband and wife, please, and I mean I will literally pay you guys to do it so I can get a raw Lucas Hughes reaction, kiss the bride”

Sunny shrugged for a sec as Adam grinned as wrapped his hand around her waist to dip her, placing a chaste kiss on the apple of her cheek as the room erupted, he placed her back into her feet as Nolan handed them each a can, “and to seal the deal, shotgun frosh!” He yelled out as some random Pitbull song began playing in the background.

Adam cracked his open with his teeth and did the same to hers, very romantic, the room erupted with cheers as Sunny held her can up in the air first as everyone cheered at her fast timing.

"Wanna get a drink?" she mumbled into Adam's neck as he hugged her, everyone else in the room now working their way to the kitchen to get a new drink and start the post-wedding activities, he nodded and took her by the hand and led her into the kitchen. “Nope Fants, five feet away from my sister at all times tonight” Luke got up from his chair and began to run after them.

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I used some of my knowledge of living in a frat-like house for the past year, but obviously, it's not 100% accurate :)

[lullabytaeyong]

Apple Picking R!🐻🐧

✦✧✦✧ Ageretober Day 5 (Injury) ✦✧✦✧

Summary: Beomgyu takes a big tumble while out and about with Soobin, Yeonjun and Kai.

Word Count: 2,590

Beomgyu was all smiles and laughter as he stared up a the two horses pulling a hay ride at the apple orchard. They were both beautiful. One was a shiny chestnut brown, and the other a sandy color with lighter speckles that covered her back and neck. He was in a small line waiting to pet one with Soobin before they would get on the long cart waiting to take them. When it was finally their turn, Beomgyu held back his shrill giddy noises and stepped carefully closer to the first horse. He stood quietly but full of awe and excitement.

“Hi, baby.” He said sweetly, slowly raising his hand up to the side of the horses face, watching her reaction incase she didn’t want to be pet anymore.

The horse didn’t flinch. She was clearly very socialized. Still, Beomgyu took his time and moved cautiously. He couldn’t stop smiling as he stroked the bridge of the horse’s big nose, eventually going further down near her nose. Soobin was a little nervous to get too close, so he stood a couple feet back, recording Beomgyu’s precious encounter.

“You’re so pretty. Do you know that? So cute and friendly!” Beomgyu cooed to the animal. He would’ve stayed there all day if there wasn’t another person waiting for him to finish. He wanted to braid flowers into the horses long mane, feed her treats, take her home…

“Okay, I have to go now. Bye, horsey.” Beomgyu said very quietly to his friend. (She was his friend now)

He looked back at Soobin with a big grin and giggled out of how happy he felt. The horse on the other side was getting some of its gear adjusted, so he couldn’t say hello to both of them. Soobin took a quick picture of the horse and rejoined the others with Beomgyu. Yeonjun had an undisclosed fear of horses, so he stayed back with Kai, who was too shy to greet the horse in front of everyone else. Besides, there were rocks in the wide dirt path for him to inspect.

“We lived, hyung.” Soobin commented sarcastically.

“I can see that. From here it looked like Gyu was telepathically communicating with the horse.” Yeonjun chuckled. Beomgyu ran up to him and squealed, grabbing both of his hands and bouncing.

“I got so close! She was so pretty! Go pet her, she’s not scary!” He pointed back in the direction of the horse enthusiastically. Everyone needed to meet that horse.

“I’m all set. Looks like the last group his saying hi to her now. We should get on.” Yeonjun said. He was correct. When Beomgyu turned his head to make sure what he was saying was true, a few people were petting horse.

“Okayy…C’mon Kai!”

Beomgyu hopped over to where Kai was still crouched near the ground and grabbed his hand, pulling him up and towards the hayride. He was taken aback by the sudden grab and whined at Beomgyu.

“Gentle Beomgyu, he doesn’t like being rough.” Yeonjun chided, as he followed them up the three wooden steps onto the wagon.

Beomgyu plopped down with Kai on a free hay bale and directed Soobin and Yeonjun to sit on either side of them. Kai snuggled up to Yeonjun’s arm when he sat down and observed the people around them, the cat ears on his cream colored hat poking Yeonjun’s throat. There weren’t too many, and since they were in such a small town, in the middle of nowhere america, the likelihood of getting recognized was slim. That was why they were in such an obscure state they had never heard of. It gave them some more freedom. No one really paid any attention to them, only when they noticed how they were speaking a different language. That also had its perks. It meant that he and Beomgyu could talk however they wanted and no one would know how childish it really was.

“Are you having fun?” Yeonjun asked, already knowing the answer. Kai nodded with a smile.

A couple minutes later and they were moving. The ride down the road that passed the sections of trees that weren’t available to be picked from was bumpy. Kai held on extra tight to Yeonjun and turned his head to look out behind them at what they were passing. Beomgyu was thrilled to bits. Soobin had to keep his arm around his waist to prevent him from getting to excited and moving around so much that he fell out. That wasn’t out of the realm of possibility when it came to Beomgyu. The ride was short and they were slowing down before they knew it. Everyone got off and headed out in different directions with their friends and family to whatever apples they preferred.

The wooden signs were placed at the end of each long row of trees, but the writing was very worn and hard to read. Soobin unfolded a little map he was given when they laid for the bags and quirked his head. The names of the sections were very peculiar. He had no idea that there were so many kinds of apples.

“I want sweet ones.” Came Kai’s small voice next to his shoulder.

“I know the yellow ones are sweet and they’re further down from here…These red ones might be sweet? I’m not sure what these names are.” Soobin rambled partially to himself.

“Let’s just taste ‘em!” Beomgyu blurted out, listening in on what he had been mumbling.

“If you taste one you don’t like, then what?” Yeonjun asked.

“You eat it for me?” Beomgyu said hopefully. Yeonjun couldn’t deny, it was endearing to hear. He gave him an unsure response and handed him his own bag to collect apples in.

“Let’s go look for yellow apples.”

Yeonjun and Beomgyu took the lead down the dusty gravel path, while Kai waddled along beside Soobin. They found them quickly and stepped into the long row of trees that held plenty of fruit. Beomgyu skipped ahead and ducked underneath some lower branches and popped back up, his head poking through some leaves. He found a good looking apple and did what the sign’s at the entrance said, “Twist and pull!” Pop! The apple easily came off the branch.

“Hyungie! I got one!” Beomgyu announced, barely visible.

“Nice job!” Yeonjun called back, as he was helping Kai unfold his bag.

When he looked up, Kai had an apple covered in dirt and grass up to his mouth. Before Yeonjun could react, he mindlessly took a bite.

"Hey! Spit that out!" Soobin scolded, knocking the apple from his hand and holding his chin. "Kai, that's yucky. Spit it out."

Kai whined and spat out the chewed up mush. Soobin stepped back in relief and shook his head.

“Okay, here you go, baby. Look there’s some right here!” He said like a teacher to Kai, strategically redirecting him before he got upset. He pointed to a branch on the tree closest to their right where three apples were ready to pick, encouraging the shy boy along.

Kai scratched his head and unsurely touched one of the apples. It looked yummy. He tried to pull, but it stayed attached to the branch that rustles when it moved. Kai looked back at Yeonjun for help, but he was taking selfies with Soobin. He noticed Beomgyu’s burgundy long sleeve through the leaves of the trees on the other side of the row, and shuffle his way.

“Beomie ‘elp.” Kai said innocently. His voice clearly wasn’t loud enough to reach Beomgyu’s ears, because he started looking up through the tree branches and turned in towards the trunk.

Beomgyu had a plan. There was a cluster of apples way up high that he wanted to reach. They were big and bright from soaking in all the extra sunlight they were exposed to. The branches of the tree seemed strong enough to hold him, so he held on to one above his head and climbed onto another below it. Kai shoved himself through the leaves to see why Beomgyu didn’t answer him. He swatted away the leaves that cling to his hat and quirked his head at what he saw.

“Where’you going?” Kai questioned. Beomgyu glanced down at him and hoisted himself up another two feet.

“To get the best apples you’ve ever seen.” Beomgyu said, focusing on his next move, as bark sprinkled down from his shoes scraping the beaches.

Kai silently watched him go higher and higher. In reality, Beomgyu was about eight feet above the ground, but it felt like a lot more to both him and Kai. There were still plenty of height to the tree, but Beomgyu was at a good spot where he was high enough to get to the apples. He inches away from the tree trunk and held another branch to keep his balance. With his free hand he reached out and…his fingertips didn’t even brush the skin of the apples. He tried again, grunting from stretching his arm so far and managed to tap the top of it for second before retracting back. Beomgyu sighed. This was much harder than he expected.

He looked at the rest of the branch in front of him and decided not to move his feet any closer because the branch looked too thin to hold him past a certain point. All he could do was try to reach out even further than before. Beomgyu scrunched up his facial muscles with determination and stretched out as far as he could, feeling the strain in his shoulder. He shut one eye and felt his fingers graze one of the apples. He nearly had it! All he had to do was move a little closer and-

Beomgyu’s foot slipped, and the weight of his upper body leaning forward caused him to crash to the ground. The smaller branches scratched his cheeks and neck going down, and made loud crrshhh shhhss noises. The air knocked out of his chest when he landed face first, a fallen apple on the ground jamming into his thigh. Kai gasped and yelped, watching the scene play out in a split second. He froze.

“Boys?! Beomgyu? Kai?” Yeonjun’s voice called out to them after hearing the alarming sound of a thud. Soobin turned frantically, trying to locate either of them, but there were so many dense trees all around.

Beomgyu neurons snapped out of the state of shock and he wheezed in a short, painful breath that made him choke. The adrenaline rush surged rapidly through his body as he processed what had just happened. He coughed and wheezed a second time, trying to hold up his head and chest from the ground, only to slip back down.

“There!” Yeonjun pointed to the ears of Kai’s hat peeking through some leaves. He and Soobin rushed forward and held branches out of the way to see what happened.

“Kai! Honey, what happened?!”

“Eh!” Kai whimpered with watery eyes, pointing ahead where Beomgyu laid on the ground.

