#soft gentle breeze that enters through your window in the afternoon

[lazysoulwriter]

Pages and Melodies - Paul Mescal.

requested! hope u enjoy it! <3

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It’s a cool autumn afternoon when Paul picks you up for your date, a glint of excitement in his eyes. You can feel the gentle breeze on your face as you walk hand in hand towards a small, hidden vintage bookstore tucked away on a quiet street. The windows are dusted with a layer of time, the smell of aged paper and leather greeting you both as you enter.

Paul’s face lights up as he brushes his fingers across the spines of old books, each one with a story to tell. “What do you think? Should we pick a book for each other?” he asks, his voice soft but filled with warmth. You smile and nod, feeling the magic of the place wrap around you both.

You wander through aisles of forgotten novels and poetry collections, picking up a book here and there, feeling the weight of the history in each one. Paul’s hand lingers over a first edition of a book he knows you’ve been wanting for ages. His smile is knowing as he places it in your hands. “I think this is the one for you,” he says, his eyes sparkling with that gentle mischief you adore.

For him, you pick out a leather-bound volume of classic plays. “I thought it’d be perfect for a night like this,” you say, handing it to him. He raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and thanks you with a soft kiss to your forehead.

After leaving the bookstore with your treasures, you walk to a nearby jazz club, where the sounds of smooth saxophones and soft piano melodies spill out into the street. The club is intimate, with dim lighting and a small stage where a talented jazz quartet is setting up.

You find a cozy booth near the back, and Paul, ever the gentleman, pulls out your chair before settling in beside you. The first notes of a slow, sultry song fill the air, and Paul turns to you, his eyes filled with adoration. "Perfect, isn’t it?" he whispers, his voice low as he takes your hand in his.

As the night carries on, you both sway gently to the music, lost in the rhythm and the intimacy of the moment. The world outside fades away, and it’s just you two, wrapped up in the sound of the music, the warmth of each other’s company, and the timelessness of the evening.

When the last note is played and the lights come up, Paul takes your hand, squeezing it gently. “I think we made some beautiful memories tonight,” he says, his voice filled with a quiet contentment. ���Wouldn’t you agree?”

You nod, a smile playing on your lips, already looking forward to more nights like this, where every moment feels like it’s been plucked straight from a beautiful, vintage story.

[sonamytrash]

Little one

Levi x reader fic about the birth of your first child. All fluff.

Warnings: Pregnancy, birth, labour, discussion of birth.

(I'm not as well versed with human parturition as I am with animals, couldn't tell you how many animals I've delivered. But I've tried to keep the science out of it for the most part.) Enjoy!

The sky was a perfect shade of blue, untouched by a single cloud. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves of the trees, their delicate greenery dancing in the afternoon sunlight. It was the kind of day that made you want to throw open the windows and breathe in the fresh air to revel in the simple beauty of nature.

The sunlight streams through the tall, arched windows of the conference room, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden table. The air is heavy with the scent of freshly brewed tea and the faint sound of birds chirping outside. It was a beautiful afternoon in spring, and yet there was an undercurrent of tension that seemed to permeate the room.

The familiar scent of your shared home greeted Levi as he burst through the door. He calls out your name, his voice hoarse from fear and adrenaline. The quiet that meets his ears is unsettling before he hears movement and a cry of discomfort from upstairs.

He enters the bedroom to see your face contorted in pain, one hand clutching the sheets, the other resting on your swollen belly. You let out another anguished groan.

Levi rushed to your side, his heart in his throat. "I'm here. I'm here. I love you," he murmured, taking your hand in his. Your eyes fluttered open, and you forced a weak smile.

"You made it." You whispered, gripping his hand tightly. "It hurts, Levi." Your voice broke, and you let out a shuddering breath. He could see the sweat beading on your forehead, the effort it took for you to breathe.

Levi's brow furrows with concern as he watches you grip his hand and the bedsheets, the lines of pain etched across your features. Brushing a stray lock of hair from your flushed face, he leans in, his steely gray eyes filled with a rare softness.

"I'm here, I've got you," he assures you, his voice firm but gentle. He reaches down to rub your back, hoping to offer some comfort. "You can do this. You're the strongest person I know."

You close your eyes and let out a shaky chuckle, "That's something coming from humanities strongest." You reply, your humerus side still shining through despite the pain, right as you feel your body tensing as another contraction grips you. Levi holds your hand tightly, feeling helpless as he watches you suffer. Wishing there was something he could do to take away the pain, to make it all better, as many fathers have thought before him.

"Just focus on breathing. I'm not going anywhere." Glancing up at the midwife, he arches a questioning brow. "How much longer?"

The midwife examines you again, "Not long now, you're doing great." She comments reassuringly rubbing your shoulders, smiling at Levi.

"You can do this," he whispers, kissing your forehead. "You're almost there." He could see the tension easing from your body as the contraction faded, and he took the opportunity to rub your back again, hoping to ease some of the pain. Guiding you to sit back comfortably on the bed.

Nothing in this world had frightened him like this. No calibre of titan could ever cause him to feel so scared and so helpless as he did in these moments.

"You're doing great. Just a few more pushes." The midwife exclaims reassuringly from the foot of the bed.

"You're doing amazing." He says again, though he's not entirely sure you're listening to him at this point. He watches as the midwife guides you through the next push, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride and awe as he watches you bringing your child into the world. A level of strength he has never seen from another human before.

Another contraction makes itself known, and you let out a primal scream that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. Levi holds you tightly, and he feels your body tensing, bracing himself for the final push for what feels like forever.

You let out a long, shuddering breath, your body relaxing into Levi's arms as the final contraction eased and the sound of a crying baby echoes through the room.

"Congratulations, mum and dad," the midwife says with a warm smile, deftly  cutting the umbilical cord and cleaning the baby up, bringing them to your chest. "You have a healthy baby boy." Levi's heart soars at the words, and he can't help but let out a shaky breath. Everything happens so fast, and yet time feels like everything around him is standing still.

Levi's eyes shine with unbridled adoration as he gazes upon his newborn son, a rare, tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips as the baby settles in your embrace.

While the midwife works around you attentively, making sure you're stable and comfortable. Levi feels a surge of protectiveness wash over him as he looks down at your child, marvelling at every detail: the downy fuzz on his head, the tiny fingers and toes, his little lips pursed.

Your eyes are filled with tears of joy and exhaustion as you gaze down at your son, your chest heaving with each breath, the pain almost a distant memory.

Levi wipes a tear from his own cheek, feeling a surge of emotion so intense it's almost painful. "He's perfect."

You look up at Levi and smile, your eyes glistening with tears of joy and relief. You reach out and gently touch your son's tiny hand, fingers entwining with his. "He is."

Levi's voice is low and gruff, barely above a whisper as he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You did it, love," he whispers, his voice breaking with emotion. "You're amazing. God, I love you." He says. Shifting closer, he carefully wraps an arm around you both, his steely eyes reflecting the pure adoration he feels for his new family.

Levi brushes his fingers over the baby's impossibly soft skin, marvelling at the feeling of life, of newness in his touch.

Levi's lips curve into a faint, amused smirk as he gazes down at the dark-haired newborn, the resemblance to his own features unmistakable.

"Looks like he takes after his old man, huh?" His tone is gruff but tinged with a rare fondness as he brushes a gentle finger across the baby's downy locks. "Hopefully, he's got your personality to balance it out." He says quietly not to disturb the perfect scene in front of him.

He looks down at the dark hair that covers your sons head, the same hair that he has. It's a tangible reminder of the connection they share, of the life you've built together.

"Hello, little one,"

[littlejuicebox]

Skin to skin.

Surprise surprise! A little drabble about baby Gale’s first few days of life. I love Dadstarion. This isn’t edited. Maybe I’ll edit it a bit later.

Warnings: babies, pregnancy, breeding and daddy kink if you squint really hard and hold a magnifying glass lol, mostly just fluffy feel good ridiculousness

A/N: I love Dadstarion and baby Gale OKAY

In case you’re new here’s the gist. Astarion had the Wish Spell turn him mortal, courtesy of Gale of Waterdeep (see ‘The Wish Spell Worked’ for details). Baby Gale was named to honor the Wizard. Here’s the labor and delivery story if you’re interested.

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Baby Gale’s previously pink skin is tinged yellow when Astarion peers into the bassinet to admire the infant a few days after his birth. The sight instantly worries the elf; his stomach churns with concern.

The new father glances to where you are sleeping so soundly in bed, your first real lengthy stretch of rest in several days.

Shit.

Astarion doesn’t want to wake you and cause worry when you’ve had such a hard time sleeping these past few days. Every small whimper and coo from the newborn practically ripped his little love from precious, much-needed rest in a panic.

He thinks it might be nothing. Gale is still breathing and sleeping peacefully, and he doesn’t feel feverish. But he doesn’t know what to do, and wants to be absolutely sure, so Astarion carefully scoops the little one up, wrapping him tightly in the soft, embroidered blanket he’d made for his son one Midwinter evening.

“Come now, little prince. Let’s see what Auntie Shadowheart has to say.” The elf whispers to the bundle of blankets as he heads to the guest chambers.

After a quick examination, Shadowheart eases Astarion’s concerns with an uncharacteristically gentle tone. He thinks it’s likely because Gale is still sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“It’s just a bit of jaundice, Astarion. Quite common in newborns. It’s good you didn’t wake Tav, she would’ve had a fit if she saw Gale like this with no explanation.” The cleric murmurs, peering down at the little one, “Perhaps a bit of sunlight and fresh air for Gale, and I’ll draft some herbal teas for Tav to drink so the supplements will reach him when he feeds. I can sit with Gale in the sunroom, if you’d like to go back to Tav.”

“It’s okay, I’ll take him.” Astarion responds, and with a genuine tone that seems to be more and more common as he addresses his friends throughout the years, he whispers, “Thank you, Shadowheart.”

*

Ever since the Wish Spell granted him mortality, Astarion quite liked the sunroom. He typically took his afternoon tea here, basking in the sun’s rays and trying desperately to make up for the hundreds of years where he missed out on that wonderful aspect of nature.

But now, Gale is fussing slightly as a breeze carries through the open window, tossing his tiny silver curls about and causing a new sensation he doesn’t seem to like. His yellow-tinged face grows red in irritation, and his father is bouncing him, offering whispered coos of comfort and trying to settle the newborn. And Astarion is beginning to think the sunroom is a horrible place to be.

The baby is wailing when you appear in the doorframe, holding a tray of tea, and watching your husband as he worriedly begs Gale to settle down.

“Perhaps a bit of skin to skin, daddy.” You suggest gently as you enter the sun room and place the tray on a table nearby. You wrap Gale in your arms and gesture for Astarion to remove his shirt. He obliges with a frustrated huff and small roll of his eyes.

“You don’t need to use your flower child sensibilities as an excuse to see me shirtless, love. You really need only ask. I fail to see how this—“

You admonish Astarion with a small shh as you unwrap the still fussy newborn from his blanket before placing Gale on the elf’s chest. Then you drape the small piece of cloth over the baby.

“Now lay back.” You command, propping a pillow slightly so that Astarion can recline himself further onto the sofa. All at once, Gale seems to melt into the warmth of his father’s chest with a satisfied coo.

“What was that about my flower child sensibilities?” You ask your husband as you sit down on the couch, intent on sipping some of the tea Shadowheart brewed for you.

Astarion sighs. Bested, once again, it seems. He brings his hand up to rest it on Gale’s small back, feeling the sensation of his tiny body rising and falling with each tiny breath.

“Nothing, dear.” He murmurs before placing a gentle kiss on the newborn’s head.

You chuckle softly and then watch the duo with a content, love-sick smile, “I should tell you, Astarion. I don’t think you’ve ever looked more handsome than you do right now, shirtless and holding our jaundiced newborn in the sun.”

Your husband’s eyebrow cocks as he lifts his gaze from Gale to you, a small smirk stretching across his lips before he offers you a playful wink, “If you like this, darling, just wait until you watch me change a diaper or bathe Gale for the first time.”

You shake your head and laugh softly again as you sip your tea, “Yes, you may positively turn into a god before my eyes when I see that… and convince me to have more of your offspring, just to keep those visions coming.”

A little hum from Astarion as he considers this, “Then I shall certainly do my best to be as domestic as possible, darling. You were quite fetching, when pregnant with Gale, dear. I do hope that’s not the last time I get to witness you like that.”

“I don’t think it will be the last time I’m swollen with your seed, daddy.” You whisper with a wink in your husband’s direction, causing the flush on his ears to rise, “But for now, let’s just worry about returning this first one back to pink. Then we can discuss others.”

Astarion nods with a content smile and then closes his eyes as he holds Gale. Before long, your husband is sleeping with the newborn on his chest, unable to stay awake any longer as he’s also been positively exhausted from the past few days. The new father stirs slightly when you remove Gale from his arms, readying for the baby’s next feeding, but you soothe your partner and tell him to go back to sleep.

Astarion remains napping for a few hours, basking in the warmth of the sun and dreaming about three or four little silver-haired children running around the house, filling it with laughter.

[luvvyouforever]

nobody else - tamlin x reader (acotar)

↳ tamlin loves to spoil you with gifts, including the most ornate jewels. one afternoon, he comes to you with a new necklace that has something special about it.

