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[ovidialee]

Bringing the Devil to His Knees by @solasnarealtai: a Four Horsemen fic

Lucius Malfoy is used to getting what he wants, and right now that’s young Severus Snape in his bed. @solasnarealtai explores the journey from physical desires to emotional needs, and the heartwrenching history of the Malfoys rarely seen in her first foray into writing this iconic throuple.

READ Bringing the Devil to His Knees

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy/Severus Snape Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Severus Snape, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Voldemort (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: perhaps the best ot3, don't ask Severus to choose, Miscarriage, Lucius Malfoy-centric, Angst, Death Eaters, surprisingly little death eating though, Blow Jobs, Voyeurism, Implied Relationships, you'll need to be astute to catch that though, and it's definitely over now, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, this is probably the most thorough tag job I've ever done

Summary:

The Dark Lord is well known for many things, depending who you speak to. His Death Eaters find him as eager to dole out rewards as he is punishments. When young Severus Snape takes the Dark Mark, Lucius is rewarded himself, though not in ways he'd anticipated.

[sistersblack]

This is wolfofwinterfell from AO3! I’m working on a Snape/Narcissa/Lucius fic and I blame you....but in the best way. :P Okay, but really, I love all your stuff and thanks for being the sort of writer who can inspire me.

!!! i’m so excited !!!!! it’s such a compliment to know i can inspire people so thank you!! 😭💚😭💚😭💚😭

[bunny-bopper]

Tagged by @celta-diabolica - thank you!!

Rules: google/search your name + your favorite color + the word ‘aesthetic’. take the first four (non collage) photos and voilà you have your aesthetic moodboard!

Tagging: @logicgunn @marshmallowmcgonagall @adelinegryffindor @maria-de-salinas @solasnarealtai

[vsilas]

I’m a bit late, but Snape face palming?? 😀 I’ve said I love your art multiple times and I’ll say it again

@littl-prince @solasnarealtai Thank you!! Here’s an exasperated Snape grading some unfortunate soul’s essay...

[maria-de-salinas]

tagged by the lovely @marshmallowmcgonagall @bunny-bopper and  @logicgunn <3

nickname: Maria, but only on here :)

zodiac: gemini

height: 4′10′’

last movie I saw: Gran Torino

last thing I googled: Cairo, Egypt (we’ve been reading through the Kane Chronicles, which is full of Egyptian mythology, so my oldest wanted to see the Giza Necropolis)

favourite musician: Gillian Welch

song stuck in my head: Juice by Lizzo

other blogs: no side blogs. only random mess. 

blogs following: 145

amount of sleep: 8-9 on a good night, 5-6 if I start thinking

lucky number: 10

what am I wearing: plain black tee and pajama bottoms

dream job: an archivist buried deep within a vault full of medieval manuscripts. On the rare occasion when someone wanders into my archives, I appear out of the shadows before mysteriously vanishing into the depths from whence I came. No one is sure I exist.

dream trip: chillin in my parents’ backyard. Haven’t seen them since before they closed the US border.

languages: only fluent in English

favourite food: pulled pork nachos

play an instrument: mandolin and ukulele

favourite song: so many...maybe Truth is a Beautiful Thing by London Grammar

random fact: I’m a fairly average cook overall, but I do make a decent soup, with homemade chicken broth and everything. I love soup. I am boring and also old. I just want soup and a cardigan.

describe yourself as aesthetic things: worn-out jeans, old books, fuzzy sweaters, frogs, an old house that could be haunted but probably just an eccentric old lady lives there with ten cats, soup

tagging @ovidialee @humanveil @istrugglewithphilosophy @solasnarealtai @ferocious-notes @moony-n-snape if you want to!

[paracosim]

First Line Game

Rules:  List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

ty for the tag @zaharya sorry it took me so damn long to actually respond lol

* * *

* Bridgebound, my main novel, a horror fantasy (115k, final draft):

“The first thing Altrius Dial saw was fire.”

* Untitled, horror fantasy sequel to above (55k+, WIP):

“It was by far the bitterest night they’d had yet, and though they’d scrounged up all the money they could, Amarey and Nadine Marques hadn’t quite managed to pay the heating bill.”