“Oh my god!” Yeonjun and Soobin gasped simultaneously. They maneuvered through the leaves and branches to reach Beomgyu and knelt down.

“Did you fall? Beomgyu, what happened?”

“Are you hurt?”

Beomgyu made a tiny shrill sound and inhaled another thin, shaky breath. It hurt to breathe, now that he regained feeling in his body. Soobin manually rolled him over and looked over him in a panic, moving the hair out of his face and cupping the back of his head. He was covered in small scratches and trembling beneath them.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you. Tell us what happened, baby.” Yeonjun tried to reassure him, although he didn’t know what happened to have Beomgyu end up in the state he was in.

The younger coughed on his tears and started sobbing, his brain and body finally reconnecting in entirety. He could feel each scratch stinging his face, and a hot, pulsing, pain in his thigh. Plus, the shock of losing his balance so high up left him an emotional mess. Soobin carefully helped Beomgyu upright and sat behind him so he could lay back on his chest. He didn’t make any complaints of pain, which meant he was probably okay for the most part.

“Shh shh shhhhh. Breathe, sweetheart.” Soobin soothed gently, dragging his fingers through his hair to get rid of the leaves stuck in it. Beomgyu hiccuped in and out a few steadier breaths until he could inhaled properly between each cry.

“A-Appaaa!” He wailed. Yeonjun hushed him softly and held his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here. It’s okay. Let’s try to calm down a little bit.”

After consoling him for a few minutes and being joined by a tearfully worried Kai, Beomgyu was able to somewhat explain what happened. He didn't tell them that in the back of his head he knew what he did was a bad idea, but he did tell them that he fell. When they asked why he was so high up in one of the trees, he simply pointed up to where they could see the cluster of apples hanging far above their heads. Soobin and Yeonjun shared a disappointed yet amused look once they understood.

"I see. I think you learned your lesson, so I won't lecture you. Can you show me where you're hurting, please?" Soobin asked.

"Here, and all over here." Beomgyu mumbled, pointing to his thigh and gesturing around his face in a circle.

"You got pretty scratched up on your face. Let's see the damage here, though."

Soobin rolled up the left leg of Beomgyu's plain gym shorts and took a look at it. It was highly unlikely that he broke any bones from the way he fell, since none of his limbs took the majority of the impact. All that was there was a off colored, redish splotch on his thigh.

"I think it's just a bad bruise, or it will be by tomorrow. You must've landed on a rock."

"Or an apple." Yeonjun added, since they were surrounded by them under the tree.

Either way, it would leave a mark. They decided to go back to the house immediately after crawling out from the trees they were sitting under. Soobin carried Beomgyu, who was still shaking some, all the way back to the car. When they got home and came inside with only eleven apples, Taehyun, who stayed back due to allergies, was very underwhelmed.

"Is this it?" He asked, eyeing the empty bag Kai was still holding. "Did he even get any?"

"Long story short, taking Beomgyu to a field of climbable trees was a bad idea. We looked away for two minutes and he was up and down again on his stomach." Yeonjun explained bluntly, sighing at how absurd it sounded.

"He fell?!"

"Yeah...he's fine, though. I think Kai is more upset about it than he is at this point. It knocked the wind out of him and he has a bruise and some scratches, but that's it. No broken bones."

"Oh my god..." Taehyun stared at him. "Where is he?"

"Nurse Soobin is patching him up." Yeonjun said, pulling the hat off Kai's head when he appeared beside him and headbutted his shoulder.

Kai saw the bag of apples and grabbed one to bring to Beomgyu.

"No doctors." He murmured to the others, taking a bite to test the flavor before scampering off.

"At least that one wasn't on the ground." The eldest sighed.

"Did he-?"

"Yes. Yes he did."

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I had so much fun writing this one! Please reblog and interact to get my work to more people who enjoy similar content. Thank you! <3

[trytofic]

Fairies

This was a fun one. I thought about fairy Amy, but that sounded kind of boring to write? So I'm actually taking inspiration from a different fanfic and I like how my idea turned out! These will be crossposted on my Ao3! Thank you to @shadamytober

Ao3

Day 10: Faires

Not all fairies are cute and soft on the outside.

The forest is a wonderful place to explore and experience at twilight. Footsteps through the woods are the only noises other than crickets and the occasional scamper of small animals. Bright red boots walk through the trees, knowing the way to her favorite spot to grab mushrooms and berries as well as her favorite flowers, Lunar Tears. She smiled and hummed to herself as she continued her path. She walked up a path and slowly she started not recognizing her surroundings. She knew the path, how could she be lost?

She set her basket down adjusting her coat, and looked around her. When she heard a low growl, she jumped. She looked around, wondering if there was anything big enough in the area to make a noise like that. She rethought her footsteps, grabbed her basket, and ran in the opposite direction. The growl was followed by only the faintest of rustling. She looked around still finding no familiar territory and finally fell to the ground with something heavy on her back. She could barely turn her head to see a creature. But what was there was so hard to distinguish.

She could make out red eyes and what looked like large ears. Its whole body was almost like a cloud of smoke. She could make out the charge hands that pinned her to the forest floor and her breath hitched, seeing them digging into the earth. She let out a whimper as it put more weight into its grip and at the noise, it jolted to a stop causing yet another growl to come from it.

It backed away and Amy turned her head, not daring to move her body out of fear of another attack. It seemed to curl in on itself, no red eyes to be seen. Was it hurt? She very slowly sat up and stared at the creature, it started to shrink in size, and it ended up staring at her.

“Do you need help?” She asked it. “Can you tell me what is wrong?” It stared for a moment, the silence was horrible, and she hated how she could hear every heartbeat in her ears.

“I…” Its speech was distorted. “was injured. A hunter attacked.”

“Oh no! Is there anything I can do?” She looked over its body. “Although I can’t tell exactly where the wound is.” She started to worry. But it made very simple movements of its hands from the floor of the forest to above his head, slowly transforming its shape into that of a hedgehog-like herself. Instead of a solid black coat like she expected, it had red stripes along its back and quills stuck at all different angles. Long sharp claws and fangs that poked from its mouth. He was nearly a head bigger than her, much like her friend Knuckles. Its eyes were red, but almost dull now that they weren’t shining through the smoke he once appeared in. It had a long tail that looked dry and scaly as if it were a lizard of some kind. And the biggest thing she noticed was the scars that littered its body. Part of its ear missing, claw marks on its chest, and one over an eye.

“Where are you hurt?” She asked it. Slowly maneuvering, it sat with its leg straight, and there she saw a hole, probably from an arrow of some kind. “Oh dear.” She kneeled before it and inspected the wound. It wasn’t clean through the leg, but it was deep. She looked at her basket and quickly rummaged for anything that could help. She found a shirt, which she would sacrifice to wrap the wound, and a bottle of water to clean it. She quickly got to work, all the while it watched her carefully. It felt as though she were still prey to a larger predator.

“There isn’t much I can do other than dress it. Will you be okay?” She looked up to see its eyes studying her.

“I will be fine.” Its claw touched the fabric. “How can I repay… you?”

“Is there any way you can help me home? I’ve never been here before.” Her shoulders slumped. “I just wanted to grab some berries and flowers. But I lost my way.” It stood up and slowly reached out its hand. As she took it, the world almost seemed to shift. She noticed the familiar trees and fauna and began to feel relieved. She went to thank the creature but when she went to speak it was gone. Feeling the sun starting to rise, she decided to go home.

The next day she woke up and was about to leave her home until a thud on the door made her jump. She slowly opened the front door to see a basket, roughly made to look like the one she normally carried, filled to the brim with berries and her favorite flowers. She looked around to see if there was someone nearby but, she was alone. Inside the basket was a messily written note.

Thank you for your assistance. The fae will watch over you from now on. -Shadow

[setagaya-division]

A sound of something being dragged is heard until it stops in front of his residence’s entrance and then, his doorbell suddenly rings.

“Sir, we’ve got something delivered to you!” 

Once he recalls that the owner of that voice is none other than the delivery man who usually works in his neighborhood, the glasses boy can’t help but cautiously approach the doors for a quick check through the peephole. He must be certain first that what’s on the other side of the doors isn’t something that would bring harm to him and his family. 

Not finding anything suspicious but a sight of some kind of vehicle(?) in front of his residence, Elliot makes up his mind to go check it by himself.

Looking closely at the vehicle, he finds out that it’s a brand-new bicycle with a fairly spaceful basket below. Checking up its basket which seems to be large enough to fit the medium-sized dog in, there his blue eyes meet other two gifts wrapped in cloth and one envelope sticking out.

“To Elliot Shimizu of ENIGMA

Firstly, Happy Birthday to you and greetings to the Setagaya Division.

This letter was written from a certain division a bit far away from Tokyo —Somewhere where you may take interest in since there are a herd of wild deer allowed to roam around in the town. This time we’ve got some presents for you.

The box with a fragile symbol is from me; It's a double-walled mug. With its gap between two layers, it can prevent heat from burning your fingers and prevent condensation at its outer surface from making your mug wet. It has a cute design too, so that’s a plus!

The next gift is from my friend, Asahi. This time around he chose to make the nerikiri called ‘Ajisai (Hydrengea)’ for you! It is named after Japan’s signature flower that blooms in the rainy season (and also the same flower that flourishes around our old man’s place). Oh, don’t worry about the ingredients. This wagashi is made from rice flour, shiro-an (white bean paste), agar, sugar and some food colorings, so that even vegan can enjoy them!

And how don’t we talk about the last present. It’s an E-bike with the basket beneath the saddle. The bike’s size isn’t too unwieldy so I think it’s good for maintenance and many more activities; like taking your pets for a short journey, or maybe it can even attend your errand at the supermarket. Honestly, I think our old man definitely have some soft spot for hard-workers.

P.S. I also heard from my classmate’s dad the vet around here that there is a very young man started assisted the veterinary work in Tokyo, perhaps that’s you by any chance?

Hope y’all blessed in health and have a nice year

Yuuya Kanata, Nara Division”

———Somewhere in the town where the deer roam free

“Saigo-san, do you happen to see Ojou-chan anywhere? I think I’ve lost sight of her just now.”