↳ word count: 1037

↳ fluff, tamlin is possessive but not in a toxic way. no other warnings apply! enjoy, dears <3

you woke around nine that morning, impossibly tangled in the soft sheets of your shared bed with tamlin. a soft breeze flowed through the open windows and the scent of your favorite tea on the bedside, enchanted to stay warm, floated to your nose. you smiled at tamlin's thoughtfulness and rose from the warm blankets.

the spring court was peaceful outside, just as it was most mornings now. alis sensed your waking and knocked on the door softly, entering to help you begin your day. at a leisurely pace, she braided your hair delicately, pulling out a special, ornate comb that tamlin had gifted you months prior which sat beautifully tucked in to your hair.

"i think you should wear something pink today," she said after placing the brush down on the sink and turning your seat so you could see your reflection. beautiful, as always.

"why pink?" you stood and came out to the closet to flick through your clothes.

"i think just pink goes best with the comb," she answered but there was something else about the choice that she wasn't revealing. nevertheless, you chose a pink chiffon number that flowed nicely in the breeze outside. alis hummed in approval before sending you downstairs to breakfast.

the breakfast table was laid out nicely with bowls of fruit surrounding plates of sweet treats and pastries. none of that mattered though as tamlin sat at the head of the table, eyes focused on something in his lap. when he heard your footsteps against the checkered floor, he stood quickly, nearly knocking the chair over.

"hello, petal," he greeted warmly. you blushed and came toward him to place a gentle kiss on his lips which he returned happily. "i'm quite glad you heeded alis's advice." his fingers traced the shape of your outfit.

you scrunched your face in confusion. "why is pink the color for today, dear?" you sat down in the chair he pulled out and began to place different foods on to your plate.

"eat and then i will show you," he said. your confusion grew and you eyed him curiously. he focused his attention on his plate, hands shuffling under the table. you decided to hold your questions and began eating the perfectly cut fruits on your tray, admiring the floral cutouts of watermelon.

soon after, both of your plates were empty and tamlin rose from the table first. his hand was tucked behind his back but he held the other out for you to take. "where are we going, tam?" you couldn't help but ask. he didn't answer but instead led you to the sitting room which was lit only by the pale sunlight coming from the windows. "you're being awfully ominous, you know?"

he chuckled but once he had the two of you situated on the couch, he pulled out a velvet box from behind his back. you knew boxes like those well and it seemed like it held a necklace but you weren't sure.

"i know you say i get you too many gifts," he started, "but i couldn't help myself." his hands gingerly opened the box and your suspicions were confirmed.

laid perfectly in the box was a dainty necklace which seemed like it would fit more like a choker. the chain was a light gold with light pink diamonds embedded throughout. it was positively stunning and would suit the pink clothing very well. of course alis and tamlin were working together.

"oh, tam...it's beautiful," you whispered.

"i'm glad you think so," he said. he laid the box down on his lap and pulled the necklace out of it. the clasp seemed more unique than other necklaces you had seen and he was extra delicate placing it across your chest. shivers ran down your spine from the way his nails lightly grazed your skin and after a few seconds, it hung from your neck, ending just above your collarbones.

you turned back to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. he gratefully returned the embrace and wrapped his strong arms around your middle. "anything for my petal."

❁

later that night, you were preparing for bed, pulling out pins and the comb from your hair. tamlin was in the bedroom, fiddling with the buttons on his tunic to eventually come and join you in the bath. after your hair came down, you moved to take off your rings, bracelets, and eventually the necklace.

your hands reached around your neck to unclasp it but you found nothing but a small, solid piece with no connector there. you played with it for a few more seconds before looking at it in the mirror.

"are you struggling with the necklace, love?" tamlin said, suddenly appearing in the doorway.

you turned and nodded, pulling your hair across your shoulder to let him see it. "i don't understand how to unclasp it. it's only a square and nothing else." in just a second, tamlin's fingers undid the clasp and he brought the necklace down to sit with the rest of your jewelry. "how'd you do it?"

he smiled a bit mischievously and wrapped his arms around your middle to pull you back into his chest. he placed a kiss on your head before answering, "i guess i'm just well-versed in jewels."

you smiled at the non-answer before pushing him to actually answer the question.

he turned you around, encasing you between the sink and his firm body. his fingers brush along your collarbones where the necklace just rested. "it can only open with my touch. along the solid square piece. all it takes is me and it will unclasp. nobody else can take it off from you." you couldn't hold back the surprised look on your face. his hand came to your chin and he tilted it up. "i want you to wear it every day, petal."

you couldn't help but nod at his request, feeling that it was nonnegotiable. a chill ran down your body at the look in his eyes, his tone, and the meaning of the necklace. he noticed your reaction and kissed your lips softly before pulling you to the bath, eager to show you how much he adored you.

[navelynay]

Play Date

Little SaMo CG Nahyo

Momo had been trudging around the apartment, the fluff of her stuffy brushing against the floor as she dragged it behind her. Her little face was etched with a pout, her eyes longing for something.

   Nayeon observed her from the kitchen, her heart tugging at the sight of the usually bubbly Momo looking so glum. "Hey, Mo, what's wrong?" she asked gently.

   Momo looked up and gazed at Nayeon with big, doe-like eyes. "I miss Sana," she murmured softly, her voice filled with longing.

   Nayeon's eyes softened as she realized the cause of her little ones sadness. "You miss Sana? How about we have a playdate with her? Would you like that?"

   Momo's eyes lit up like twinkling stars, and she nodded vigorously, her pout instantly transforming into a bright smile. "Yes, yes, yes! I want to play with Sana!"

   Nayeon chuckled and ruffled Momo's hair. "Alright, let's call Jihyo and set it up. I'm sure Sana misses you too."

   With that, Nayeon picked up the phone and dialed Jihyo's number, eagerly discussing the playdate arrangements while Momo danced around the living room, her giggles floating through the air like musical notes.

   When the day of the playdate arrived, Momo's excitement was palpable as she waited for Sana to arrive.

As soon as the doorbell rang, she dashed to the door, her stuffy forgotten on the couch.

   "Sana!" Momo squealed as she flung herself into a hug, the two littles giggling and twirling around in the hallway.

   "Momo!" Sana exclaimed with equal delight, her eyes sparkling.

   Nayeon and Jihyo exchanged smiles as they watched the little ones, knowing that they were in for a lively day ahead.

   "Come on, let's go to your room and play dress-up!" Sana said eagerly, tugging Momo's hand.

   The two littles scampered into Momo's bedroom, their laughter echoing through the apartment as they dove into a pile of colorful dress-up clothes.

   "I want to be a princess!" Momo declared, holding up a shimmering pink gown.

   "I'll be a fairy!" Sana chimed in, her eyes alight with imagination.

   The room was soon filled with the sound of fabric rustling, giggles, and soft thuds as the girls rifled through the dress-up box.

   "Look, Momo, I have wings!" Sana twirled around, her laughter filling the air as she pretended to fly.

   Momo clapped her hands in delight, the joy on her face contagious. "You're a beautiful fairy, Sana!"

   As the afternoon flew by, the sound of their laughter filled the apartment, creating a symphony of delight.

   "I'm hungry," Sana announced with a little pout, her hand on her tummy.

   Nayeon and Jihyo chuckled as they entered the room, carrying trays of sandwiches and fruit slices.

   "Lunchtime, little ones!" Nayeon announced cheerily.

   The girls' eyes lit up at the sight of the food, and they eagerly settled down at the small table, chattering away as they nibbled on their sandwiches.

   The room was filled with the melodic sound of their little voices, the clinking of utensils, and the occasional bursts of laughter.

   "After lunch, do you want to play in the garden?" Jihyo suggested as she tidied up the plates.

   "Yes, yes, yes!" the girls exclaimed in unison, the eagerness in their voices making Nayeon and Jihyo share a knowing grin.

   In the garden, the girls ran around, picking flowers, chasing butterflies, and playing games of tag.

   Their laughter drifted through the open windows, mixing with the gentle hum of the afternoon breeze.

   "I caught a butterfly!" Sana giggled as she cupped her hands around a delicate, fluttering creature.

   "Wow, Sana, that's amazing!" Momo exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

   The gentle flapping of wings filled the air as Sana released the butterfly, watching with a smile as it fluttered away.

   The golden glow of the afternoon bathed the garden, casting long, playful shadows as the girls continued their escapades.

   As the sun began its descent, the girls finally paused to catch their breath, their cheeks flushed and their eyes bright with exhilaration from their outdoor adventures.

   "I don't want Sana to go," Momo softly murmured, her lower lip trembling slightly.

   Sana's face mirrored Momo's sadness. "I don't want to leave," she confessed with a sigh, her tiny shoulders drooping.

   Nayeon and Jihyo knelt in front of the girls, their hearts aching at the sight of their dejected expressions.

   "You know," Nayeon began with a twinkle in her eye, "Sana can come over again soon, and you two can have more fun together."

   "Really?" Momo's eyes widened with hope.

   "Of course," Jihyo confirmed with a smile, ruffling Sana's hair. "We'll plan another playdate very soon."

   The girls' faces lit up again, their smiles radiant and infectious, as they already began excitedly discussing the adventures they would have during their next playdate.

[lifeofpriya]

hii from the blatant flirting prompt list “sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)” with jannik please 🥺 he’s so tall i feel like his hoodies would be so long on me and i want to feel cozy

hii!!! let the Sinner Weekend begin 🤭🫡

Cozy Confessions

wc: 1.9k

"You know, I think you're the only one who can pull off my hoodies like that," Jannik says, his eyes lingering on the way the fabric clings to your shoulders as you pull it over your head. The fabric is warm and smells faintly of his cologne, a scent you've come to associate with lazy afternoons watching him practice on the courts. You thank him absently, not noticing the way his cheeks color slightly as he hands you the garment.

The hoodie is one of his castoffs, a bit too big for you, but it's become a staple in your wardrobe. You've borrowed it so often that it feels like a second skin now, especially when the autumn air nips at your neck. As you pull the strings tight, the soft cotton brushes against your cheek, and you feel a pang of something you can't quite identify. It's not just the warmth of the hoodie; it's the warmth of his gesture, the gentle way he's always looking out for you.

The next day, you find yourself at the local coffee shop, the same place you both frequent after his training sessions. The bell chimes as you enter, and the barista calls out a greeting. You order your usual and notice Jannik sitting in the corner, a book in hand. He looks up, sees you, and flashes a smile so bright it could light up the room. He gestures to the chair opposite him, patting the cushion. You sit down, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence wash over you.

The aroma of freshly ground coffee fills the air as you take a sip of your hot beverage, watching the steam dance in the light streaming through the windows. Jannik's eyes follow your movements, his gaze lingering on the way your hands cradle the mug. You lean back in your chair, feeling the soft cushion embrace your body. The quiet hum of conversations around you fades into the background, and it's as if you're in your own little bubble with him.

You couldn't help but notice how his ginger hair looked like it was on fire in the sunlight, the way the strands curled slightly at the nape of his neck. You've known Jannik for years, but it's only now that you're seeing him in a different light. As you sit across from him, you realize you've been staring, and your cheeks flush a little. He catches you and raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "What?" he asks, and you shake your head, laughing it off.

The conversation flows easily, as it always does with him. You discuss the latest tennis tournaments, his training regimen, and your mundane office work. His laugh is deep and infectious, making you feel alive and seen in a way that no one else does. His hand reaches across the table, brushing against yours as he makes a point, and you feel a spark of electricity dance between your fingertips. It's strange, but you find yourself craving more of those accidental touches.

As you both finish your drinks, Jannik suggests a walk in the nearby park to clear your heads. You agree, eager to spend more time with him. The leaves crunch beneath your feet as you stroll down the path, the vibrant oranges and reds of the foliage creating a picturesque backdrop. You can't help but feel a sense of ease as you fall into step with his longer stride.

The chilly breeze picks up, and you instinctively pull the hoodie closer around you. It's a silent reminder of his presence, his scent enveloping you like a comforting hug. He notices and smiles, that same knowing smile from the day before.

As you enter the park, the sounds of the city fade away, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. Jannik points out a tree with particularly vibrant leaves, and you both stop to admire it. He's so close, you can feel the warmth of his body, and your heart does a little dance in your chest.

You continue walking, the silence between you feeling heavier than usual. Your eyes keep darting to him, trying to read his thoughts. He seems lost in his own world, the sun casting shadows across his face, highlighting the contours of his cheekbones. You're about to say something to break the silence when he suddenly stops, turning to face you.

His eyes lock onto yours, and you realize you've been holding your breath. "You know," he starts, his voice low and slightly hesitant, "I like it when you wear my hoodies." He takes a step closer, and you can feel your heart hammering against your ribs. "It's like having a piece of me with you." His thumb traces the edge of the hoodie's pocket, and you wonder if he's ever noticed how often you run your own fingers over the same spot when you're feeling anxious.

You stumble over your words, trying to find the right response. "They're just… comfortable," you say lamely, and he laughs, a sound that echoes through the quiet park.

"They are," he agrees, "but I also like the way they look on you." His gaze drops to your mouth, and you realize with a start that he's looking at you in a way that's anything but friendly. It's like he's seeing you for the first time, really seeing you, and it sends a thrill of excitement and fear through your veins.

You swallow hard, the cool air suddenly feeling thick and hard to breathe. "What do you mean?" you ask, playing dumb, even though you're pretty sure you know exactly what he's getting at.

Jannik takes a deep breath, his chest rising and falling under the navy fabric of his sweatshirt. "I mean," he says, looking back up at you with a seriousness that makes your knees wobble, "that you look good in them." His eyes searched yours, looking for a hint of understanding, of reciprocation.

You blush, the heat rising from your neck to your cheeks, feeling a sudden awkwardness you hadn't anticipated. "Oh," is all you manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. You look down at the hoodie, the realization finally dawning on you that maybe, just maybe, his frequent lending of clothing wasn't entirely innocent.

He takes another step closer, and the air between you feels charged, like the moments before a storm. "I've had a crush on you for a while now," he confesses, his voice earnest. "But you're always so oblivious to it."

You're frozen in place, the words sinking in like a weight. You've been friends for so long; you've never thought of him in that way. But as you look at him now, the way the sunlight glints in his eyes, the curve of his smile, you can't deny the flutter in your stomach. "I had no idea," you murmur, your voice shaky.

Jannik's hand reaches out to touch your arm, his thumb brushing gently against your skin. "I know," he says, "and I didn't want to ruin our friendship. But I can't keep it in anymore." His gaze holds yours, filled with hope and vulnerability.

You look down at his hand on your arm, feeling the warmth spread through your body. You've never felt this way before, not about him, not about anyone. You've always been so focused on your career, your life, that love had been a distant concept. But now, with Jannik standing in front of you, confessing his feelings, you can't help but wonder if you've been missing out.

You take a deep breath, the scent of the crisp autumn air mingling with the faint hint of his cologne from the hoodie. You've always enjoyed being around him, his easy smile and the way he listens so intently to everything you say. But this? This is new territory. You lift your eyes to meet his, and you see the anticipation in his gaze.

"Jannik," you start, your voice still quivering with surprise, "I don't know what to say." You bite your lip, trying to gather your thoughts. The park seems to hold its breath around you, the only sound the distant laughter of children playing on the swings.

He nods, his thumb still stroking your arm. "You don't have to say anything," he says gently. "I just wanted you to know." His eyes search yours, looking for any sign of what you might be feeling.

Before Jannik could say another word, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that feels like it's been years in the making. His surprise quickly gives way to enthusiasm, his hands finding your waist as he deepens the kiss. The softness of his lips against yours sends a jolt of electricity down your spine, and you realize that maybe, just maybe, you've had feelings for him too, buried beneath the layers of friendship and routine.

You break away, breathless, and see the hope in his eyes blossom into joy. He laughs, a delighted sound that makes your heart swell. "I've been waiting for that," he murmurs, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips.

You blush, still a little stunned by your own boldness. "I'm sorry," you say, "I just…"

Jannik shakes his head, a smile playing on his lips. "Don't be," he whispers, his eyes searching yours. "I've wanted this for so long." His arms tighten around you, pulling you closer until there's no space between you. You melt into the embrace, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

As you stand there, you can't help but feel like the pieces of a puzzle are finally falling into place. His little gestures, the lingering looks, the way he's always been there for you—it all makes sense now. You've been so focused on not wanting to mess up your friendship that you've missed the signs that have been right in front of you.

You pull back slightly, looking up at him. "What happens now?" you ask, your voice still a little shaky.

Jannik's smile is gentle. "Whatever you want," he says. "We can take it slow, or…"

You bite your lip, considering. The warmth of his embrace is reassuring, but you're also terrified of losing what you have. "What if it doesn't work out?" you ask, your voice a little more than a whisper.

"Then we'll deal with it," Jannik replies, his eyes steady and sure. "But I'm willing to bet it will." He leans in for another kiss, and you let yourself get lost in the sensation of his lips on yours, the softness of his touch. It feels right in a way you never knew it could.

You pull away and take a deep breath, the chilly air a stark contrast to the warmth of his embrace. "Okay," you say, your voice a little shaky. "Let's give it a shot." He grins, his eyes lighting up like Christmas lights, and you can't help but smile back.

The next few weeks are a whirlwind of stolen kisses and lingering glances. Every time you wear one of his hoodies, it feels like a secret declaration of your newfound relationship. You find yourself looking for reasons to borrow them more often, the scent of him on the fabric a constant reminder of the excitement that bubbles in your stomach every time you're together.

[agirlsawalittlerose]

SILK STRINGS

Aegon x OFC

Aegon Targaryen wanted nothing to do with that cursed crown. So, he fled to Volantis, hoping to live the good life amidst spiced wine, exotic whores, and strange customs, all paid for with the gold he'd stolen from the throne. But when he awoke outside the Black Walls of East Volantis, with no memory of how he had ended up there, he found himself entangled in the machinations of the Triarchy’s elections. With the help of an unlikely ally, he would come to understand the true value of power.

TW: Eventual Smut, Non-Con, slavery, sexism, inaccurate lore, canon divergent

Previous Chapter

CHAPTER 11: Plans & Politics

The afternoon sun filtered weakly through the window, casting long, pale streaks of light across the marble floor. Dila sat by the window, her hands resting in her lap, fingers clenching the soft fabric of her gown. Her mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, spinning with the rage that churned in her chest. Qorlo’s words still rang in her ears, sharp and biting.

She could still feel the sting of the moment, the heat rising in her cheeks as she had stared him down, swallowing her fury. It was infuriating how helpless she felt beneath the weight of his arrogance, his fear of appearing weak before his peers. He knew she was right; he always knew it. But he couldn’t stand that she dared to say it in front of the others, that she outshone him where it mattered most.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching, firm and quick. She looked up as Aegon entered the room, his face grim and determined.

Without a word, he strode over to her, his hand closing around her arm, pulling her gently but firmly to her feet. Dila blinked in surprise, her breath catching in her throat as his touch sent a ripple of heat through her. For the first time, Aegon had touched her, and it wasn’t accidental. There was purpose in his grip, something urgent that made her pulse quicken.

“Come with me,” he said, his voice low, his accent thick in the Common Tongue.

He didn’t wait for her response, simply leading her out of the room, his fingers still wrapped around her wrist. Dila followed, too taken aback to protest. They moved quickly through the halls, past the grand rooms and polished marble, until they reached the terrace. Aegon guided her to a secluded spot beneath an archway, hidden from view. The air was cooler here, a breeze brushing against her skin, but it did little to calm the heat rising between them.

Aegon turned to her, his eyes dark and searching. “Are you alright?” he asked, again in the Common Tongue, his voice quieter now, almost gentle.

Dila pulled her arm from his grasp, folding them across her chest as if to guard herself, her gaze flicking away. The humiliation still burned within her, the weight of Qorlo’s threat pressing down like iron. She felt Aegon’s eyes on her, felt him studying her with that same intensity that had unnerved her the night before. She tried to mask her anger, to push it down, but she knew Aegon wasn’t fooled.

“I’m fine,” she said at last, her voice tight, the words clipped. “This is normal here”.

His brows furrowed as he stepped closer, his presence filling the space between them. “Normal?” His voice was soft, incredulous, yet there was something sharper beneath it, something that told her he didn’t believe her for a moment.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, her spine straightening. “Qorlo knows I’m right,” she said, her voice more controlled now. “But he can’t stand it when I say so in front of the other nobles. It makes him feel weak. And a weak man in Volantis is a dead man.”

Aegon’s mouth tightened, but he nodded slowly, the faintest glimmer of understanding in his eyes. “Your ideas are brilliant,” he said, his voice low, “and they know it. So why isn’t it you who’s running for the Triarchy?”

Dila felt her heart skip, the flattery unexpected, though his tone held no mockery. A part of her wanted to brush it off, but she knew he was right. Still, the bitterness in her voice was unavoidable. “The last woman to hold the title of Triarch was Trianna, my ancestor. The men have made sure it will never happen again.”

Aegon’s lips curled into a faint, almost grim smile. “It makes no sense,” he said, his gaze never leaving hers. “You’ve done all the hard work for his campaign. You know every noble, you know how to charm them, how to speak to the people. You have real ideas for this city.”

She breathed in, holding the silence for a moment. She had thought it herself countless times, but it was different hearing it from Aegon, feeling the weight of his belief in her. But it didn’t change the truth. “That may be,” she said softly, “but this is the world I was born into. I can’t change it.”

Aegon watched her for a moment, his jaw clenched, as if wrestling with his thoughts. Then he spoke, his voice lower, rougher. “Then leave,” he said, his eyes boring into hers. “Run away, like I did.”

Her breath caught again, not because of the words themselves, but the way he said them—so raw, so open, as if he were offering her a way out, a sliver of his own defiance. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she averted her gaze, her mind racing. “I can’t,” she whispered. “This is my legacy, my place. My destiny. I won’t run.”

Aegon fell silent, his gaze piercing through her defenses, and she felt the intensity of him pressing down on her, the space between them shrinking, yet feeling too wide. He was too close, and yet not close enough. She could feel his breath, warm against her skin, and she fought the instinct to lean in, to close the distance. There was a charge in the air, something dangerous, something inevitable.

“Fine,” he said finally, his voice a murmur, almost a sigh. “Then I’ll help you.”

Her eyes snapped to his, her heart skipping a beat. “What?”

“I’ll help Qorlo win the election,” he said, his gaze never wavering. “I’ll do what I can to make sure he becomes Triarch.”

Dila blinked, her thoughts stumbling over themselves. She had expected Aegon’s usual hesitation, his reluctance to get involved in Volantis’ politics. But now… now there was resolve in his words, a certainty that left her feeling off balance. She offered him a tentative smile, uncertain what to make of his sudden change of heart.

Perhaps his doubts had finally been settled.

Aegon’s gaze lingered on her, and the air between them seemed to hum with an unspoken tension. “But you have to promise me something,” he said softly, his voice thick with something more than just resolve.

Dila swallowed, the flicker of unease mingling with the heat that continued to rise between them. “What is it?”

Aegon leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Once Qorlo wins… you’ll let me go.”

The words hit her like a blade, sharp and cutting. Let him go. The thought of it—of letting him slip away, of separating from this man who had captivated her thoughts, her desires—sent a painful knot twisting in her chest. But she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “I promise.”

Aegon pulled back, their eyes meeting again, and for a brief moment, something softened between them.

The words hung in the air like a deadly promise, and Dila felt her heart lurch, her breath catching as the weight of them settled between them. The distance between them had never felt so dangerous, so charged.

Yet neither of them stepped away.

Dila hadn’t spoken a word all evening, not even when the talk turned to politics—a topic she usually commanded with ease. She sat still and composed beside Qorlo, who seemed to revel in her silence, the satisfied gleam of a man who thought he had his wife tamed. Across from them, Aegon lounged on a couch, though his focus was elsewhere. The daughter of the freeman, Mirra, clung to his side, her lips grazing his neck, trying to claim his attention with soft kisses on his lips. Yet his eyes stayed fixed on Dila, tracing every subtle motion, every sip of wine she took, as though searching for a crack in her mask.

“What troubles you, my lord?” Mirra’s voice was gentle, breaking into his thoughts. Aegon turned to her, forcing a casual smile, unwilling to let slip any hint of his growing obsession with the woman across from them.

“Nothing of concern,” he answered lightly, though the words rang hollow even to his own ears.

Mirra tilted her head, her gaze curious. “Is it because I do not look enough like Lady Maegyr?” she asked, her tone innocently probing.

Aegon stiffened, his pulse quickening. The last thing he needed was for his attachment to Dila to become obvious, especially not here, in the presence of Qorlo and the other nobles. But Mirra’s words carried no malice, only a naïve curiosity.

“It’s clear,” she continued with a little shrug, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Then, with a wistful glance toward Dila, she added softly, “She’s an unlucky girl, Lady Maegyr. Qorlo is a miserable wretch.”

Aegon blinked, caught off guard by the remark. He could notice the quiet resignation he’d seen in her tonight, the way she poured herself another goblet of wine, as if to drown some silent grief—it stirred something in him, a protective instinct that he found hard to ignore.

“Would you ever vote for a woman as Triarch?” Aegon asked suddenly, his voice low, almost thoughtful.

Mirra giggled, the sound light and melodic. “A woman? Triarch?” She seemed almost baffled by the notion, as if it had never crossed her mind before. “I suppose… maybe I would. If she were strong enough.”

Aegon’s gaze drifted back to Dila. She raised her cup again, her expression distant as she drained it, her fingers gripping the stem just a little too tightly. The image unsettled him. Could she truly hold the reins of power in this city of vipers? Perhaps. But first, she would need to survive the man who now held her captive in every way.

Mirra tugged at his sleeve, her voice breaking through his thoughts again. “Can you do that thing you did the other night?” she asked, her eyes bright with girlish eagerness. “With your fingers?”

Aegon looked down at her, at the hopeful smile on her face. There was something almost sweet in her simplicity, and for a moment, he found himself smiling back, though without the heat she might have expected. Leaning in, he kissed her lightly, a soft, chaste peck on her lips. Not with the hunger she sought, but with the gratitude she deserved for unknowingly planting a seed in his mind.