“How would I know about that? I’m not your fucking cat.”

“…Lately I’ve often found her snuggling around my computer when I’m not looking. Maybe she just prefers a warm place.”

“You two really get along huh? First time we met, you looked like a total mess bringing that furball into my house.”

“That time I only got some scratches…”

“‘Some scratches’ you say. That time your entire arms were all covered in plasters.” 

“That’s her instinct to defend herself.”

“And she did attack me once I just wanted to inspect something!”

“That was because you made her feel unsafe!”

“Meooww!”

The fact is ...for some reason (but do cats really have any reason?), the kitten they adopted seems to attack anyone who tries to touch her except her favorite human.

As Elliot finished reading the letter, he looked up at the e-bike. To say he was a little intimidated by the machine would be an understatement. To be honest, he had always detested motorized vehicles after finding out that some of them caused stress and anxiety to dogs due to unnecessary noise they make. It also didn't help that Elliot didn't know the first thing about riding a bike, let alone a motorized one. He much preferred to walk, as it was good for the environment and a person's well-being. Plus, didn't you need a license to ride a motorized vehicle, anyway? Elliot never saw reason to get one, especially since he was so young. ...But just leaving the bike there after it had been given to him would be rude and hurtful to the person who gave it to him.

"Maybe... I can have Mina-san or Yorii-san teach me how to ride it..." He thought, before heading back into his house to observe the other two gifts he had received. He was particularly interested in the mug. To say he loved the design on it would be an understatement. He smiled as he made sure to use that cup the next he got. Picking up one of sweet treats from his final gift, Elliot took the leap and bit into one. His eyes grew round as his mouth absorbed the flavors of the white bean paste.

Looking at the other three uneaten ones, he debated between leaving some for his siblings. He knew Yorii loved anything that was sweet. He wasn't sure about Mina-san, but he knew Yorii would just eat hers if she didn't. Nodding, he took one more treat from the plate and left the rest sitting on the kitchen table. He smiled as he headed back to his study room, very happy at how this day was going.

[triotastic]

Just a little smth i wrote for english. We were practicing descriptive mode, and this turned out pretty well. Figured id post it here :D

Octo Canyon. It was a very pretty area despite, well, everything. Now that everyone had gone to Splatsville, it was pretty quiet. 4 was still used to hearing the chatter of Marie and Callie upon popping out of the red rimmed grate, but the quaint little cabin was empty now. Even the taped up snow globe was empty. Apparently Octavio made his way to the Splatlands too. 4 glanced at the rest of the familiar landscape, catching sight of the purple, green, and orange training dummies near the short wall. She looked a little further over, taking a second to inspect the blue couch over by the tree, smiling a bit as she saw the little zapfish green mini zapfish plush, with its slightly patchy look and little offset eyes. It was surprisingly soft too, with all the different bits of fabric.

She looked back and rather than just glancing over it, she looked at the archway that led to the rest of the floating island. She always wondered if those tentacle shaped rocks were always like that, or if they were carved specifically to fit the theme. They didn’t look very natural, but rocks are weird sometimes, so it could be either, she supposed.

As she shifted her attention down a little bit, 4 found herself remembering her first day as an agent, looking at that very same ramp for the first time. It was a very strange situation back then, she’d followed a strange woman into a manhole - look it wasn’t smart but her curiosity got the better of her! She got to be a secret agent out of it anyways. - that first look at what she’d gotten herself into. Thinking back, it was pretty funny seeing Marie’s reaction to her just not knowing who she was, but it was pretty awkward back then. It is pretty surreal to think about though. Just beyond that archway are the kettles that lead into the various Octarian Domes. They were invisible at first, but the way the surroundings looked through them was just off enough that she was able to tell where they were. She still remembers the slow ‘tut-tut-tut’ of the hero shot, and the odd ‘clink clink clink’ of the kettle being hit.

Back to the present, and back to the cabin, she decided to make her way over there. The little red roofed building had a strange brass, almost flower shaped tube on the top. She thinks Marie called it a grandma-phone or something? Weird name, but who is she to judge? The little red lanterns hanging from the roof always looked nice, and the green sheet of fabric that covers the door is there like always, it’s got a slight wave pattern at the bottom. There’s a little green and silver kettle hiding behind it, with some cute little white and yellow flowers at the bottom. She looks at the old phone hanging on the side of the cabin, all old and green from oxidation. It looks eerily similar to the phone down in the deepsea metro. 8’s had a lot of time to talk about her time down there, especially now that everyone’s over in the Splatlands. She better head inside now, gotta make herself something to eat!

[regalfairytaleacademy]

Hello there, I'm Charisse Locks, the offspring of a Demon and an Angel , the prefect of Regal Fairytale Academy. Let me introduce to you the dormitory where I live now.

Charisse: Nymfevilla is the dorm I currently reside with my friend and roommate, Viridian.

The architecture of the house reminds me of the dorms my family told me they reside in before, instead of Gothic Revival, it looks like a replica of a dollhouse, because of its cute style.

After I was admitted to this college, I moved here because of my identity not suitable some of seven official dorms. However, the house at that time was not as beautiful as it is now.

It was a crumbling mansion, with fog everywhere, and all the crows flying in front of me were about to scratch and hurt me.

Fortunately, I was invited to hang out by my father and dad that day, and my family, friends and school staff quickly rebuilt it before I went home.

As soon as you enter the dormitory, you can see a pink flag with the dormitory logo is hung on the light pole in the front yard.

This flag was made by my family before they went to build the house alongside the people.

Inside is a garden that Charisse and Viridian use a lot to host some fundraising events and throw some tea parties for them. It has a beautiful pavilion around various flowers, which they worked hard to plant.

Some plants are grown by us, such as asters and marigolds, but others are grown by some of my friends and relatives, such as cockershells, snapdragons and some herbs.

It has a road was connected to the school planetarium.

This road I can go through straightly to if I need more information for filling my astronomy school projects.

Enter the house, enter from the entrance hall, and you can see the hallway in the middle of the circular stairs.

Walking from the hallways, the next room is the lounge where she and her roommate for take a rest. It is also the place Charisse use to invite relatives and friends to have a chat.

You would never know, the dining room is connected to the lounge and acts as a mirror for the hallway, reflecting the view from the lounge.

On the right side of the corridor, there is a door with a musical note motif that is the music room. There are various musical instruments inside, especially a piano.

It always reminds me of my family, who are also experts in this.

Besides the piano, the violin, guitar, and drum set remind me of my relatives (even if they play very little.)

On the second floor, start with Charisse's room.

Whatever I enter into my room it make me mistakes to the room of an uncle of mine who had same style, but with some decorations like flowers.

But before rebuilding this house, I was lying on a bed that was hard as a rock, had a hard time and couldn't sleep all day 😵

Thanks to them, I can sleep as much as I want until I wake up naturally ☺️ The mattress they gave me is the most soft and comfortable, it felt like I'm lying on fluffy marshmallows or clouds.

Still, I can't forget the I'm in school 😅

The aesthetics in my room are classical and gothic, with some fairytale core as details.

There has a huge wardrobe nearby her bed. Inside has plethora of outfits with different styles; ball gowns, casual clothing, and others. Even all of kinds of accessories and shoes !!

All kinds of "surprise" appears in my new wardrobe feels like I living in a "princess" life to me 😅

My friends and cousins often humoured my fathers had already treat me like their daughter, though I'm their creation and without any blood-related.

The room next to the bedroom is her study, probably given to her by her dad. It has a secret passway that accessed in the library.

This passway is something I hadn't noticed before inspecting the rebuilt house. No one knows about it except me and Viridian.

Notably, my study is adjacent to my room.

From the study through the secret door or through the hallway on the second floor, there is a dark green door is the library.

It's not as big as the one at school, but still has a lot of books that I use to study and on spare time.

In addition, cousins ​​and friends who are interested in books often ask me to borrow books. They even hosted their study groups here and invited me to come.

Charisse: That's all for this today. See ya next time! 💕

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise XIX

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction. 

XIX:

It’s the same place!

I grab the nearest body to me which happens to be Kade. Like when Gavin and I fell through, we’re all on our assess so I know I have a moment to stop everyone before we walk into the same trap.

“Wait,” I say as the fear from my past latches back onto me. It’s evident in my voice.

“What?” Kade asks and frowns. I don’t know if he’s realized our change in scenery yet or if he’s just choosing not to acknowledge it. Knowing him, he’s figured it’s useless to mention it.

“I know this place.” I let him go and stand up.

“You do?” Starla asks, also standing. She looks around with confusion etched onto her face but she’s not noticeably perturbed.

Oz stands as well as Kade and I look to Oz who is, other than me, the most distressed by our situation. He frowns as he pokes at a nearby leaf.

“Are we in the real world then?” he asks before turning to settle his gaze on me. “You remembered this from your past, right?”

I nod. “I don’t know if this place is the real world though.”

“Where the fuck are we then?” Kade follows up with less care. He looks up as a bird flies overhead.

“I…don’t know exactly.” I gulp when I realize I’m contradicting myself. Everyone stares at me with expectance but I only have one thing to really bring to the table. “This is just where I died. Me and my husband both died here.”

Oz steps closer and grabs my shoulders. “What?” His stare is intense and, while I’m used to it, with all the other emotions coursing through me, I’m rendered speechless.

“Give him some space,” Starla suggests, “He looks like he just remembered.”

Slowly, Oswald lets me go and steps back. “Sorry…Melvin, can you talk us through what you remember?”

I give a slight nod. He and Starla continue to watch me, anticipation clear on their faces, while Kade starts to pace about and nudge the plants around us with his axe.

After I swallow the lump in my throat, I do my best to retell what happened. The most important aspects, I make sure to stress.

“Whatever that flower thing may be, it’s strong. I don’t think we stand a chance against it.” I can’t watch everyone I care about be cut down by that monster and I’d very much like to remain in one piece as well.

“I don’t see a way back,” Starla says with a sigh.