He drew back, the smile still on his lips, though his thoughts were far away.

The celebrations swelled through the halls of Volantis, a lavish display of wealth and power meant to charm the nobles and free men alike. The scent of spiced wine and roasted meat lingered in the air, mingling with the low hum of conversation and laughter. Aegon played his part well���better than he had ever imagined he could.

But despite her attentions, Aegon’s mind and eyes were elsewhere.

Across the room, Dila was now seated in her husband’s lap, calm and poised, her face a mask of perfect serenity. But Aegon could see beyond the surface, could feel the tension that coiled within her. She was a statue, trapped under Qorlo’s arm, the man’s hand resting possessively on her thigh. Aegon’s blood simmered with a heat that had nothing to do with the wine.

“Your thoughts seem far away, Vala,” one of the nobles jested, raising his cup to Aegon. “Tell us, what visions do you see for Volantis?”

The others laughed, their voices tinged with awe and reverence, still intoxicated by the mystique surrounding him. They had come to believe Aegon held some divine connection to the old Valyrian blood, a figure of legend, a symbol of power reborn. Aegon, ever the reluctant performer, had learned how to play this role well enough by now. He understood what they wanted to hear, what they needed him to be.

He smiled, a sharp, knowing curve of his lips. “Visions,” he mused, his voice smooth, “are best shared when the stars themselves burn bright. The future of Volantis lies in the hands of those who can shape it. I see strength, I see prosperity.” He paused, letting the words hang in the air before adding, “I see greatness.”

Aegon turned his eyes towards Dila, who exchanged a quick smile with him, her eyes almost brightening up with pride and curiosity, until Qorlo shifted beneath her reminding her of where she was.

Aegon’s words were met with approving nods and murmurs of admiration. It was what they wanted—empty promises wrapped in pretty words. But even as he spoke, his gaze flickered back to Dila, watching her stiffen under Qorlo’s touch as he placed a bite on her shoulder.

The noble beside him, clearly emboldened by drink, leaned forward. “Greatness indeed, Vala,” he slurred. “What a great gift the gods gave Qorlo”

Before Aegon could respond, Qorlo’s voice cut through the chatter, the attention now shifted to him. “My brother speaks wisely,” Qorlo said, raising his cup toward Aegon in a mock toast, his smile wide and gleaming. “Our Vala here is a gift to us, is he not? A symbol of Valyrian might, come to grace our halls.”

Aegon’s teeth ground together, though he maintained his outward composure. Qorlo’s voice, dripping with false camaraderie, always had a way of grating on his nerves. Worse, the way he glanced at Dila, as if she were some prized possession to be flaunted before the crowd, made Aegon’s skin crawl.

“But I’m a man graced with many lucks” Qorlo’s hand slid up Dila’s leg, settling higher on her thigh, his fingers pressing possessively into her flesh. “My wife, for example” he continued, his voice oozing with smugness, “she is a true beauty, is she not? But more than that, she knows her place.” His grip tightened, and he chuckled. Then he moved his knee up, forcing Dila’s legs open, while tossing the front of her dress on her side, exposing her for all to see “She knows the value of silence, the value of grace.” Qorlo slid two fingers inside her, while a few of the other Tigers chuckled, a few slap on their own women’s behinds echoing in the gardens.

Aegon’s blood turned to fire. He could see the way Dila’s hands clenched subtly in her lap, the faintest tremor in her posture betraying the calm facade she wore so well. It was another humiliation—another way for Qorlo to remind her, and everyone else, of her place beneath him. The touch, the words—Aegon saw it all for what it was: a calculated, obscene display meant to reinforce her submission.

The room seemed to spin, the laughter and chatter becoming a background hum. Aegon’s gaze locked on Qorlo, the contempt building inside him like a storm. He wanted nothing more than to rip that smug smile off the man’s face, to pull Dila from his grasp and wipe that sense of power from his eyes.

But before the tension could reach its breaking point, a sudden burst of lively music filled the room. The musicians had begun to play a more insistent tune, a melody that beckoned the guests to rise and join in the celebration. Nobles and courtiers stood, their robes flowing in a sea of color as they gathered near the musicians, eager to witness the spectacle.

In the chaos, Aegon saw his chance.

As Qorlo’s attention was momentarily drawn to the performance, Aegon leaned forward, slipping through the throng of people until he was close enough to Dila that his breath brushed against her ear.

“Meet me in the garden,” he whispered, his voice low and urgent, the Common Tongue rolling off his tongue like a promise. “Once he’s asleep.”

He pulled back before anyone could notice, his heart pounding with a dangerous mix of anger and hope. Dila didn’t turn to look at him, but he saw the slightest tilt of her head, the faintest flicker in her eyes as she processed his words.

And then, as if nothing had happened, Aegon melted back into the crowd, the girl from before grabbing him by his arm and dragging him to dance, while his mind was already racing ahead to what would come next.

[iwaoiness]

Tooru's first scar, Hajime's first scare

He is restless, very restless. He wriggles his fingers, some rubbing against the bandage his mother wrapped around his thumb earlier in the day, and the reddened hangnails throb a little sore. His legs dangle from the white chair, one swinging with an agitated rhythm.

The gentle caresses his mother's giving his back don't help. Hajime barely feels them. Neither do her soothing words. Hajime barely hears it.

His eyes are fixed on door 104. They have been for what seems like hours, even though they have been there for barely twenty minutes.

He wants to go in now. He needs to go in now. Everything feels too sterile, too silent, too grown-up. He wants Oikawa's warmth, the colour of his hair and eyes, his booming voice. He wants his best friend by his side.

Then, a soft creak resonates through the silent hallway, causing Hajime to tense completely in his seat. His fingers cease their movement, his legs freeze in place. There is something tugging at him inside his chest, a strong impulse that also makes his heart feel heavy and each beat ache against his ribs.

As someone exits the room, Hajime scarcely registers whether the doctor is male or female. That impulse wins him over, so he forgets all his manners, catapults himself from his chair and charges into the room, brushing past the surprised doctor and heedless of his mother's calls.

The corridor is very short, then opens into a large, bright room. Morning light bathes every corner, one of the windows is subtly open and the gentle breeze carries the fresh scent of the flowers that Oikawa-san is arranging, his back turned to Iwaizumi. But the little boy's gaze immediately falls on Tooru, lying on the bed.

"Hajime-chan! You're here!" His big round eyes light up with surprise under his ruffled hair, lips open in one of the prettiest, biggest smiles he's ever seen.

Iwaizumi's heart stops hurting and the colours come back.

"Oh, Hajime-kun, welcome" Oikawa-san also greets him, joyful.

Hajime barely pauses to give a small bow to him before walking over to the bed where Tooru is, just as his mother enters as well. He hears her call out to him again, with that serious tone she always has when she's going to scold him, but Oikawa-san says something that seems to calm her down.

"You have to see the Stitch sticker that Aya-sensei gave me for being very good! It's so cut...!" But Tooru's voice trails off as Hajime, who knows he shouldn't do that, that he should go easy because Tooru is freshly operated on, climbs onto the bed and wraps his little arms around Oikawa.

It's no longer cold, everything feels warmer and Iwaizumi's shoulders slump with relief.

"You're okay now, you're okay now," he murmurs, careful not to hug too tightly, to keep all his weight on the knees he's leaning on.

He knows that Oikawa is really well, his parents explained to him that appendicitis was not very serious as long as it was cured in time as it had happened with Tooru. Still, Tooru is his best friend, his favourite person (even though he drives him crazy every day at all hours). They have been together for as long as he can remember, there is not a day without Tooru, and if there is no Tooru, there is his memory, his name, their shared toys, the piece of clothing he always forgets.

He feels Tooru's little arms wrap around his body as well and his soft laughter tickles close to his ear.

"It's weird when you hug me first, Hajime-chan," he teases and Iwaizumi, for the first time since yesterday afternoon, smiles, blinking rapidly when he feels his eyes water.

He is a strong child. And although he knows that strong children cry too, he refuses to cry first.

"I hope they left you with an ugly scar" He strokes his back the way his mum does, sparingly, lovingly, carefully.

"Nothing's as ugly as your bad personality, you big meanie!" He protests, snuggling much closer.

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dude i've been wanting to write more about kiddos iwaoi for YEARS

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**A Magical Blood Draw**Once upon a time in the whimsical town of Quirkville, there lived a little girl named Daisy. Daisy was known throughout the town not just for her bright red pigtails and cheerful giggle but also for one peculiar thing: she was terrified of needles. “The mere thought of them makes me feel like I’m about to be turned into a porcupine!” she would exclaim.

One sunny afternoon, Daisy had to visit Dr. Mirthful, the town's friendly physician, for her annual check-up. She was particularly anxious because Dr. Mirthful had mentioned something about a blood draw. As she walked under the blooming cherry blossom trees, Daisy chanted to herself, “Just think of kittens, ice cream, and fluffy clouds… no porcupines, no porcupines!”

When she arrived at the clinic, the waiting room was filled with colorful posters of brave animals—like a lion wearing a superhero cape and a turtle holding a trophy. As she sat down, Daisy whispered to herself, “If they can be brave, so can I!”

Dr. Mirthful greeted her with a big smile. “Hello, Daisy! Ready to become a human pin cushion today?” he joked, winking at her. Daisy’s eyes widened, and she squeaked, “Isn’t that illegal?”

But then, something magical happened. Just as she was about to enter the examination room, a gentle breeze fluttered through the window, carrying with it a soft, shimmering light. Suddenly, a tiny fairy named Flutter appeared before Daisy. With glimmering wings and a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Fear not, dear Daisy! I’m here to help you conquer your needle phobia!”

At first, Daisy was skeptical. “How can a tiny fairy help me with a giant needle?” she asked, crossing her arms defiantly.

Flutter giggled. “With a sprinkle of fairy dust and a dash of magic! But first, let’s make some jokes to lighten the mood.” And with a flick of her wand, a rainbow of sparkling dust surrounded them.

“What did the needle say to the patient?” Flutter started, looking at Daisy with mischief in her eyes. “I’m just trying to get to the point!”

Daisy couldn't help but chuckle at that. “Okay, maybe this won’t be so bad,” she admitted.

“Why don’t blood draws ever get lost?” Flutter continued, darting around Daisy. “Because they always follow the vein!”

By now, Daisy was giggling uncontrollably. “These are better than jokes about porcupines!” she exclaimed.

As they entered the examination room together, Flutter spread her fairy dust all around, making the room shimmer with vibrant colors. Dr. Mirthful chuckled, “What’s all this sparkly magic? It looks like a party in here!”

“I’m here to make blood draws less scary!” Flutter announced confidently. “Just remember, it’s like giving your body a little high-five!”

Daisy took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a surge of courage. “Okay, let’s do this!”

Dr. Mirthful prepared everything with utmost care. “You know, Daisy, when I was your age, I thought needles were like tiny dragons. But then I learned they just want to help me stay healthy!” he chimed in.

With Flutter by her side, Daisy held out her arm. Dr. Mirthful swiftly and gently inserted the needle. “And… done!” he said cheerfully. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Daisy blinked in disbelief. “Wait, seriously? I didn’t even feel it! It was like a flutter from a butterfly!”

Flutter did a little twirl in the air, sprinkling more fairy dust. “See? A little laughter and magic can conquer any fear! You were braver than a lion in a tutu!”

As Daisy left with a band-aid on her arm and a smile on her face, she felt an overwhelming sense of achievement. “I guess I’m not just a regular kid; I’m a kid who faced her fears with a fairy on her side!” she declared proudly.

From that day on, whenever Daisy thought about blood draws, she remembered the cheerful jokes and the little fairy who made everything magical. And if anyone asked how she felt about needles, she’d simply say, “I used to be scared, but now I just see them as tiny dragons helping me stay strong. Plus, I have a fairy friend who thinks I’m brave!”

And so, Daisy continued to grow up in Quirkville, where magic was never far away, even in the most ordinary moments. After all, laughter was the best medicine—next to fairies and occasional kitten videos, of course!

[tlpom]

Chapitre Onze

I sat silently next to Mer, left him crying for satisfaction, gave him tissues once in a while, or patted his shoulder to comfort him. I tried to be as gentle and affectionate as possible because I was just afraid of unintentionally hurting him... The harsh midday sunlight crept through the trees outside the window, dropping sparkling spots on the wall. A rare cool breeze blew into the room, bringing in an ecstatic and fragrant scent of frangipani flowers. I felt unusually peaceful when he overslept and placed his head on my shoulder. At that moment, I suddenly understood what to do:

"I will never have a single corner of your heart, but I can help you heal its broken parts."

As gently as possible, I put my arm around him and hugged him for the last time.

"Sweet dreams, my Little Prince."

In the city basketball championship at the end of that school year, my school team had a member who caught the attention of a lot of people although he was newly joined. He was a 10th-grade boy with soft hair hanging over his forehead and deep black eyes. Despite his disadvantage of having a small body size, he could move extremely fast and flexibly. Furthermore, his special move of throwing 3-point perfect shots made the backline of my school team extremely fearsome in the eyes of other opponents.

That boy was none other than the same old "pédé" Mer, but everyone had recently stopped calling him by that name. After the incident at the eventful presentation contest that day, I asked Mer to practice basketball. Although he was hesitant at first because he had never played sports before and was physically weak, the boy gradually became strangely determined in this sport. I trained with him every morning on the basketball court, and he did more at home in his free afternoons. Sometimes, I thought I also used those times to get closer to Mer to satisfy my heart. Anyway, Mer's smile was a good sign.

At first, everyone still derided and made fun of Mer when he started playing basketball. However, their eyes were gradually opened, and even I was pretty amazed when he began to show his hidden potential with the orange ball: Mer's speed, dribbling, and shooting technique from far distances were improving faster than I could expect! He then joined the basketball team as a substitute and started playing on the official team when my school entered the city championship.

Just like a miracle, in the final that year, my school team won the gold trophy after defeating Cannelle High School - the previous defending champion. It was impossible to describe the details of the extreme joy of my teammates, our P.E. teacher, and the fans who were constantly screaming frantically. I could feel the ecstatic taste of victory in my heart when I grasped the trophy tightly and joined the laughter of my teammates and friends, who were crowding around me. I wanted to share this happiness with Mer, but I suddenly realized that he had already left.

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Note: @scarlettstockwell I am so sorry for the long wait. Life has been very busy lately and I struggled to come up with something sweet and fluffy since it’s certainly not my strong suit. Nevertheless I still hope you get some enjoyment out of this :) <3

A gentle autumn breeze rustled the leaves as Nico and (Y/N) strolled through a quaint little town nestled in the heart of the countryside. The air was crisp, and the scent of cinnamon wafted from the charming cafes lining the cobbled streets. The cozy atmosphere wrapped around the pair like a warm blanket, and Nico's hand in (Y/N)’s made the day even more enchanting.

As the two of them meandered through the town, Nico's eyes sparkled with excitement. "There's this delightful little tea shop I used to visit during races nearby. Would you like to check it out?"

The prospect of visiting a tea shop in such a charming setting sounded irresistibly inviting, leading (Y/N) to nod with a smile. Smiling back at her, Nico led the way, his steps filled with a certain lightness that mirrored the joy bubbling inside him. It wasn’t often that he got to exist in the moment and spend a day off with his girlfriend.

Entering the tea shop , (Y/N) felt like she was stepping into a storybook. The scent of freshly brewed tea mingled with the soft hum of conversation, and the warm hues of the interior created a cocoon of tranquility. Still holding her hand in his, Nico guided her to a cozy corner, where plush cushions adorned a snug window seat.

The two of them settled in, as a waitress approached to take their orders. Nico, with an air of familiarity, recommended a special blend, assuring that it was his favorite. The warmth in his eyes spoke volumes about the fond memories associated with this place and (Y/N) couldn’t help but silently study the nostalgic sparkle in his eyes. Sharing a moment of comfortable silence amidst the comforting ambiance, the door chimed softly, announcing the arrival of a familiar face.

"Nico! Well, I didn't expect to see you here," Lewis exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine warmth, as he approached their table. Nico stood up, a genuine smile breaking across his face. "Lewis, it's been too long. This is (Y/N), someone very special to me." the ex-driver couldn’t fight the grin tugging on the corners of his mouth. Smirking slightly, Lewis extended a hand, his eyes crinkling in a friendly manner. "Nice to meet you, (Y/N). Nico talks about you a lot." his voice lowered , as he put on a playful expression of seriousness. “Like I really mean A LOT.”

Smiling the girl shook his hand, feeling an immediate sense of camaraderie. "Oh believe me I know how that feels, Lewis. Nico's shared many stories about your adventures on and off the track." Her eyes held a teasing sparkle as they wandered from Lewis to Nico, who playfully narrowed his eyes upon hearing Lewis and (Y/N) team up against him. “I don’t talk THAT much.” the blonde tried defending himself, as he sat back down. Earning a raised brow from both his best friend and his girlfriend in return. The tea shop's ambiance seemed to amplify the bonds of friendship, providing a sense of warmth and connection. Nico, Lewis, and (Y/N) chatted about racing memories, life after retirement, and the simple joys of finding solace in charming corners of the world.

As the afternoon unfolded, the cozy tea shop became a haven for shared moments and shared laughter. The conversations flowed seamlessly, and the warmth radiating from the teacups seemed to mirror the growing camaraderie between the three of them.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town, Nico couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Introducing his girlfriend to Lewis in such an intimate setting had exceeded his expectations. The atmosphere was so welcoming that it felt like the tea shop itself was celebrating the reunion of old friends and the forging of new connections.

When it was time to part ways, Nico, Lewis, and (Y/N) left the tea shop with hearts full of gratitude. The cozy afternoon had not only created cherished memories but also laid the foundation for a friendship that promised to blossom with warmth and familiarity.

Walking through the quiet streets, under the soft glow of street lamps, Nico wrapped an arm around his partner’s shoulders. The warmth of his touch echoing the coziness of the day, and as he glanced back at the tea shop, the memories of laughter, friendship, and shared tea lingered like the fragrance of a perfect blend.

Hi I was wondering if I could get a part two to the Nico Rosberg story I asked about where Nico and Lewis become friends again and it’s super fluffy and Nico introduces his girlfriend to Lewis

I’ve never been that good at writing fluff stuff but I will try my best!! I’ll hopefully get it done before new year’s :) <3

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Royally Screwed

words: 4.2k

pairing: chubby!stableboy!bucky x royal!female!reader

warnings: arguing, period (probably not) accurate problems, smut, fluff, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, power dynamics

A/n: dear anon, I’m sorry it took me 2 months to write this, I hope you’re not too upset. I changed the original prompt a little, I hope you still like it! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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The wind is blowing through your hair, a cool breeze that relieves you from the hot summer sun. Your horse is galloping under you, his strong legs taking you over the loose ground. The rays warm your face, a welcome sensation. You missed this, riding through the afternoon, taking time to just live, all troubles and worries forgotten.

Admiral has always been close to you, your first horse and best friend since you were twelve years old, merely a child. The Arabian Stallion slows down to a trot on your command, the high grass tickling his side. You let your hands roam over his dark mane, feeling the sturdy hair under your fingers.

A single bumblebee flies ahead of you, its loud buzz making you smile. The scene around you makes your heart feel lighter, a warm feeling that floats through your chest. You let Admiral come to a halt and slide down from your saddle.

You trail your hand over the horse’s muscles, the short hair caressing your palm. His strong snout nudges your arm and he neighs, causing you to giggle, “You did so well, boy” You wrap your arms around Admiral’s muscular throat.

His scent fills your nose, it’s familiarity never fails to bring you comfort. The animal scratches over the earthy ground as the sound of hooves hitting the floor ripples through the air. You whip around, parting yourself from your companion. A little further away, you see two of the guards coming your way. Their horses are quick and strong, but they have nothing on your Admiral.

“Lady Y/n”, they yell out and you can’t help but roll your eyes. The men reach you quickly, panic in their eyes, “Your highness, you must remain in close proximity for us to successfully protect you at any time”, one of them states, trying to deepen his voice.

“Of course”, you smile at them, “it wasn’t my intention” A lie. You purposely mislead them to have a moment of your own, some quiet minutes of peace. The guards exchange glances until one of them shrugs. “We see. Now, it is of utmost importance to immediately escort you home. We shall keep you as safe as possible, your highness”

You sigh internally, but follow the mens’ orders without argument. Admiral snorts stubbornly, but reluctantly follows your lead.

The sound of birds singing and insects chirping brings you great joy as you gently rock back and forth with the steady trot of your horse. Unknowingly, these were the last moments you would spend outside of the castle for quite some time.

The guards at the gate salute as you pass them. The warm sun has kept you comfortable in the open where the wind was stronger, but you quickly start to heat up inside the walls of your father’s estate. Admiral soon comes to a halt in front of your mother. The woman is fuming as she approaches you, her face twisted into an angry grimace.

“Your father and I need to talk to you, young lady! You are in serious trouble”, her malicious voice hisses as you jump off of Admiral’s back. Your mother’s fingers wrap around your arm to pull you towards her, but a warm smile is on her face. A muscle in her jaw twitches and exposes her true anger. She speaks to one of your guards, but you can’t be bothered to listen for something has caught your attention.

A man has walked up to your horse to pet his head. He is gentle with Admiral, careful and loving even. You let your eyes rake over the man. The typical stable boy clothes are obscuring your view, but you can make out the bulge of his tummy, his big arms and thick thighs. His long brown hair falls over his face, some strands are stuck to his forehead as the sweat glistens over his face. This man looks like an absolute dream and you can feel your lips twitching up.

You begin to walk towards him, a giddy feeling brewing up in your stomach, but your mother pulls you back, “Oh no, you are not getting out of this one. Follow me, now” She drags you behind her and you wish to struggle against her grasps, but won’t dare to resist her. Not at that time at least. You take one last glance in his direction, hoping to see his face, more of him. You find his gaze, stare into the warm blue of his eyes before your mother pulls you out of his view.

A sad sigh escapes your lips, but you promise yourself to go and find him as soon as possible. The way he looked at you, sweet and shy, is replaying in your head, his sweaty form a picture in your mind. Whoever that man is, he makes your insides throb with desire.

Your father’s yelling rips you out of your trance and you look up to meet his vicious glare. He takes a deep breath with closed eyes and when he meets your eyes again he looks calmer. His hand reaches out to your face, cupping your cheek.

“My daughter, what am I going to do with you?”, his voice suddenly sounds sad, “Y/n, you know that you need to enter a marriage soon. I need you to be on your best behaviour, this is about your future. I only want good things for you” You rest your palm over your father’s, “I know, father” He brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “You’re so beautiful, my only daughter. I know this isn’t what you want, but at least let me make it as pleasant as possible for you”

You sigh and stare right past your father, “I already gave my word to marry whomever you choose, father” His hand falls from your face and wraps around your fingers, “I don’t want to hand you to anyone, don’t you understand? I want someone that cares about you” He squeezes your hand, “But you need to behave,Y/n. The men of higher status, they won’t accept an ill-mannered, rebellious women”

Enraged, you rip away from his touch, “I am not ill-mannered” Your mother gasps at your outburst, but your father smiles at you. He steps forward and grabs you by the shoulders, “I know that. Believe me, I do. But these other men don’t” A sigh escapes your lips, but you nod nevertheless, “Okay, father. I will do my best” He grins and it jumps right over to you.

Your father pulls you into a warm hug and whispers to you, barely audible, “I could not be prouder of you, my child” A warm, comforting feeling spreads through your chest and you feel like a little girl, no worries or problems, just love and happiness on your mind. You pull away from the hug and watch your father’s eyes crinkle.

Your mother forces a cough and directs a pointed glare at her husband. He sighs and turns to you, “However, your mother and I have decided to ground you for the next few days. We cannot let your temperament ruin your future. We ask you to stay on the estate’s grounds” This is obviously your mother’s doing. She always cared more about your standing and reputation, but you’ve learned to just accept her orders.

“Yes, father”, you nod at them, “Mother” A satisfied look settles on the woman’s face, hands clasped tightly. “You are excused”, your father rasps and you leave the room, a sour look sneaking onto your lips. Stupid marriages. All of your life, the fact that you will be married off as soon as someone worthy shows interest, has been hovering over you, a subconscious thought that drained your energy, leaving you exhausted and numb. You can’t believe that this dreaded day is moving closer so fast.

You enter your room and sit down on your bed. The mattress gives out under your weight and perfectly molds into a comfortable shape. You let yourself fall until you’re lying flat on your back and close your eyes. Slowly, the darkness and exhaustion consumes you ,hugging you like a warm blanket.

The shine of the moonlight dancing through the window rouses you from your sleep. The light has a slight pink tint and colours the dim room in a nice shimmer. A yawn escapes your mouth and you sit up. The cool air makes goosebumps appear on your skin, yet you feel drawn to it. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. Surely, nobody would notice if you left for a little to see Admiral.

A grin sneaks on your lips as you wipe the nasty crumbs from your eyes. Quickly, but careful to remain silent, you dress in your warmer riding clothes, the training ones, not the dresses. Thick, warm leggings and a nice, comfortable pullover. On your way out, you grab a wooly hat to cover your ears, smiling mischievously.

Skipping, you make your way through the halls. A giddy sensation rumbles in your belly, the excitement of knowing you’re about to go on a ride. The door knob feels cool under your skin as you turn it to open it. The freezing air seeps into the kitchen, swirling around your body. Adrenaline shoots through your veins and your legs begin to move on their own, moving faster and faster until you’re running, your feet carrying you over the well known path.

You come to an abrupt stop when you see a small light in the stables, most likely a lit candle. Nervously, you sneak closer to peek around the corner. In the dim shine you manage to make out the features of the beautiful stable boy from earlier that day. His hair is falling free, framing his chubby face so beautifully.

A long sleeved linen shirt layered with a dark vest and brown trousers clad his thick form in such a delicious way. For some reason, this man made you feel things. To your surprise however, he is standing next to Admiral, gently stroking the horse’s strong, defined face. Weird, you find yourself thinking, Admiral usually does not tolerate close proximity with anyone but yourself.