It’s true that the crack we entered through seems to have been a one-way trip but I can’t overstate how much I don’t want to run into that flower monster again.

“We can look for something together,” Oz responds and offers a fleeting smile for me.

“I can chop the forest down,” Kade suggests and swings his axe around.

Oz points at him. “No.”

He rolls his eyes but sets his axe back in its holster. Starla silently chuckles and I wish I could enjoy the moment as well but my heart still hasn’t restarted and my muscles refuse to relax.

We begin to search the area for anything suspicious. It’s much easier said than done on account of how everything here looks suspicious. I start to touch every plant I see, hoping that the exit will work like the entrance does. Maybe I’ll be sucked back and spit out wherever Kendra is if I just touch the right item.

“I hear running water,” Starla mentions after we’ve been searching for a while. She picks up a rock and inspects it before dropping it to the ground.

“I heard that last time too,” I say with a frown.

“Maybe we can find the source and follow the stream? If this is connected to civilization, we’ll find people eventually, right?”

It’s not a bad plan under regular circumstances but I don’t think, in this case, it’ll be too helpful.

“But if this is a separate reality then it might not work that way,” Oz actually says what’s on my mind.

“I don’t see why we can’t just confront this thing,” Kade mumbles and crosses his arms. “It’s a plant, you said. I’ll just chop it down.”

“And if we need it to let us out?” Oz asks.

“Then we should be seeking it out anyway.”

I don’t like either of their stances even if I feel Oz has a point. I already know how that thing reacts to intruders. I’ve clung to a sense of optimism before, sometimes ignorantly so, but this time I can’t pretend that if we just try really hard the result will be different.

“Melvin?” Starla gets my attention.

“…Yes?” I’m sure I’ve missed something with the way she and the other two look at me.

“We were wondering if we should find the flower thing and try to talk to it…?” She winces prematurely, as if she’s expecting me to yell at her.

I don’t have the strength to do that or the will. My shoulders sag and I close my eyes. “I…Gavin tried talking to it before.”

“Melvin…” Oz steps closer. He reaches out as if he’s going to grab me but he thinks better of it and lets his hands hang at his sides. “We can’t stay here forever just looking for an exit. We should be proactive.”

My stomach sinks. I’m being outvoted, like usual. “…don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he responds, sounding as serious as ever but that just hurts me more.

“That’s what Gavin said too.”

No one responds right away—Starla even looks down.

“Well, we’re not Gavin,” Kade states the obvious as he stares at me, “And you’re not Liam anymore.”

I can’t tell if he’s sick of me holding everyone back or if he’s genuinely trying to make me feel better. I’m so confused by his tone and intent that I almost snap completely out of my fear induced funk.

“I…I know that,” I say.

Kade shrugs. “Then don’t let their fate dictate yours. We could have a chance—you don’t know.”

I find myself jealous of Kade in that moment. Not only do I wish I could think the way he does but I also want to have no memories of my past. They have given me a sense of self but, right now, they do nothing but harm me. I’m not even sure that the lack of a past bothers him or if he’s just creating his personality as he goes.

There’s something freeing about that.

I’m too chained to Liam to understand it.

“Fine,” I concede.

“Lead the way then,” Kade demands and gestures his hand out toward me.

Oz sighs loudly and pushes him in the arm before returning to my side. “I’ll walk with you.”

I nod and let him keep me company as I begin to walk the path of my past destruction. Each step fills my body with dread and I find every movement closer harder—heavier. My lungs strain to keep full and my heart hammers so hard it’s starting to hurt.

The clearing comes into view and I grip Oz’s wrist immediately.

That flower is still there, as I knew it would be, and it’s in a near identical position as last time. It’s lying on the ground and the roots spread out around it, a few arching up over the grass.

“That is a big ass flower,” Kade mentions as he takes it in. He and Starla had been keeping close behind us but, now that we’re where we need to be, he walks out and forward.

“Don’t provoke it,” Starla warns her brother as if she knows exactly what’s on his mind.

Kade sighs and I spot him retract his hand from the handle of his battle axe. “What do we do then?”

“Last time, it awoke at the sound of talking…” I say despite the fact that doesn’t appear to be the case anymore. Otherwise, it would already be up and, probably, trying to dismember Kade if I were to take a guess.

Oswald nods curtly and pries my hand off of him. He shoots me a soft look before walking even closer to the red bud.

I want to yell and tell him to stop but I can’t force the words out. I just reach out and wince.

“We do not mean to enter your home,” Oz says with a loud, clear voice. “I know this is no excuse but we just want a way back to where we came from. Though, preferably, we’d like to be placed into the real world. If you can…we would be most grateful.”

My eyes dart between him and the flower and I watch with a churning gut.

As soon as the flower stirs, a jolt of adrenaline runs through me but I can’t do anything with it. I have to just stand there and endure.

“Ho—ly—” Starla murmurs.

The flower rises up and displays itself the same as before. “You trespassers are back…? No…only one of you returns.”

Everyone glances over at me and, while I notice that from my peripherals, my eyes are stuck to the plant. How does it know it’s still me? I don’t look anything like Liam.

“I sense your confusion. I can simply read your energy,” the flower continues, “What brings you and even more of your kind here?”

“As I said,” Oz replies with the same tone as before. It’s amazing to me that he’s showing no signs of terror. There’s no way he’s not feeling it. “We came here by accident. We just want to leave.”

“I thought I fixed the rip in the world…”

“…Who are you…?” Starla asks, staring at the flower with awe in her eyes.

“No one of your concern,” it responds easily.

“Hey, don’t talk to my sister like that,” Kade warns and I tense even more than I thought possible.

Starla doesn’t miss a beat, however, and comes back with, “Are you the source of IVAR’s power?”

I had not even thought of that. I’m so taken aback by the connection I almost can’t feel my terror anymore. It would make sense. I was killed by this thing and then awoke as Melvin. If it was the heart of IVAR, that would explain how I ended up here when none of the memories I’ve received from Liam show me using the system.

But the flower responds in audible confusion. “Who is Ivar?”

“The system, IVAR,” Starla clarifies. “It stands for Immersive Virtual Alternate Reality. It’s where we entered from.”

“…What…?”

We all exchange glances. I guess that theory is out since the flower does not even know what we’re referring to.

“That’s a bit beside the point,” Oz brings us back to the main problem; “We just need to leave. Could you help us?”

The rumbling that emerges from the flower sends me back and I brace for impact. This time I see the vines whip up around the flower but they don’t slice anyone just yet.

“And why should I?”

“Because he asked fuckin’ nicely,” Kade antagonizes even though I mentally beg him not to.

The blur of green through the air is faster than my reaction time. I’m yelling only after it’s struck down toward Kade. I recoil, expecting a bloody mess when the vine retreats but I find Kade, perfectly fine and in one piece.

He’s…dodged it.

“Ha!” he shouts and takes the axe from his back.

“Kade, no!” I scream but he starts hacking at the roots of the monster anyway.

“Stop!” Starla begs.

Another vine whips toward him and, this time, I don’t think he’ll be able to move quickly enough. Oz still tries to run to Kade regardless and I watch as far too much happens far too fast.

I can only register what’s happened after it’s over and the images lag in my brain, shambling into place. Oz does jump over and Kade is in the midst of swinging his axe against another root. I don’t believe Oz will reach him in time but I had been assuming he was trying to shove Kade out of the way.

He didn’t.

He’s thrown himself in the way and been cut across the middle. As he falls to the ground, Kade finally realizes that we’re all trying to get him to stop.

Kade drops his axe and a second tendril follows the first—a move I don’t even see until it’s slashing him down the front.

When he falls is about the time I absorb everything I’ve seen and I cry out in agony. I knew this would happen again!

I knew I’d lose to this monster again!

Starla’s screaming mixes with mine but not for long as she’s struck down next. I close my eyes and drop to my knees, knowing I’m next.

The searing pain in my chest isn’t even surprising.

But the suddenness of it’s absence is.

My eyes flutter open and I glance down to see the green vine retreating from my torso and, in it’s wake, static and colorful squares fill my wound and I feel much better. I whip my head up and look around at the others who are all stumbling up, their injuries also glitching back together.

“You…aren’t alive?” The flower asks and the bud lowers toward the ground. “Yet you aren’t properly dead either…”

Oz checks his hands as if he’s expecting blood but he then he looks away to stare at the flower. “I guess not.”

The red blossom twitches and I expect another attack though I’m no longer as afraid of it. Instead of a second assault, the petals of the flower begin to bloom and I’m amazed by how much larger it becomes as it opens.

That light I noticed just before Liam’s death shines out but then recedes as more and more of it is revealed. In the center of the flower is a strange shape and I don’t get a good look until the light draws back to just illuminate the form.

It’s like two humanoid creatures embracing and their bodies are glowing. One stands behind the other, wrapping its arms around them and resting their head in the crook of their partner’s neck. The one in the front bears two sets of arms—one pair holds their partner while the other stretches out, slowly swaying on either side of them. The petals fan out around them and, from the being in the back, emerges six wings that vary in color but blend into the petals. Their feet rest on the snake-like stem and, at some points, the stem looks as though it might be a part of their bodies as well.

The sight renders all four of us silent.

It’s a lot to take in.

“You cannot return to the world of the living but you cannot stay here—you are not permitted.” The humanoid in the front says and I can tell because their mouth opens, releasing more light as it does so.

“We can’t go back into IVAR,” Starla counters.

“The news of this IVAR greatly troubles us…” they continue with contemplation in their voice, “If others like yourselves can reach this place through it then it must be dealt with…”

“Hey, you listening?” Kade balks.

To my surprise, they chuckle. I don’t know if it’s just because I am now faced with a more humanoid shape but I swear the flower sounds more pleasant now. I suppose it does help that they aren’t trying to kill us anymore.

“Yes. I cannot give you much but I will do this: I will bestow bodies onto you that will give you access to the larger world. In turn, you must never return here.”

“Deal,” I say without a second thought.

The light from their form starts to grow again and it gets to a point where I have to cover my eyes with my hand. There is warmth in the light and all of my fear and even my hatred for the being are washed away as it passes over me. I almost don’t remember why I ever despised this place.