That fact is seriously arousing. This beautiful man being so gentle to your hot headed horse is insanely attractive. Your heart fills with warmth the longer you watch him. He whispers into his fur, smiling adoringly at him. The stable boy’s big hands look so soft against Admiral’s fur, his thick, long digits massaging the strong muscles. You bite down on your lower lip, a sly smirk forming. This beautiful sight almost made you forget about the cold.

Your lungs fill with air as you take a breath of encouragement before you move out of the hiding spot. Making sure to move your hips extra seductively, you wander closer to the man of your desire. It’s easy to pinpoint the moment he notices you by the way his eyes double in size and his entire body freezes. The look of fear in his eyes tugs at your heartstrings.

Gently, you take a step closer to him, but he shies away from you, like a baby deer, scared and vulnerable. “Lady Y/n, I beg your pardon. I didn't mean to intrude”, he stumbles through the words, clearly afraid he upset you. You smile in hope of looking safe and not angry. “You’re fine”, your voice is gentle, almost like you’re talking to a child, “It’s impressive. Admiral really seems to like you”

He shyly looks up to you to gauge your reaction, nervously playing with his fingers. “He’s very beautiful”, the man whispers and tucks some of his loose strands of hair behind his ear. You grin, taking another step forward, “He is”, you reach out to scratch Admiral’s neck, “So are you”

A deep blush rises on his cheeks, warming his skin. You continue talking, eyes trained on the stable boy’s chubby face, smiling warmly at him, “So, what’s your name, pretty boy?” Nerves cloud his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, “James, b- but people call me Bucky”

“That’s a real pretty name”, you purr, “Bucky”, testing out how the word feels rolling off your tongue. Lower lip between your teeth, you reach out to touch his biceps. His strong muscles flex under your touch, but it feels soft beneath your skin. Your fingertips squeeze around him as a surge of want ripples through your body.

“I saw you with Admiral this afternoon and I could not stop thinking about you. You’re so good with him, it’s very”, you smirk and lean closer to him, lips right next to his ear, “arousing”. The whispered word makes him gulp and he feels himself twitching in his loose pants. He can’t deny he feels attracted to you, especially in these casual clothes that you’re wearing right now.

He’s been eying you for months now, always hidden away in the shadows or behind corners. He heard so much gossip, so many rumours that intrigued him, but your bond with Admiral really did him in. To see how caring and tender you were with the horse made him crave the same attention from you. He wanted your affections and love, almost like he needed them, but he knew better than to approach you. His family depends on his earnings, he would not challenge that security he could provide. But now it seemed like maybe he could have both.

The close proximity makes his heart race, your breath tickling his sensitive skin. You feel his nerves, so you move even closer, pressing your body against his. He tenses up, but shyly reaches for your waist. “I really want you right now, Bucky”, you whimper, pushing your breasts forward and up against his chest. His breath catches in his throat, but he somehow finds the energy to tighten his grip on you.

The feeling of your body against his further arouses him, a shiver running down his spine. With all the courage he could muster, he looks up at you, “I really want you too” Your hands run over his chest and grip onto the edges of his vest, “Then take me”

Pulling on the leather, your mouths crash together. His rough, chapped lips fit right onto your own soft lips, a result of your maid’s tending. The smacking sound immediately helps you relax into Bucky’s frame, letting out a little sigh. With newfound confidence, he traces your lower lip with his warm tongue, leaving you yearning for a taste.

You open up for him, letting him explore your mouth. He moans at the feeling, licking into you greedily. Little glimmers of want spark in your belly, nipples hardening as the simmering pleasure begins to grow. Your saliva mixes with his, tongues dancing together in an aroused display of want.

Just as you were about to shrug off his leather vest, Admiral neighs right next to you. Bucky shrieks, jumping away from you. You stare at him, a slight fear of being caught running through you before a grin etches on your lips, laughter bubbling in your chest. Bucky mimics your giggling, his eyes crinkling adorably, lips swollen.

Grinning you pet your horse once, but turn to the chubby stable boy to pull him after you. The back of the stable is dark, only Bucky’s candle serving as a source of light. You turn around, coming face to face with the pretty boy. The golden glow makes him look so beautiful, the breath stuck in your throat. It’s completely silent, only the sounds of your breathing audible.

You gulp, stepping even closer to him. Carefully, you take his candle and place it on the floor, close to a pile of hay. “Bucky”, you whisper, “please” He takes a deep breath, but closes the distance between you two, once again connecting your mouths. Gently, he grabs you by your waist, both hands feeling warm and powerful on your body. Your own fingers wrap around his neck, playing with his beautiful hair.

With tongues intertwined, Bucky closes his arms around you to lead you towards the hay, supporting your weight. “Wait”, he mumbles against your lips, reluctantly pulling out of the embrace, “Let me just…” With care, he shrugs off his vest and places it over the hay. A soft smile spreads over your face, a funny feeling whirling in your belly. You take the chance to take off your hat.

“Well then, gentleman”, a purring sound fills the air, “I could use some help undressing” He gulps, eyes widening in arousal. Slowly his hands find your hips, fingers sliding under your shirt. The immediate warmth that seeps into your skin makes you gasp, moaning lightly at the feeling. His digits trace your skin, gently lifting up your shirt so you can take it off.

His hands roam your exposed skin, exploring your body to his full extinct, feeling every curve and uneven spot. You reach behind your back, unclasping your sturdy bra. Bucky gasps at the sight, eyes trained on your exposed breasts. Your nipples harden, once more, under his fiery gaze and you gently push his hands towards the, your body burning for his touch.

The moment his palm cups you, a needy moan escapes you which spurs Bucky on to massage your breasts with more enthusiasm, toying with your nipples. Greedily you let your hands wander under his linen shirt, reveling in the feeling of his soft skin. The chubby rolls feel delicious under your touch, gending to your wishes. You hastily free him from the offending clothing, pressing your body against his.

Arousal and need is flaming inside you and you desperately press your lips together into a hungry kiss, teeth crashing against each other. “Please, I need you so much” He nods, breathless, and gently lays you down on his vest. You catch a glimpse of his tented trousers, saliva running in your mouth, the sight so delicious, especially paired with his big thighs.

Bucky’s chubby fingers work your fuzzy leggins down your legs. The cold air causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You hear him gasp when he looks at your exposed heat,dilated eyes transforming into a hungry stare. “You’re beautiful”, he groans, his hand cautiously travelling up your thighs. You nod as confirmation and Bucky runs two of his digits up your heat.

He traces your outer lips, your anticipation rising. You hold your breath, hands running through the hay that the vest doesn’t cover. Finally, he leans up and spits on your core, further lubricating you. He finds your clit and begins to rub gentle circles into it, a stuttered breath leaving your mouth.

Bucky trails down to your opening, carefully inserting two of his fingers into you. “Fuck”, he groans, pushing in further, “you’re so tight and wet” He starts to fuck you with them, slowly at first, then faster, his gaze set on you. The squelching noises fill the air, soon joined by your moans. Suddenly he hits a special spot and you arch your back, pressing into him as a loud, guttural groan leaves you.

Your gaze meets Bucky’s and you begin to move your hips on your own, “Please do it again, do it again” Your begging eggs him on and he adds another finger, his strong thrusts leaving you breathless. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, pleasure building up in your lower belly.

All of a sudden you feel something wet around you, followed by a suction right around your sensitive nub. You moan loudly, hands flying into his hair. His penetrating gaze meets your eyes and with an especially hard suck the coil in your tummy snaps and you cum around his fingers, your core grabbing him tightly. You feel him moan against you, but he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging the addictive high.

Finally, you regain your senses and push him away from you, too sensitive for any further stimulation. You look at him. He sits in front of you, his chin wet with your slick, chubby belly rolls folding into each other deliciously, his trousers tented with his obvious want. A smile plays over your lips, “You look so beautiful like this, James”

He perks up when you mention his name, a shy, but aroused glint in his eyes. “You really think so?”, he sounds so little your heart starts aching for him. “I’ve never seen someone as stunning as you”, you crawl up to him, hands on his cute little cheeks. You feel his breath graze your lips and lunge forward, mouth against his, tongues tangling.

One of your hands drops lower to cup him. He feels heavy in your palm and so nice. A craving awakes inside you and you squeeze him through his trousers, a lovely moan ringing in your ears. Your fingertips hook around the waistband and you pull all the bothersome clothing off of him. His cock jumps free. It looks delicious, hard and slightly curved to the side, thick veins running along the length of it. The bulbous head is covered with his foreskin, a trail of precum has made its way down some of it.

The sight of him is so beautiful, his thick thighs making you bite down on your lip. You bow down, one hand gripping his leg, the other slowly fisting his cock. You watch as the foreskin pulls back to show his wet, sensitive head. With one last look into his face, which is contorted in pleasure, you take him in your mouth, slowly sinking down on him.

He moans, hands cupping the back of your head. You suck on him, yearning for his cum, his taste .Fondling his balls, you become even more hungry for him. He smells so husky, so good, mouthwatering even. Slowly, you take him even deeper, your nose buried in the curly pubic hair. His hips stutter, pressing his length even further into your throat, a hearty groan leaving him. You splutter around him, your gag reflex kicking in.

Pulling off, you take deep breaths, spit running down your chin. “‘m sorry”, Bucky mutters, his own hand now wrapped around himself, fisting his wet cock, “It just feels so good” Your pussy clenches at his words and you lay back down, spreading your legs. “I bet this will feel even better”

Bucky groans at the sight and shuffles closer. He runs his thick head along your slit, coating it in your wetness. Managing to hit your sensitive clit with his cock, he groans, twitching in want. Gently, Bucky positions himself at your stretched hole and begins to push in. He moans, steadily spreading you over his cock until he bottoms out.

Sweat runs down Bucky’s face, pleasure and desperation filling him. He tries to refrain himself, but when you begin to whimper and grab onto his thick arms he crumbles. Bottoming out, his fat balls slap against your bum. Slowly he pulls out again, just to thrust right back into you. His cock is so hard and curved perfectly, he fits inside you so well.

The sounds of skin slapping and moaning is the only thing you can hear, sweaty bodies moving in unison, a play of mutual pleasure, need and adoration. Bucky’s chubby belly feels so good against you, especially paired with the delicious feeling of him hitting your spongy g-spot over and over again.

His hands are all over your body, grabbing handfuls of your breasts, playing with your nipples, holding your thighs and squeezing your waist. His moans and whimpers sound so delicate and sexy, almost serene and calming, but so arousing. The squelching of where your core envelopes him makes you arch into him, his chub so soft against you, yet his obvious strength makes you clench.

His length fills you so good, his hard, quick thrusts turning you on enormously. His fattened up cock makes you mewl, all the sensations adding up into one big coil of pleasure.

Bucky’s sounds grow louder, his hard thrusts faster, more irregular. His cock begins to pulse in you when he drops a hand to your sensitive nub, drawing quick, strong circles on it. Your body is on fire, spasming under the stable boy, your hips meeting his thrusts. You feel so close to the edge and when Bucky grunts, “You’re so good for me, you’re gonna make me cum” you fall over.

Your body shakes, yet you feel like you’re floating. A warm, fuzzy sensation enveloping you, like a soft blanket hugging you close. You feel Bucky’s naked skin against you, his fingers on your skin and his breathing against your neck, but you can’t open your eyes. He grunts loudly and pulls out, but you’re so blissed you don’t find the energy to do anything but whimper.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, his soft lips resting near your collarbone, some spare hairs tickling you nicely.

Slowly, you become more conscious and manage to blink, opening your eyes. Bucky is cuddled against your side, laying on the hay. His arm is wrapped over your waist. You spot his white cum on your tummy; It looks slightly dried and feels a little itchy.

You turn to look at him, a soft smile forming at his beautiful face. His long hair frames him so well, a delicate sight that makes your fingers itch to draw. Instead, you cuddle closer to him and close your eyes. You know you’ll have to get up soon, nobody can find out about this, but for now you want to enjoy this moment of peace and serenity for a little while longer.

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happy three month anniversary to the old men <3 here’s a 1.3k piece of irredeemable domestic fluff.

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Cas wakes slow. 

He stirs for the first time when light is first tinging the horizon, hours before he’d normally wake up, because Dean is having a nightmare. Nightmares are unfortunately a common occurrence in he and Dean’s bed—both of them have more than enough trauma to draw from. They’re lucky enough that they rarely have them at the same time, so one of them is usually able to help the other. It’s a small grace, Cas thinks. He sometimes wonders if Jack has any hand in it.

This nightmare, fortunately, seems to be one of the less outwardly intense ones—no violent thrashing, no screaming or sobbing. Dean’s lying very still, his fists clenched tightly at the blankets, muttering intelligibly. Then, he lets out a low, desperate whine that makes Cas’s stomach turn. He knows all of the things that Dean could be seeing and reliving right now all too well, and no matter how many times he sees Dean go through it, it’s still sickening.

Cas smooths a hand over Dean’s forehead, murmuring words of comfort and love. Cas rarely wishes he was still an angel, but in moments like these, his inability to take away pain and soothe fear is near devastating.