But it’s gone in a flash and we’re falling into a much darker space. I hear someone let out an “oof” upon contact with the cool, hard floor. I have someone’s knee in my back and I grunt and try to sit up but Kade is over my lap.

“Guys?!” A new voice calls out and I crane my neck up and look around.

It’s still dark but there is a blue glow coming from a computer that sits on the floor a few feet away. And, beside that computer is a large woman. I can only see her outline but I know I’m not familiar with it. Despite this, with her next words, I feel I do actually know her.

“How in the hell are you here?! I was still working on getting you out…what happened?”

[captaincryolicious]

1.43 pm / wildflower

so so so soft for collei <3 i love her

no matter how brightly the sun shone on a summer day, under the canopy of the large trees of the jungle you always lingered in the shadow, protected from the murky heat and treacherous rays of sunshine. of course the temperatures still rose pretty high in sumeru's rainforest, but it wasn't all that bad without the bright sun scorching everything in its wake – it was the main reason why you preferred being here rather than in the nation's wide sandlands.

you were walking over something that was barely worth being called a path, parallel to the edge of the shallow river that meandered through the jungle. collei was a little ahead of you, completely immersed in the small notebook she was holding. as a forest ranger, trainee or not, it was her task to watch over the forest and its flora and fauna. and like you often did, you decided to join her on patrol today. 

     "master tighnari recently cleared a withering zone nearby, i think we should check on that area to see if it's still clear," collei pondered out loud. 

     "right," you agreed, and you followed the girl as she altered her direction, straying away from the path. 

it wasn't a long walk to get to the place collei mentioned, but making your way through the lush jungle felt like a hike regardless. there were so many plants, vines, rocks, slopes, and other obstacles that made it harder to smoothly get to your destination. but you had gotten quite used to the rainforest, and you managed to get through fairly well. you simply followed collei, since she seemed to know where she was going. 

     "we're here," the green-haired girl announced, coming to a halt. she took a good look around, and you did the same.

you couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. the grass underneath your feet was lush and the greenery grew lavishly. tiny flowers embellished the forest ground, while taller ones bloomed in the jungle's underbrush. even the scent that lingered in the air seemed completely normal. 

     "on first glance it looks okay," collei mused. "do you mind if i take a closer look?" 

     "no no, go ahead," you replied. collei, despite being just a trainee, had a keen eye and would most likely find a lot more than your inexperienced gaze. 

the girl wandered off and you remained on your spot, not wanting to get in her way. but it got boring rather quickly and the tiny flowers at your feet caught your eye. they sprung between the grass in a variety of colors. you found them adorable, and a sudden idea struck your mind. you quickly checked to see if collei wasn't looking, but the forest ranger was intently inspecting the roots of a tree, not paying you any mind. 

you crouched down, and gently started picking some of the pretty flowers around you. you made sure to gather a few of all the colors you found; yellow and orange, pink and blue, red and purple. together they formed a small bouquet of wildflowers and you smiled in satisfaction. it wasn't much, but you didn't want to take too many flowers from the jungle. 

collei didn't take too long, and she was quick to finish her investigation and come over to you again.

     "it's all good," she concluded. "i couldn't find anything bad. nothing seems to be permanently damaged here– y/n, what do you have behind your back?"

you held the small bouquet hidden behind your back, and it had picked the trainee's interest. her purple eyes regarded you curiously, and you smiled as you presented the flowers to the girl. 

     "i found them very cute," you explained. "reminded me of you." 

collei looked at you in surprise, and she smiled bashfully when she took the small bouquet from your hand gingerly. 

     "thank you, y/n," she said shyly. "that's very kind of you." 

you grinned at the girl. collei was adorable, and you wanted nothing but to protect her, to keep her happy, to secure that smile on her face. she had been through so much, and she deserved a lot better than what her past gave her. when tighnari told you that collei seemed genuinely happier since you came to gandharva village, it was the biggest compliment you'd ever gotten. you wanted to keep it that way. 

as the two of you made your way through the jungle to get back to the village, collei held the wildflowers close, and the smile she wore on her face was worth everything.

[cheesus-doodles]

I can picture it now, it’s y/ns wedding day, she getting married to one of the toman boys (cough* not Mikey *cough). After years of mitsuyu subtly pushing her toward dating one of the boys instead of some random guy, the day has come. He planned everything, from the wedding dress she has been wanting since she was 14, to the venue, to the tiny strawberry cakes. Mitsuyu is happy, and so are the other boys. Now if they can just prevent Mikey from crashing the wedding

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I'm thinking having grown up around so much western imagery and influence, you probably always imagined having a western-style wedding in a small chapel like all those shows you saw in your childhood, maybe held after a traditional Japanese Shinto-style wedding. Doesn't matter which of the Toman boys you chose to date and marry - apparently except Mikey (yall bullies I swear) - all of them would be more than willing to go along with whatever you wanted. As long as you were happy, so were they.

Imagine your surprise when Mitsuya helps you to plan your wedding, only to pull out all his old notes and designs for everything that you once talked about with him when you were 14, having even written down the recipe that he experimented with for those tiny cakes that you to how the flourish of chocolate and half strawberries will come together to seat atop the luxurious cream. And then an extra surprise when Mitsuya pulls out the completed wedding dress, the same one you had fantasied about for so long, and that he had been secretly working on all these time. Feel free to have him make any tweaks you wanted, this boy is more than happy to do whatever you wanted - its your big day after all, and he would spare nothing to make sure you were happy. The dress fit like a dream even on the first try, Mitsuya having had your measurements basically already memorised by heart after making so many different pieces for you to model over the years.

Whoever the lucky boy is that gets to marry you would be manhandled into getting a suit custom tailored for him by Mitsuya, who wouldn't trust anyone else to do the job - your wedding had to be absolutely perfect, and he wasn't going to let his Toman friends dress like some slob. And so the day creeps closer and closer, but nothing you have to stressed about, Mitsuya has everything coordinated and under control with the help from the rest of the founders - bouquets are inspected down to the flower for perfection, playlists are handled, the bird that you wanted to release plump and happy, wedding invitations sent out (very limited invitations of course, no one else was allowed to even lay their unworthy gaze on you).

But its funny you think that anyone can keep Mikey, of all people, from crashing your wedding by either not telling him about you getting married or simply not sending him an invitation. It would be kind of a decision made among just the founders not to invite Mikey, without informing you, since you would just question why he couldn't come for your big day and insist on letting him in - you were honestly too nice, but Mitsuya wants everything to run smooth as butter. So they'll leave you out of that decision, opting to only tell you Mikey couldn't make it.

But the moment you disappear for even 5 minutes, especially when Mikey comes round looking for your attention, he absolutely knows something is up. Your door was never locked at this time of the day, and it was his turn for cuddles. You never skipped his cuddle time. And the hunt begins, with Mikey tracking you down like some sort of bloodhound to your wedding just about to start. Wanders into the lot of the chapel and presses his face up against the window, but the moment it clicks in this baby boys head what was happening, and realizing that you were going to marry someone that wasn't him - all hell breaks loose.

Doesn't matter if the rest of the founders are standing guard by the door, if Mikey wanted in, by all means he was going in. You getting absolutely glomped just as you were about to walk down the aisle, your needy friend starting to cry and refusing to let go, whimpering that you were trying to leave him, and that you hated him. All five boys are somehow unable to pry him off, but you gently shoo them away, kinda guessing at this point that they must have left him out to stop this from happening. But you understood Mikey well, instead bundling this baby boy into your arms and just pressing a kiss to his forehead, promising that you weren't ever going to leave him even if you were marrying another founder, and if he would like to walk with you down the aisle.

Mikey just clutching on to you for dear life, one of your arm wrapped around him and him with both arms around you, but everyone who got an invitation were more than used to his needy, possessive behaviour at this point - just sigh and let it go since you were okay with it. Death stares at your soon-to-be husband coupled with the normal promises of pain and torture in his eyes, but they wash off all the Toman founders after so many years following Mikey around. Very fussy and clingy even at the altar, you just fondly telling him to behave okay, and he'll get that handmade taiyaki you've specially made for him.

Insists on getting a kiss after you kissed your now-husband and exchanged rings, taking the opportunity when you press another kiss to the top of his head to smack your Toman husband who he thought was his friend - how dare he kiss you like that. Not allowed, absolutely not allowed.

Be prepared to spend the rest of your wedding day soothing and comforting Mikey, running your hand through his hair while he sits and cuddles in your lap, pressing his face into the crook of your neck and absolutely refusing to let go of you no matter what. Maybe it wasn't that bad if you married a fellow Toman founder, since it meant that you won't ever going to leave - would be better if you married him, but even this boy probably knows that he wouldn't be able to care for you like you deserved. Still, that just meant that he could continue to enjoy and bathe in your love and attention without the hard work.

[jade-parcels]

Gift giving

With Xiao, Kaeya, Childe and Albedo :)

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Xiao:

He isn’t that great at finding things you’ll like. Xiao is super attentive, he knows what you like but when he’s standing there in front of a jewelry stand or patch of wild flowers he feels like an idiot

He just overthinks things, blows them way out of proportion in his head. This is all new to him still! And he feels like a jerk when you bring little trinkets to him cause you make it seem so effortless :(

“Xiao, look at this! Its a necklace made of a geovisap tooth! Isn’t it beautiful?” “Mhm” “I got one for you too” See?? See?? You always just find things like that! Probably because you’re more social than he is

One day, while clearing a hilichurl camp, he finds a lizard and remembers you talking about them. You went on and on about how some lizards lose their tails or camouflage with their surroundings (he listened to your entire rant about it) So he snatches it up and heads back to the Wangshu Inn, demanding a glass jar from Verr Goldet so he can keep it contained.

When you’re done with your commissions and make your way up to his room, he pretty much shoves the lizard jar into your hands the second you open the door

“What’s this?” “It’s a lizard” “Right...But why are you giving me a lizard..?”

Now he’s flustered and embarrassed “You said you liked them. Whatever, give it back I’ll go put it outside-“ “No! No, thank you very much. I love it”

He scoffs and crosses his arms, leaning into your hold when you hug him. Even though you liked it, he feels ridiculous . And his chest feels all warm inside...maybe he is turning into a softie...

Kaeya:

Kaeya loves being romantic with you! Any kind of grand gesture like giving you flowers or bringing home a fancy bottle of wine are common when you’re together

He’ll bring home flowers at the end of the week so you always have fresh ones! Flora has started setting aside flowers in advance cause she knows Kaeya will stop by and ask for the same bouquet of cecelias as he does every week

You’ll be walking along the streets of Mondstadt, running errands for Glory and collecting payments from Katheryne, the warm summer breeze in your face...And you’re yanked into an alley between houses “There you are! I’ve been patrolling all afternoon looking for you, beautiful~”

He’ll press cool kisses to your face before pulling back to look at you again “I have something you might like” there’s a mischievous glint in his eye as he pulls a ring from his pocket. The gemstone in it matches the one in his earring. When you ask where he got it he just laughs and winks “Aha, let’s just say it’s from a ‘friend’”

Most material gifts he gives you will be from ‘friends’ (or informants) but if that bothers you, you can always tell him to knock it off pffttt

Otherwise the gifts he gives you will be flowers, wine and food. Why? Because those are things you get to enjoy together :’) he loves spending quality time with you! So when you get to sit back together and enjoy each other’s company??? He wishes he could bottle up that feeling of warmth and love he feels towards you uuugh

Be careful though cause when you start buying him expensive things, he’ll try to one-up you lmao

Childe:

Ah yes, our favorite rich boy! He has plenty of mora to spend on you! Trust me... He’ll spoil you

He spoils his family back home because he loves them so that’s exactly what he’ll do for you! You like those shoes? They’re yours! You like the food from that little stand? He’d buy the whole thing if you’d let him

He’s also famous for coming home from long work trips with a bunch of boxes full of stuff for you! Clothes, trinkets, anything he thought you’d like “Childe, you didn’t have to spend so much on me” “Aw~ Don’t worry about it!”

Childe can be a bit overwhelming at times so tell him if he’s stressing you out with his spending!! I mean, he probably won’t stop anytime soon and just tease you about it but he’ll think it’s cute that you’re worried about his bank account ;)

He tries so hard to make things for you but they almost always fail so he hides/throws out his attempts! It would be so embarrassing if you saw Tartaglia, the 11th Fatui Harbinger struggling so hard with knitting needles lmao poor guy!! This is why he just buys things

If you were to make him something though, he’d probably get emotional. It doesn’t matter what that thing may be! A pair of mittens, a painting, arrows for his bow, it really doesn’t matter! If you took the time to MAKE him something?? He’s gonna be totally speechless.

“Woah! Babe, this...This is...wow. I didn’t know you were so good at this” he’ll inspect every inch of it, eyes wide with childish excitement “I can’t wait to take you home to my parents, they would get a kick out of this”

Albedo:

Most of the gifts Albedo gives you will be made by him! So if you’re into handmade things, he’s your man!

He paints and sketches in his free time so when he has to be away from you, he’ll paint landscapes of the places he goes to give you when he comes home

He’ll also paint portraits of you and your friends/family if you ask! If he can make time, he’ll get everyone together to paint a big portrait of you all :)

You’re the only one allowed to see his u finished paintings. Albedo loves it when you come keep him company while he paints or works. He’s used to a nice, quiet lab but now that he has you, the quiet isn’t as nice anymore :( he likes having you with him to tell him stories about your adventures or complain about commissions, anything to fill the silence

Oh oh oh another thing he loves is this: the two of you sit on the ground beneath a tree, the sun in your faces. You between his legs with your back against his chest and you paint together on the same canvas :’) you’ve got birds chirping, wind blowing and you’re talking...Ugh, he feels so at ease and loved when you’re here

Your presence is the greatest gift you could give him! “You should stop by again tomorrow evening, I could use your help with an experiment or two” that’s a lie, he just wants you to get you alone lol

[stiltonbasket]

Can we have a hundred day celebration for Shuilan in renouncement? Would love to see Wangxian happily showing off their baby and the everyone being KO’d by her cuteness.

If anyone had told Wei Wuxian what his future would hold five years ago, he would have laughed at the impossibility, and then dug a hole for himself in his favorite radish patch until Wen Qing came along to fetch him. 

How strange it would have sounded to the Yiling Laozu holding court in the Burial Mounds, scraping by on thin luobo stew and the odd egg from market to feed A-Yuan, that one day a child of his would receive the blessings of all the Lan sect the moment she came into the world, and again thrice over at her hundred-day feast! It scarcely seems real to him now, after more than a year as Lan Zhan’s husband and the Lan Clan’s Xinhua-jun, and the sight of his richly dressed reflection in the looking glass bewilders him so much that he scarcely registers it when Lan Zhan materializes behind him with A-Lan in his arms.

“A-Lan looks so sweet, Lan Zhan,” he laughs, when his husband reaches out to touch his elbow--in a gesture that means come back, xingan, for I am here beside you, and you need never want for anything again. “She’s sparkling almost as much as you are.”

Lan Zhan dressed the baby in a tiny, glittering robe covered with beaded flowers, and whenever the light falls upon her little body, A-Lan glows like a moonlit pearl: so cool and soft and calm that Wei Wuxian can scarcely look away from her, even after the hundred-day feast is well underway in the banquet hall. He and Lan Zhan hold the seats of honor today, rather than Lan Xichen, and Xiao-Yu sits close beside them with his fluffy hair tied up into two pigtails.

“May I hold her, Hanguang-jun?” a kindly matron from the Cheng sect asks. Lan Zhan nods, and Lan-bao is swiftly transferred into Cheng-er-furen’s arms: puzzled by her sudden ascent, certainly, but happy enough to blink her big eyes up at Second Lady Cheng and coo like a roosting pigeon.

“Oh,” Cheng-er-furen gasps, as A-Lan kicks her tiny feet in their pink satin shoes. “Xinhua-jun, she’s beautiful.”

Wei Wuxian feels his heart quiver in his breast. “They say that one beauty recognizes another,” he says gravely, laughing out loud when Lady Cheng’s cheeks flush red. “Lan-bao can already tell, Lan Zhan, don’t you think?”

Lan Zhan presses his lips together and refuses to answer, but Wei Wuxian can see them twitching up at the corners. “That means he agrees with me,” he teases, as Cheng-furen slips a red packet into Xiao-Yu’s hands and kisses the toe of A-Lan’s little sock. “Don’t you, xingan?”

Lady Cheng rolls her eyes at their flirting and passes down the line with a smile, yielding her place to the next guest before going to find a seat at the banquet table.

“Ah, Wei-xiong,” the next well-wisher sighs, snapping open his favorite fan and holding it out to the baby. “A-Lan’s gathered quite a crowd today, hasn’t she?”

“Well, we did limit the full-moon ceremony to only our friends and family,” Wei Wuxian points out. As far as social events go, A-Lan’s full moon was one of the most exclusive gatherings of the year, open to members of the Lan sect and only by invitation to guests outside the Cloud Recesses; Ouyang Zizhen was generally envied as the sole attendee unconnected to Wei Wuxian by sect or familial ties, though he would have been invited anyway as Ouyang-zongzhu’s heir. “Lan Zhan was worried that we might fall ill during the monsoon season, so of course we had to invite everyone now that the weather’s turned warm again.”

Huaisang gives a meditative nod and lets A-Lan chew on the handle of his fan. “Lan-bao doesn’t have any teeth,” he yawns, when Wei Wuxian stares at the fan in disbelief and tries to pull it out of the baby’s mouth. “She can gum on my fan all she wants, I doubt she can put a dent in it.”

But the fan loses its charm before long, and A-Lan starts fussing in her blue satin wrap and refuses to settle until Wei Wuxian picks her up. The next group of guests offers their good-wishes one by one, leaving behind gifts like red packets and jade pendants and enough books to set up a new wing in the Library Pavilion; and a little while later, a shy two-year-old wanders up with his mother and presents a clumsily-carved dizi, just the right size for a toddler about as old as he is.

“I married out of the Cloud Recesses, so I live with my husband in Caiyi now,” the mother explains, as her son looks into Lan-bao’s crib with big eyes and makes soft cooing sounds in a clear attempt to play with her. “He runs a woodworking shop, so when we heard about the invitation to Lan-xiao-guniang’s hundred-day, Fang’er asked him to help carve a dizi for her.”

Wei Wuxian is so thoroughly charmed that he promises to stop by the woodworking shop later in the month, and present little Lan Fang--who seems to have taken his mother’s name, to retain his connection to her sect--with a learning dizi of his own.

“You can never begin too early,” Lan Zhan offers, catching Xiao-Yu by the sleeve to stop him from feeding his spicy peanut snacks to Lan Fang. “Does he prefer the flute above other instruments, furen? If so, he could come to the Cloud Recesses to study alongside Xiao-Yu when Wei Ying starts his music lessons.”

Wei Wuxian flinches, wondering if Lan Zhan has lost his senses--because what good mother would send her son to learn the dizi from the infamous Yiling Patriarch, even if he had been redeemed in the eyes of the gentry by his marriage to Lan Wangji? But Lan Fang’s mother is already nodding, looking fondly at Xiao-Yu as he offers Fang’er a bite of tangyuan, and the look in her eyes when she turns to Wei Wuxian is full of nothing but happiness.

“Xiao-Fang doesn’t get along very well with the children in Caiyi,” she sighs. “But he’ll surely come to study here one day, so if I could send him and know that Xiao-Yu-gongzi would look out for him--”

“Xiao-Yu will!” A-Yu exclaims, grabbing Lan Fang’s hand. “He’ll be A-Yu’s shidi!”

Lan Fang is more interested in doting on A-Lan, but Xiao-Yu is delighted by the prospect of having a junior sect brother, and tells the next ten people in line that he has become a shixiong now.

All in all, A-Lan’s hundred-day feast goes off without a hitch, and Wei Wuxian is nearly in tears at the sweetness of it all by the time Jiang Cheng arrives with a set of silver baby jewelry.