It doesn’t take long for Dean’s movements to steady, for him to go quiet. Cas continues to run his hand through Dean’s hair as he slowly comes down from the nightmare. Dean blinks his eyes open, and he’s barely awake when he sees Cas looking down at him. Cas doubts he’s sure what’s going on, but Dean smiles at him anyway.

“You were having a nightmare,” Cas says by way of explanation, his hand gentle on Dean’s face.

“M’alright now.” Dean’s voice is gravelly from sleep, slurring a little. He tugs Cas back down to lay beside him and pulls him close, his body warm and soft. “Go back to sleep, Cas.”

There’s no argument to be had there. Cas lets Dean tilt his forehead down against Cas’s chest, and then he presses a kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Dean mutters.

And then Cas is asleep again. He dreams of very little but Dean’s arms, Dean’s sleep-worn voice, Dean’s instinctive smile up at him. 

Cas stirs again when morning sunshine has filled their bedroom, and Dean is carefully extricating himself from Cas’s arms. Dean dodges Cas’s attempts to keep him there in bed with a laugh and says, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.” Cas is tempted to fight him on it more, but the bed is so comfortable and warm, and Cas is decidedly not a morning person—he sinks immediately back into sleep.

Cas wakes for the third and final time at the smell of coffee and the sound of their bedroom door creaking open. Dean had offered to fix it when they moved into the house, but Cas had both sensed his wariness and shared it. Their home is warded all to hell, and there isn’t much left out there that wants to tangle with either of them, but it’s not like an extra warning of anyone entering their bedroom is hurting anybody. So the door creaks. Cas doesn’t mind.

Cas just lays there with an arm over his eyes to block out the light, feels the bed settle beside him as Dean sits down, can hear the sigh Dean lets out as he relaxes back against the headboard. The coffee smells wonderful—Dean always makes it extra-strong, just the way Cas likes it.

“Morning, Cas.”

Cas drops his arm, and looks up at Dean. He can’t stop the slow smile from spreading across his face—even now, after everything, after all of it, he still can’t quite believe he gets to have this. That Dean is in this bed, that Dean makes coffee for him in the mornings and looks down at him with that warm glint of green.

“Good morning, Dean.” Cas sits up beside him and takes the mug he knows is his. Dean always makes his coffee in the mug Eileen bought a few months ago, the one with the bumblebees patterned across it. He takes a sip before he does anything else. As always, it’s perfect. “Thank you.”

Dean grins, and takes a sip of his own coffee. “No problem, man.”

They sit in silence for a long moment, drinking their coffee and enjoying the quiet together. Dean opened their window, Cas notices, and there’s a slight breeze that rustles the gauzy white curtains Cas barely convinced Dean to hang in here. When he takes a deep breath, he can smell the lake, just a short walk from their back porch. Maybe they can take the boat out today, he thinks. Cas doesn’t like fishing the way Dean does, but he does like to bring a book and sit across from him, enjoying the peace and the sunshine. They like to pass entire days that way—if they remember to pack sandwiches.

“Whatcha thinking, Cas?” Dean asks.

“Do you want to take the boat out today?”

“Sure,” Dean says easily. He sets his mug aside and shifts toward Cas. “First things first, though.”

He slips his arms around Cas’s middle and kisses him, long and slow and sweet. They both taste like coffee.

“Let me—” Cas pulls away briefly to carefully set his mug down on the bedside table. They’ve had a few spills before, and all it does is upset Dean and send him into a huff about getting coffee stains out of white sheets—plus, this way, Cas can get his hands on his husband. He slides his arms around Dean, one hand rucking up under his shirt to stroke the small of his back, and says, “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Much better.” Dean wastes no time leaning in to kiss him again.

Time goes syrupy, stretching warmly as they make out on their bed “like a coupla teenagers,” as Dean always says when they do this. The mornings after nightmares, especially if they were about Hell, Dean doesn’t want to have sex. He might want to later tonight, but he might not, either. Cas understands, and it doesn’t bother him. They’ve got time.

“Know what today is?” Dean says as Cas presses featherlight kisses to his cheek.

“What?”

“Three months since you made an honest man outta me.”

Cas pauses and pulls back enough to look Dean in the eye. “It’s the fourteenth?”

“Yep.” Dean smiles. “Time flies, huh?”

“It does,” Cas says. “Sorry I didn’t remember.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t apologize. Three months isn’t a real anniversary or anything, I’m just…” And then he almost looks embarrassed. Cas watches with fascinated adoration as Dean’s cheeks pinken a little. “I don’t know, it’s just nice to think about. That we’re still here. That everything’s still good and everyone’s still safe.” He smiles, his smallest one, the one that Cas has only been lucky enough to see since they’ve been together like this—if Cas could ever have a favorite of Dean��s smiles, this one might be it. “It’s been a good three months, Cas.”

Cas smiles too. He kisses Dean again, so chaste that it’s barely anything but the touch of their lips. “I’m very glad I’m your husband.”

“Yeah,” Dean says softly. “Yeah, me too, baby.”

Later today, they’ll take the boat out. At this rate, it’ll probably be after lunch before they can even get out of bed, so they’ll make it an afternoon adventure. While they’re out there, Dean might tell Cas what he dreamt of. He might not. And later, Dean will cook dinner while Cas sits on the counter and listens to him tell stories Cas has already heard before. They’ll watch a movie. Cas will sit out on the porch and talk to Jack while Dean checks in on Sam and Eileen. They’ll go to bed together, and tomorrow morning, they’ll wake up together.

Three months, Cas thinks. They live uncertain lives, but he’s willing to bet the next three will be just as good.

[dokifluffs]

Cutting Onions | Kita Shinsuke

Pairing: Kita X Reader (female) 

Genre: soft 🥺, pregnant reader 

Author’s Note: I thought of this standing next to onions at the grocery store 😂 This was also almost for Osamu buttt Kita needs love 

Gif Creds: @rivaillerose​

The afternoon sunlight shone through the sheer white curtains as the floated through the air from the steady, calm breeze circulating through

Birds chirped in the oak trees out back

The water from the small man-made stream babbled just outside the window

The wooden floors creaked beneath his feet as he pulled a thin blanket and draped it over you as he stifled a yawn

Kita’s body sunk into the couch cushions adjacent to the couch you laid fast asleep on, your body laid on your side as you had been doing for the last seven, almost eight months

You were due in just around two or so months

His hair fell effortlessly onto the pillow as he laid, his busy legs and feet finally able to catch a break after all the errands he had to run, the fields he had to tend to

There weren’t too many days off for the two of you but it had been just him

Once you entered your second trimester, Kita wouldn’t allow you to do anything too straining

He worked as soon as he woke, made you breakfast, leaving it in the stove or oven for you so it was still warm enough when you woke

You would only see him maybe for lunch but definitely for dinner as he made everything too, wanting you to relax as much as possible

Yet even after dinner, he still wasn’t done

He got ahead with chores for the next day, some nights even heading back out when the sun was barely lighting up the sky anymore and wouldn’t return until sometimes you were already asleep

Kita was always super busy, you barely saw him

His heart beat was slow in his ears as his vision began to blur, the last image he could see was of you before he slipped into some much needed rest

“Just... for a little...” his final words before he let rest restore his body

With that, kita’s chest rose and fell at a slow and steady pace, his breaths deep as the cushions he laid on felt comfier than the bed

Your eyes blinked to consciousness as your ears could hear heavy breathing aside from your own

You pushed your hands into the warm couch you had been asleep on for the last few hours, the blanket you didn’t even realize was draped over your body, slid down your arms, pooling at your waist

Kita was fast asleep on his stomach, arms beneath the pillow his face was smothered into

You slipped off the couch as quietly as you could, waddling on the balls of your feet as you made your way over to him, kneeling down

Your fingers combed through his light gray hair, blackened tips

He was so gentle even as he slept

You leaned close and pressed a kiss to his hair, giving his back a little rub, something that normally would have woken him up easily yet  

He stayed sound asleep

You silently waddled away, walking on the balls of your feet, the oversized t-shirt with baby fox patterns all over it, tickled your bare thighs as you moved

Walking into the kitchen, the golden glow of the setting sun pooled all through the open windows, the lacy curtains, a gift form Kita’s grandmother, floated in the breeze, the air much cooler as dusk approached

“Let’s get to it,” you drew your lips into a line, smiling as your cheeks puffed now that Kita was asleep, you could prepare dinner for him for once

You began the preparations the best you could as quietly as you could but you knew as soon as Kita could hear the sound of you doing something when he wants you to be resting, he would make you stop, insisting on you resting as much as possible

But you were done resting

You wanted to help because you knew you could do more

As time went on, you chopped ingredients of vegetables and meats as the rice cooked in the rice cooker, a process you had to do so quietly, you thought for sure your husband would wake

The sun continued to set as you continued your preparations as long as you could, as quietly as you could

And now you were onto the last ingredient you would be caramelizing: onions

Onions always made you cry and now was no exception

You sliced through the acidic vegetable as Kita stirred, your focus on the onion since you didn’t want to hurt yourself with the knife as well as to finish your task at hand

Kita’s mind began to regain consciousness as his tired, and now very much relaxed body stretched not he sofa, his head foggy as he pushed out a yawn, hot tears prickling at his eyes

And that’s when he heard it

He was wide awake andiron his feet in seconds as he snapped his head towards the kitchen, hearing the sound of your sniffles and crying

“Y/N? Honey?” Kita almost slipped on his feet as he frantically slid on his socks into the tiled floor of the kitchen as you turned to him, your teary eyes meeting his own as you set the knife down

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

You were teary cause of the onions but there was much more behind your tears now that you saw Kita

The visible concern and pure emotion stuck on his features as he caught his breath, his hand hooding your arm as he took the knife from your hand, setting it down on the cutting board with the diced onions you had been working on

“What happened? Are you hurt?” He inspected your hands, bringing them under the faucet and washing them, looking for any visible cuts until you held his hands, shutting off the water and drying them to interlace them with yours

You weren’t cutting onions anymore but the tears wouldn’t stop

“Shinsuke, you look so tired,” you reached up and held his cheek in your hand

His hair disheveled, the last bits of panic still present in his eyes

“You’re working so hard, you always have been but now that I’m pregnant, you want me to rest but I can still help you. I want to help you,” you sniffled as you looked up to your precious husband

“I know you do,” he took your hand that held his, pressing a kiss to your palm

“I want you to just live a good, comfortable life, especially since another one will be joining us,” he brought his hand down to the side of your swelled belly

“But you’re always so tired, I don’t want you to be so tired and to burn yourself out,” you squeezed his hand

“I won’t, my love. I promise, I’ll take more breaks, okay?” He pat your head, wiping your tears away with the back of his hand, his eyes and lips pulling into a smile as he bent down, pecking kisses to your cheek and temple

“You know you’re so cute when you pout, right?” He pressed his body as close as he could to yours, his breath hot against your lips as he leaned close, rubbing his nose to yours

“Mmhm,” you hummed, leaning up the best you could to press your lips to his

“Let’s make dinner together,” his voice still deep and raspy from sleep, everything about Kita able to make your heart flutter so much

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[cheri-translates]

[CN] Victor’s Business Trip Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 出差之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Note: This date features S2 Victor, but contains no main storyline spoilers!

[ This date was released on 13 May 2021 ]

"This flight will be reaching its destination soon. Please fasten your seatbelts...”

Hearing the announcement, I shift my gaze away from the notebook laptop, rubbing my slightly swollen eyes.

The company recently took up an important collaboration, which is why I had to make final amendments to the proposal even in the middle of a business trip.

Drawing up the window at the side, what enters my vision is a patch of deep blue. Above the vast water, the small islands are reminiscent of dark emerald gems.

MC: So beautiful...

It’s as if I’m able to sense the greenery from across the window, and it adds a tinge of anticipation to this trip.

Even though the reason why I’m here is to attend an international meeting spanning three days.

The moment I step out of the airport, I see the apologetic expression on the staff’s face.

Staff: Hello, are you Miss MC?

MC: It’s me. Did something happen?

Staff: I’m incredibly sorry. Because of our negligence, the car that was supposed to pick you up is scheduled to arrive only in the afternoon. However, another guest has agreed to share a car with you to the venue.

MC: That’s fine, as long as the other party doesn’t mind.

-

When we reach the carpark, my brows arch at the sight of a long Bentley. I can’t help but criticise silently that the host would use a car with such high specifications.

The staff steps aside to pull the door open. I bend and enter the car, prepared to thank this important guest whom I have disturbed.

MC: Hello, thank you...

Lifting my eyes, I meet an indifferent face.

MC: ...Victor?!

In the spacious car, Victor is wearing a black suit as he typically does, a thin picture album in his hands. 

Since Victor, who should be at another end of the earth, has appeared before my eyes, I’m unable to react immediately.

MC: ...what are you doing here?!

Victor: Why can’t I be here? LFG receives an invitation from the host each year. This year is no exception. 

He glances at the time on the television screen installed in the car. He taps his knuckles against the picture album, his tone calm.

Victor: Also, who else would be willing to wait fifteen minutes for you.

I clear my throat hastily, displaying a brilliant smile.

MC: I have to give CEO Victor a proper thanks for waiting patiently then! But I really didn’t expect you to attend the meeting personally. Didn’t you always refuse in previous years?