“A-Cheng, you shouldn’t have,” he chuckles, ducking his head so that Lan Zhan can pat his eyes with a cool handkerchief. “Lan-bao has enough jewelry for a new set every day, by now!”

“This isn’t just any set of jewelry,” Jiang Cheng informs him, motioning his head disciple to come forward and open the flat jewel-cases to reveal necklaces, bangles, ankle-bracelets and a longevity lock encrusted with silver beads.

Upon closer inspection, Wei Wuxian discovers that each tiny bead is a miniature clarity bell, etched with the Jiang sect lotus blossom and reinforced with so many protective charms that the collected set must have cost a small fortune.

“Didi,” Wei Wuxian begins, trying in vain to swallow the lump in his throat. “This, this is--”

“She won’t be able to wear these for long, but you could get them disassembled and extended with plain silver when she’s older,” his brother interrupts. “But A-Shuai says you should put them into storage when A-Lan gets older, because heaven knows I can’t afford another set.”

Lan Zhan frowns. “Why would we need another set?”

Jiang Cheng fixes him with a pointed stare, and Wei Wuxian feels his cheeks turn crimson when he finally gets the hint.

(Three years later, A-Lan’s hundred-day clarity jewels are passed down to a newborn baby sister, and no one is more pleased than her adoring jiujiu when Wei Chunyang wears them at her own full moon celebration.)

[iambilliejeanok]

🤎A Break With My Lover.🤎

Part One

Pairing: Might Guy x Tenji( made up character)

Summary: Tenj is back from her two month mission and is so excited to spend time with her new boyfriend Guy, who pampers and adores her. Just a cute little short story for all my Guy sensei hoes to enjoy.😊

Warnings: 18+, language, fluff, SFW and NSFW, smut.

Tenji now stood at the entrance of the Hokage mansion, grateful to have been granted a full week's rest after her team worked tirelessly for a full two months. Another breeze blew a curl that dangled from her loose bun into her face, not caring in the slightest to put it back in its place. Her main goal was to reach her beloved apartment and take a much needed cool shower to wash away the grim, sweat and blood that clung to her aching body. With her eyes closed she inhaled a deep long breath, forcing herself to take the first step. Her body felt so heavy and her mind fuzzy, a sudden wave of fatigue ripping a whine from deep in her throat. “Oi, Tenji,” a sharp flick on the side of her neck immediately snapped her out of her sluggish mood. “Tch! Genma what the fuck,” a sly smirk appearing on his smug face as he took pleasure in her frustration, relishing the irritated look he managed to put on her face. “Well hello to you too Tenji, it's been too long, glad that you're back and in one piece it seems,” he spoke as he gave her a quick once over, ensuring that she was really in one piece and he hopefully hadn’t spoken too soon. He noticed the dark circles under her eyes as he inspected her obviously fatigued face, a hint of sympathy pulled at his heart realising she would probably have to walk all the way home on her own despite how tired she was. Tenji noticed the slight worry in his light brown eyes and instantly thought of a plan. Maybe she could convince him to carry her home after seeing the state she was in. “I’m okay I guess, I’m so tired, just wish i had help getting home Genma,” she whimpered as she stepped closer, leaning her chubby cheek into his broad, muscular chest, she looked up at him, hopeful that her long time buddy would show even the tiniest bit kindness he claimed to have, pulling her best puppy face while looking into his light brown eyes, her darker eyes needy as her full lips curved into a pout that he almost gave into until he realised what she was up to. Now, it’s not that he didn’t want to help(maybe a little) but it was also that he had already been summoned by the Hokage and couldn’t afford to be later than he already was and also because he knew Tenji could be such a spoiled brat sometimes and he was not in the mood to baby her today. He averted his gaze and placed two long, slender fingers on her forehead before gently nudging her off of him. “Geez Tenji” , his words almost sounding empathetic until he opened his mouth again, “Good luck finding someone who will help you with that”. Tenji’s mouth hung open in utter defeat as Genma walked right past her, not missing how he unashamedly took in the gorgeous sight of her full, round ass, her uniform gracefully complimenting it with the way her pants clung desperately to the curve of her hips and hugged her ass in a way that he would always appreciate. “Tch”, Tenji scoffed as she turned fully to face him, his soft light, brown eyes slowly climbing up her body taking in her front, failing to hide the disappointment in them, missing the blessed sight she turned away from him, reluctantly looking back up into her darker orbs to wink at her, disappearing into the Hokage mansion. She blamed herself for expecting anything from that perverted bastard, as she hesitantly began her dreadful walk down the busy streets of Konoha.

Tenji kept her eyes glued to the ground, drowning out the sounds of the happy village folk all around her, as she continued on replaying how good it would feel to walk into her apartment and pamper herself to a nice shower and some well needed rest. A low growl from her tummy dirsturbed her train of thought, reminding her of her deep hunger for some delicious, warm food. The divine, savory smell of Ichiraku’s ramen, not helping her best attempts at ignoring it and heading home, her fatigue too overwhelming for her to entertain her hunger as she stood in front of the little ramen restaurant. “Tenji sensei!,” a loud voice erupting out of nowhere pulled her attention directly in front of her. A young and enthusiastic Lee stood in her path, the biggest grin spreading on his face, clearly excited to see her. A mini Might Guy, always bringing a deep nostalgic feeling in her heart, he was far too adorable for her to not smile at him, despite the exhaustion that tugged at her eyelids, with his little green jumpsuit, “Lee-san, so good-,” she was suddenly cut off as two large hands tugged at her waist, lifting her up and tossing her high into the air, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the one sensation she absolutely despised, punching her deep in her gut as the fall back downwards came shortly after. Landing right into none other than her boyfriend, Might Guy’s strong arms. “Precious!”, she shuddered as he spoke way louder than she would have liked; “After so long you have finally returned from your mission! Wow I’ve missed you'', Guy was basically roaring right in her face at this point, which she normally wouldn’t mind, but the fatigue she couldn’t shake off any longer made her highly irritable. “Guy!, put me down right now, baka!”, she blurted, his big, pretty grin never leaving his face as he gently complied. “My precious flower, how was your mission” he spoke in a much calmer voice, now sensing her irritated mood as he shamelessly inspected her entire body, not bothered by the irritation in her tone, making sure his eyes and hands didn't miss a single spot, hoping she wasn't injured as she replied, “It was a success. I just reported to Lady Hokage and I get a full week of rest as a reward so i'm going home now” , the tone of her voice growing more and more annoyed as she noticed Kakashi and his team all standing there, watching Guy fiddle with her body, the embarrassing display of care leaving a light blush across her plump cheeks. Everyone knew they were dating, despite the fact that their relationship was still very new, it didn't take a scientist to figure out they had been in love with one another even as friends. “Guy!” she whined, pushing him off of her hoping he was now pleased with his inspection. “As expected of my lotus! Always glowing in the light of her youth!”, he continued with his over enthusiastic praise. Tenji was now very used to his overly positive attitude that he was apparently born with, considering he was just as loud now, as he was when they were still children. Kakashi looked at her with a knowing look of second hand embarrassment as he nodded towards her “Yo, we‘re going inside Ichiraku’s now, join us whenever you’re ready Tenji-chan” he spoke in the warm, familiar manner, he always spoke in when talking to her. “Kakashi-san, I’m too tired. Next time?”, she replied, her eyelids noticeably droopy as he nodded in understanding, walking into the restaurant.

Guy stood in front of his new lover, feeling like his heart would explode with the surge of joy he felt to be near her after not getting to hang out much, especially in the past two months. Tenji stood before him and let out a deep sigh, knowing that she wouldn't have to worry about the dreadful walk home because her best friend and now lover would go to the ends to make her happy, as she would for him. Tenji looked up at him, her deep brown eyes never leaving his onyx ones as she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his large build, gripping on the back of his green jumpsuit, sighing heavily into his chest. Her heart fluttered, remembering that she could now hold him like this. He was hers now. Guy’s flak jacket draped her arms as he engulfed her in a warm embrace, strong arms wrapping firmly around her, pulling her impossibly closer. Her eyelids fluttered shut, comfort washing over her as he began to rub his large hand soothingly up and down her back making her eyelids feel like a ton of bricks as she finally gave in to keeping them closed. She relished in the heavy slumber that quickly crept up on her feeling like she was sinking deeper and deeper into her lovers addicting hold, but it was cut short as she was abruptly interrupted by the rumbling of Guy’s hard chest, a deep chuckle leaving his lips as he felt the weight of her body dip further into his. “Someones ready for a nap I see?” he spoke placing a soft kiss on her forehead, “Mmhmm”, was all Tenji had the strength to say, too tired to move her mouth into actual words, revelling in the pleasant warmth Guy’s soft caresses provided—despite the afternoon heat—bringing his fingers to brush the coily strand that escaped the loosely tied bun at the nape of her neck and tucked it back into place. Attempting to tuck the one strand in, the whole bun began to fall apart and Guy being the sweet bean he was,decided to fix the whole thing for her. Speaking to her, he continued to work on it, gently detangling her hair from the scrunchie that failed to keep her thick, dark brown coils neatly bundled up. “How about I take you home and help you wind down?” , he continued, finally able to pry the scrunchie from the last little coil that wouldn't let it go, careful not to hurt her. “Miss you”, she sounded muffled, snuggling further into his chest, a pang of happiness filling her chest at the action, taking in her favourite faint scent of lemon and a much stronger earthy smell. Guy began to softly brush her hair back with his palms, making sure to pull all escaping strands into the ponytail he was forming in his fist at the nape of her neck, now securing it all with the scrunchie. “Well let's get going precious”, he sighed out, gently prying himself free from her tight grip around him, quickly silencing her whine, turning around and gently tugging at her arm, easily pulling all her weight onto his back. A move that she was all too familiar with, Guy always treating her like the ‘precious flower’ he always described her as ever since they were younger. Her heart leaped along with him as he jumped up onto the nearest rooftop, maintaining a firm yet gentle grip on her thighs, a faint sigh leaving her lips and excitement bubbling up from the pit of her tummy, pleasantly spreading around the rest of her body as thoughts of the cuddles and attention she was going to receive clouded her mind. Why didn’t they get together any sooner? Not only did she have a whole entire week off, but she also scored time with her lover. It couldn't get any better than that.