Victor looks at me with slight surprise.

Victor: You remember these things really clearly. I happen to have time this year, and...

He pauses, his gaze landing on me.

Victor: I wanted to see if a certain acclaimed producer is just as skilful and at ease when faced with an international collaborative partner.

Hearing the mildly teasing tone in Victor’s words, I can't help but crinkle my eyes into a smile.

MC: In that case, I definitely won’t disappoint CEO Victor. This meeting is really important to our company. I’m bringing out one hundred percent of my fighting spirit, which I haven’t done in a very long time.

While speaking, I scoot backwards into the soft chair. With Victor at my side, the tension that I’ve been experiencing is finally alleviated slightly.

MC: Fortunately, the host arranged for the venue to be at a resort. We can have a good rest too. I heard the scenery on that small island is pretty good. And there are lots of kittens...

Victor: I’m guessing the reason why you came here to attend the meeting was for the resort.

Hearing this, I stare at the picture album in his hands. The page which has been flipped open happens to be the view I saw from the plane. It’s clearly a brochure for this place.

MC: CEO Victor, aren’t you looking at a brochure?

Victor: It was to while the time away while waiting for someone.

Even though I’ve exposed Victor, his expression remains unchanged. He closes the brochure composedly, which has a few images of cat paws on it.

Victor: Do you want to look at it?

MC: No need. Actually, the main reason why I came here isn’t for the resort.

Victor: Then what is it?

The expression in my eyes changes, revealing a smile.

MC: My reason is very obvious. It’s to expand our company’s influence internationally, and obtain a few more million dollars’ worth of LFG’s investments.

Victor doesn’t refute my words. Instead, he folds his arms in front of his chest and leans against the wall of the car, meeting my eyes calmly.

Victor: What do you plan to do?

MC: Before coming here, I noted down the organisers and brands, then wrote proposals based on their preferences and styles. But from the looks of it, there seems to be a faster method.

I smile while facing Victor, speaking unhurriedly.

MC: For instance... getting close to an extremely important guest at the meeting.

Victor arches his brows, the upward curl at the corners of his lips softening his well-defined features. 

Victor: I’ll look forward to it then.

-

The meeting that spanned the entire afternoon finally comes to a temporary end. After politely turning down an invitation to the dinner banquet, I leave the venue, standing outside and taking in breaths of fresh air.

Victor: Why are you hiding here?

Turning my head, I see Victor who appears to be leaving as well.

MC: I’m heading back to rest and prepare for tomorrow’s main event. What about you? What are you planning to do?

He glances at the insuppressible fatigue on my face, then continues walking.

Victor: Like you, I’m heading back to rest.

He doesn’t walk quickly, as though waiting for me to chase after him. Curling the corners of my lips, I speed up my footsteps and follow him.

In this resort surrounded by water, exquisite glass houses sit among the elegant scenery, reminiscent of illustrations from a fairytale.

Two small wooden signboards with cats drawn on them attract my attention, and I continuously turn my head around to peer at them.

Victor: What are you looking at that has left you unable to walk properly?

MC: There’s a story written on these wooden signboards, and I find it interesting.

It’s a simple yet heartwarming short story: a mysterious kitten knocks on the door of guests, giving them a secret, warm gift.

MC: Do you think a kitten will knock on my window tonight?

I turn to Victor, saying this jokingly. However, he’s the same as always, shattering my imagination with his words.

Victor: It’s just an advertising tactic by the resort.

Kitten: Meow~ 

Before he finishes speaking, a soft sound drifts from the thick clump of grass at the side. My eyes brighten instantly.

MC: See? The Cat Resort lives up to its name.

Very soon, a calico cat leaps out from the thick grass, its black eyes seeming to scrutinise the both of us.

I squat down, wanting to reach out to play with it. However, it’s incredibly proud and aloof.

MC: ...what a cold cat.

The “cold” calico cat avoids my outstretched hand and goes to Victor’s feet, circling him in a clingy manner.

MC: Why is it only warm towards you?

Victor: Your earlier enthusiasm probably gave it a scare.

Kitten: Meow~ Meow meow~

The kitten lifts its tiny head, raising a paw and “condescendingly” leaves two paw prints on Victor’s trousers before leaving in a leisurely manner.

Victor: ...

Watching it jump back into the grass, I retract my gaze, continuing forward with Victor.

MC: I didn't expect you to have an affinity with animals. Whenever I want to get close to the stray cats below the company building, I have to “give offerings” of cat food first.

The gentle evening breeze brushes past. In this leisurely atmosphere, Victor’s tone is casual and relaxed.

Victor: Maybe the cat food you bought doesn’t taste good.

MC: I buy high quality cat food, okay?

Engaging in idle chatter while walking, we soon reach the houses that have been prepared for us.

Detached glass houses scattered in a disorderly fashion appear before our eyes. What surprises me is that the small house Victor is staying in happens to face mine.

The two windows aren’t that far apart, and they face each other, conjuring a carefree atmosphere. 

MC: I didn’t expect our residences to be so close by. This way, we could start chatting just by opening the windows.

Victor: ...I won’t do such a silly thing with you.

MC: I was just kidding. See you tomorrow! Rest early, CEO Victor.

Waving at him happily, I turn around and push open the door to the small glass house.

-

Everything in the small house is as exquisite as the exterior. Through the transparent ceiling, I can see the glow of sunset.

Now that I’ve returned to the residence, the exhaustion from the journey immediately spreads through my four limbs. With a “plonk”, I fall onto the soft bed.

It is only after releasing a huge breath that I think about shutting the curtains. When I walk over to the small balcony, I see the person standing opposite.

Victor is holding a cup of coffee at the window, and is currently meeting my gaze.

He has removed his outer jacket and has his sleeves rolled up, making his entire person seem much more relaxed. I can detect a smile from the expression in his eyes.

Recalling how I looked sprawled on the bed earlier, my face instantly heats up.

MC: [whispering] That’s so embarrassing...

Pretending to be calm, I shoot Victor a smile, then tug on the thick curtains firmly.

The room instantly descends into dimness, and also covers the slight tinge of red on my face.

Buzz buzz - at this moment, my phone vibrates.

Victor: There’s a meeting tomorrow. Sleep early, and don’t get overly excited.

-

Upon waking up, the room is so dark that there doesn’t seem to be any light coming in. Drawing the curtains, I realise that the sky’s almost dark.

Warm yellow lights from the opposite house enter my vision, reminiscent of tender candlelight in twilight.

At some point of time, it had started raining outside.

And behind that curtain of rain, there’s an indistinct figure.

Victor seems to be reading documents while sitting by the window.

MC: He’s still busy with work at this time?

After thinking about it, I put on a coat and sneak out of the door.

-

MC: Thanks for your help.

Carrying the congee I purchased as a take-out, I walk down the glass-roofed corridors. Falling rain patters outside the corridor, embellishing the night with even more coldness.

Kitten: Meow~

At this moment, a calico kitten suddenly appears at the side, and it’s clearly the same cat Victor and I met before.

With the same happy and contented gait, it comes up to me, then lifts its head to stare at me.

After being confused for a few seconds, I lift the congee in my hand, and the kitten’s line of sight slowly shifts upwards too.

MC: Turns out you’re just a little greedy cat despite your aloof appearance. But I can’t let you eat this. I still need to feed a “big cat”.

Despite me leaving mercilessly, the calico cat follows behind me all the way.

MC: Fine, you can visit Victor with me then.

It lets out an excited “meow”, though I’m unsure if it understood what I said.

MC: I’ll take that as an agreement.

When I walk to the small glass house, Victor’s room is still lit. I pick up the cat and lean towards the window, tapping on the window with a thud.

The figure sitting in front of the window pauses. The curtains which weren’t closed completely are pulled open.

Victor’s face appears in the window clearly. When he sees me and the cat in my arms, he’s slightly stunned for a moment, obvious surprise flashing across his face.

Warm light illuminates the room with a soft and comforting glow. Even Victor, who is sitting amidst the warm colour, seems to become much gentler.

Lifting the kitten’s paw, I wave it a few times in greeting.

MC: Hello Mr Victor. We’re here to give you a present.

He chuckles in resignation, the word “dummy” leaving his lips silently.

Victor sets the documents down neatly, then gets up to open the window. While supporting the window frame with a hand, he looks down at me with a scrutinising gaze.

Victor: What are you doing outside this late instead of sleeping?

MC: I should be the one asking you that. Why are you still working this late!

Hearing this, he lifts his hand and rubs the space between his eyebrows, but the veins in his eyes can still be seen faintly.

Victor: There’s an issue related to an acquisition by LFG. Goldman called and asked for my opinion.

MC: Is the issue serious? 

Victor: It’s manageable.

He sets down his hand and brings it to me. I stare at this unfurled hand, blinking in confusion.

Victor: Didn’t you say you brought something for me?

Only now do I remember my official business, and I hide the thermal bag with the congee within it in my arms.

MC: Victor, are you going to take my congee and then ask me to leave?

Victor: ...when did I say that. It’s just that a certain someone has a “tough battle” to fight tomorrow, and has to maintain her vigour.

MC: I’m fine. I just took a nap and feel so much better.

While we’re talking, the kitten in my arms suddenly meows impatiently. Then, it leaps out of my arms. 

It jumps into Victor’s room deftly, then stands on his desk, licking its paw calmly.

MC: ...it really likes you. It doesn’t even want my congee now.

I grumble, and Victor suddenly chuckles softly.

Victor: Didn't you buy the congee for me? I don’t intend to share it.

Hearing this, I recall the serious matter I came to attend to by making this trip.

I scan my surroundings. It’s still raining, and there’s quite a distance to the door. And this window happens to be sufficiently low.

After giving it some thought, I roll my wrists, then speak.

MC: Victor... move a little to the side.

Victor: What are you planning to do now?

Victor arches his brows in a lack of comprehension. However, he follows what I said and shifts away from the window.

In the next second, I support myself on the window frame, hopping across smoothly.

When Victor sees the faint footprints on the windowsill, he’s silent for a few seconds.

Victor: ...

Victor: Looks like you truly had sufficient rest. You’re full of energy.

MC: This is a special situation. Scholars in the ancient times would leap over walls to meet beautiful women. Today, I’m leaping over the window to bring you congee.

I retrieve the piping hot congee from the bag, placing it in front of Victor.

MC: For you. Have some supper before continuing work.

Victor lowers his head to look at the congee, the corners of his lips curling upwards indistinctly.

Victor: Is this what you called “catering to my tastes”?

MC: That’s right. So I hope CEO Victor would help me out tomorrow in preventing awkward silences.

Victor: It depends on your performance.

He picks up a spoon, stirring the slightly solidified surface of the congee slowly. The fragrance of rice makes my stomach grumble uncontrollably.

Smelling the fragrance, the calico cat circles our feet, meowing coquettishly.

MC: It seems hungry. The congee I ordered is pretty bland. Why don’t you share some with it?

Victor: Looks like it isn’t the only hungry one.

Victor gives me a meaningful glance, then splits the congee into three portions. The portion that he blows cool is placed in front of the kitten, and another is pushed in front of me.

Victor: After you’ve finished eating, go to bed.

MC: I didn’t even say that I wanted to eat...

I can’t help but mutter to myself while happily taking a spoon and sending a scoop of congee into my mouth.

Victor: The proportion of water and rice is wrong, it wasn’t cooked long enough, and it doesn’t bring out the taste of congee.

Hearing VIctor’s comments, I pause in my movements, then release a soft ‘hmph’.

MC: I wasn’t the one who cooked it, so your words don’t hurt me.

Ten minutes later, three completely clean bowls convey the greatest gratitude towards the chef’s hard work.

The satisfied calico cat has long since found a space on the carpet and rolled into a ball, snoring and sleeping soundly.

Victor: It’s also time for you to return and sleep.

MC: I still don’t feel like going back. I just had a nightmare, so I don’t feel drowsy at all. Why don’t I stay behind and accompany you while you work? I could wait for tomorrow’s sunrise too.

Victor: ...seems like you just want to use my room to watch the sunrise.

Seeing that he remains unmoved, I raise my hands, looking at him with a face filled with sincerity.

MC: I’ll definitely keep quiet throughout, and won’t disturb your work!

Victor doesn't say anything, returning to his documents. He seems to have tacitly allowed me to “run amok”.

I sit on a sofa chair at the side obediently, supporting my chin with a hand while sneaking peeks at him.

Beneath the warm lights, the side of his face seems to become much gentler. However, his slightly furrowed brows reveal a faint sharpness.

Rain patters down outside the window, a stark contrast to the tranquility within the house.

Looking at Victor’s figure, my eyelids grow heavier and heavier...

Victor suddenly senses a weight on his shoulder. He turns his head, only to see that the girl who claimed that she wasn’t drowsy is currently sound asleep, eyes shut tightly.

Victor: MC? 

The girl wrinkles her nose, as though she’s having a beautiful dream, or feeling nostalgic for the delicious food from earlier.

He recalls the story written on the wooden signboards earlier in the evening about the kitten which taps on windows and sends gifts. A soft chuckle rises from his throat.

Along the horizon, a hazy ray of light sneaks in through the window in front of them.

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