[anyoneseenadam]

Hii

Can you please write something for fenrys? first meeting maybe? And the bond clicks? Thank you 🥺🥺

pairing: Fenrys x reader (throne of glass)

warnings: implied smut, kissing and nudity, lil bit of blood and injuries but mainly pure fluff

a/n: fenrys is my fave and u can tell in the fic omg!! i hope you enjoy it cause it’s probs my fave one i’ve written yet :))) (i also made it a teensy bit ddlg but that’s just cause i want Fenrys to baby me lol)

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Shit

Fenrys pressed his hand to the wound in his side, feeling the slow pump of blood seeping between his fingers as he stumbled through the woods. He had won the fight. The other guy now lying in the dirt, however not without consequence. And he wasn’t entirely sure he would stay alive unless he could find a healer soon.

He stopped to lean against a tree, breathing heavily as he held himself together. He transformed into a wolf, moving faster, and trying to pick up a scent, any scent, that could possibly help him, when he caught the sweetest smell he ever had. It was a female, smelling like peonies and blackberries, sweet but with an underlying smoky smell. She smelled of long days in flowers fields and even longer nights beside campfires, evenings spent curled in hand woven blankets and mornings spent drinking dark coffee and eating sweet toast.

He whimpered and began running in the direction of the scent. If he wasn’t so focused on not bleeding out he may have stopped to consider why the scent was pulling him in the way it did. He would have considered the direction he was running into, the direction of his future, his past and his present. But he just kept up, going as fast as his injured body would allow, concentrating on the sweet smell and putting one foot in front of the other.

He felt the change almost immediately, the cold snow and rough bark being swapped for cool moss. The pine trees swapped for tall, oak trees teeming with life. The silence of a frozen forest swapped for the rustling of bushes as nocturnal animals moved silently under the guise of darkness. The chill of the snow-covered woods swapped for the warmth of a summer evening. He pushed between two bushes and found himself facing a clearing, in the middle of which stood a wooden cottage, the wood dark and the roof covered in more moss, flowers growing from every surface and ivy peeking out of the crevices in the house. He stumbled down the path to the cottage, turning back into a male and crossing a small bridge over a stream that separated him from the intoxicating scent he chased.

He let out what he could only describe as a bark, calling for the female that carried the scent he was growing addicted to, collapsing onto his knees, feeling his conscious fade as he held to the side of his stomach, searing pain replaced by fiery veins as his head swayed. He barely heard the door open, only noticing the scent get so much stronger. He attempted to look up, the movement making his head spin as he collapsed, the last thing he saw, a girl in the halo of the moon.

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Fenrys awoke in a foreign bed. An unbelievably comfortable bed, but foreign all the same. He pushed up on his forearms, gritting his teeth at the reminder of his wound.

The room he was in was dark, not just in light source, but also in décor. The window was cracked open with lacy curtains half closed, there was a tall bookshelf sat next to a desk with leather-bound books lining it, and tall candles flickering and casting the room in a golden glow. The bed he was in was small, clearly just for one, but so soft. He had blankets surrounding him and copious amounts of pillows, some that appeared hand made. In fact, upon closer inspection, a lot of the room looked handmade. Art covering the walls depicting crying women or bloody scenes that he presumed had been done by the owner of this house, given the pallet and assortment of brushed he saw on the windowsill.

And then there was that scent. It was stronger here and he pressed his face into a pillow tentatively, breathing in through his nose as he picked up on the deeper undertones. Fresh picked daisies, melted wax, the pages of old, worn books and something he couldn’t describe. Something so intoxicating he felt tears spring to his eyes, his body reacting in an unheard-of way, so overcome with emotion from scent alone.

He heard footsteps approaching the closed door and hastily put down the pillow, sitting up straight and readying himself to fight whoever it was if they were an intruder. But when you entered he faltered.

Mate. The word clanged through him as he came face to face with an angel. You were wearing a dark brown broderie dress with white hearts lining the hem, your feet bare and toenails painted black. Your hair was falling around your face, messy and untamed, and you had dark smudges around your eyes, makeup that accentuated your features and made you look like a character from the scary books he read as a boy. However right now you looked more like a teddy bear.

He briefly remembered the tail of a witch he had read. An evil witch who lured men into her house with whispered words and sweet kisses, only to steal their hearts and use their blood to keep her skin young and eyes bright. This girl however was no witch, you had elegantly pointed ears and a graceful way of moving that only came from being Fae. He watched as you moved to his side, silent on your feet, putting a tray down beside him before moving an opening the curtains further, letting in more natural light.

“How are you feeling?” your sweet voice interrupted his thoughts. His mind coming to a halt as he heard you speak.

“I- er fine..?” His voice was rough, and you smiled, a reserved smile. Moving to his side and sitting at the edge of the small bed he was on, pouring him a glass of water from a small decanter you had brought through.

“(Y/n.)” you answered his unspoken question.

“Fenrys.”

He muttered a thanks as you passed the glass to him, noting the crystals that hung around your neck and adorned your fingers.

“Crystals?” he asked, and you looked down, playing with the rings you wore nervously.

“My mother taught me about their meanings, they’ve always helped me.” You bit your lip and Fenrys decided he would never meet anyone as cute as you again, it simply wasn’t possible.

“Me too, my mother used to carry them everywhere.” You smiled at him shyly, a beat of silence passing between the two of you as he listened to the birds outside.

“Can I see your wound? I want it make sure it’s healing properly.” You asked and he nodded, pulling the blankets down slightly, grinning as your eyes widened as you took in his physique.

“I’m presuming you’re the healer I have to thank for letting me see another day.” He flirted playfully but you shook your head,

“I’m not a very good healer I’m sorry, but I did stitch it up and it should do the rest itself.” You pressed gentle fingers against the skin surrounding his wound and he glanced down, seeing it was already practically healed.

“You still saved my life.” He said, completely serious and you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“I’ll let you rest.” You said quietly, standing to walk away and he smiled, feeling more at ease than he ever had since the war, watching his little mate leave.

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He woke up again a few hours later, wound completely healed and puckering into a scar. Standing he stretched his arms above his head, not bothering with a shirt as he left the room in search of the girl that had occupied his dreams.

The rest of the house was alike your room, tall candles and worn books everywhere. He passed a kitchen filled with copper utensils and a living room with an old armchair, a half-filled mug left next to it, but still no you. He saw the front door was cracked open and wandered over to it, pulling it open and stepping into the fresh air, barely feeling the chill on his body as he found you kneeling on the moss-covered ground facing away from him.

You were muttering under your breath and as he got closer he saw you were cradling a small bird with a broken wing. He watched as you closed your eyes, the ground and air seeming to still as you called upon your magic, a soft white light flowing from your hand into the bird until its wing was healed and it could flutter away.

“I thought you said you weren’t a healer,” he broke the silence and you turned to him with a small smile.

“I said I wasn’t a very good healer.” You replied, standing with green stained knees, your hair now piled atop your head and lip gloss coating your soft lips.

“What are you then?” he came closer to you, unable to resist holding his mate, even if you weren’t aware yet.

“My mother said we were natural faeries.” You said, looking at him shyly, “we derive our power from the earth, crystals, sea water, dirt, fire, stuff like that.”

He hummed, “So technically you could have any type of magic?”

“I guess, but I’m not very good at magic,” you muttered, hands fiddling with your rings again as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Fenrys?” you asked, all pouty lips and wide eyes.

“Have you realised yet darling?” he asked, and you bit your lip. He knew he could tell you, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“I- we’re mates I think.” You were practically shaking, and he didn’t know why he suddenly had this burning desire to scoop you into his arms and protect you against the horrible world that was out there. He nodded with a smile, watching as awe took over your stunning face.

“Can I kiss you princess?” he asked, and you felt your face heat up, looking down as he pulled you closer. “Have you ever been kissed before angel?” he asked, his face hurting from the grin that was spreading over his face when you shook your head.

He tilted your head up to his, looking deeply into your eyes as your breaths came out quicker. “Not many people can find our cottage, my mother put up wards when she got ill, our family wasn’t well liked by the king. You probably only got here because we’re mates,” You muttered.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked again, running a soft hand over your head, smoothing your hair away from your face as you nodded sweetly.

He smiled before leaning down and kissing you gently. Pulling away and feeling as smug as a thief when your lips followed his, pouting at the loss of contact so quickly. He chuckled at your put out expression and leaned down to kiss you again, deeper this time, his tongue slipping into your mouth when you gasped against his lips, quickly beating your own in a battle for dominance and taking his time exploring your mouth.

He laid you down that morning and took you for the first time in the soft moss. Then again in your even softer bed. Now you were sitting in his lap, eating strawberries of a bush you had in your back garden as he pressed dizzying kisses into your neck, both of you still as bare as the day you were born, Fenrys having forgot how much he missed skin to skin contact, when you suddenly remembered.

“Fenrys?” he hummed in response, completely enamoured with the feel of your soft skin against his rough calluses. “Why were you hurt last night?”

“I didn’t tell you my job did I angel?” he asked, the pet name making you giggle as you shook your head, “I work for the queen of Terrasen.”

You gasped, “But she was killed!”

“Oh angel, when was the last time you left this cottage?” he asked, worry coming over him as he realised you had been holed up alone for so long.

“Not since my mother died. She said the king was dangerous and that he would hurt me if he found me,” your bottom lip was wobbling and Fenrys quickly kissed it away, shushing you as it dawned on him just how innocent his little girl was.

“No baby, he’s gone now, the new king of Adarlan is a very kind man and the Queen of Terrasen is wonderful,” he promised, “Will you let me take you to meet them?”

You nodded enthusiastically, bouncing slightly in his lap making him groan. He nipped at your ear lobe and you squealed as he pushed you down. You could meet them another day, today he was too busy with his little mate.