* Way by the Wood (3k, romance novella with a horror twist WIP):

“It was on a bright winter morning in January that Obrecht Hämäläinen disappeared, and only his wife Wanda was there to miss him.”

* The Moment (1.2k, romantic horror short story WIP):

“The smell of earth was overwhelming.”

* Psychosis (1k, horror short story WIP):

“I’m pretty sure I’ve been on more airplanes than most people have ever even seen.”

* Untitled (5k, horror novel WIP):

“Hulivili’s fingertips were already frostbitten and he knew the rest of him wasn’t far behind.”

* That Awful Boy (ofc lol. 98k, completed fanfic):

It had been many years since they’d had a summer this hot.”

* Dog Days (4.7k, fanfic WIP):

Harry knew he made bad decisions.

* The Pauper Prince (74k+. fanfic WIP):

“’So let me get this straight, mate,’ Ron said through a mouthful of pumpkin pasties.

* The Path (12k+, fanfic WIP that I have not abandoned I fucking swear):

“All the faculty knew that Snape boy was no good.”

* Lonely is the Room (1.5k, fanfic WIP):

“He only just managed to hold out until the end of dinner.”

* On A Whim (3k, fanfic WIP):

“They were arguing again.”

* * *

I suppose the pattern isn’t clear unless you know the stories themselves, but 6/12 of these are horror fantasy (and in the case of The Moment, romantic horror). I do love me some creepy shit. Most of the first lines have someone’s name in them - not always the protagonist’s, in fact only three of them include the names of the main character(s), but there is usually a name of some importance. All but two of them are LGBT works (Psychosis which has no romance whatsoever, and The Moment). Almost every single one of the first lines is short.

My favorite one is the first line of Way by the Wood. In terms of the entire first chapter, the untitled sequel to Bridgebound and the untitled horror novel with the frostbitten man are my favorites because I turned the creep factor up to 100%.

just gonna tag people I know on here and on writing discords I’m part of so here we go lmao @malakian @hbprincealice @solasnarealtai @ch4n71c0 @divinityin-motion @rex-luscus my cat wants laptop am stop typing now bye @guljerry @visceralcoma @bunny-bopper @josiecarioca

[suffer-my-displeasure]

Narcissa catches Snape playing the piano

Commission for @solasnarealtai!

[lifeofkaze]

Holy shit, I’m done! 👏 😵

My WIP: Collateral Damage

@solasnarealtai this Round 4 prompt killed me, you’ll have to sort this mess out with me now 😂

[ovidialee]

After the War Author Interview: @solasnarealtai

The second of our Four Horseman @solasnarealtai​ lets us into her writer brain to school us on why Snarcissa makes uncanny sense--in canon, no less, and why she wouldn’t survive life in the Wizarding World. And I can confirm that she adorably talks EXACTLY like this in real life:

1) Which came first for you - original work or fanfiction?

Definitely original, but I can’t say that any of the early stuff was any good. I was just a kid that liked to make up stories, whether I was really writing them down or thinking them in my head...but my mom says that I’ve been writing for about as long as she can remember. I discovered fanfic when I was in high school - I think it was my freshman year. One of my really good friends shared most of my classes and we sat near each other in all of them. I noticed her writing a lot one day and asked what she was working on. She asked if I’d heard of a particular manga (I cannot recall the name of it) and even though I hadn’t, she proceeded to explain to me that she was writing fanfiction of it. She was using her own characters, however, and essentially just had me make one up and let me start writing with her. You can say I was hooked after that! 

2) I never pictured Snarcissa or really thought about it. You definitely opened my eyes to why it works so well. I’d love for you to share the drive behind these two characters -- and specifically why in a bookstore? 

Why wouldn’t I?! Joking aside... There's just something about them that makes sense to me. I started shipping them after Half-Blood Prince came out and I read the Spinner’s End scene. Everything about that chapter was pushing me to this belief that there had been something between these two in the past, even if there wasn’t currently. Narcissa clearly knew the way to Snape’s house, for one, and I think we can all agree that he is not a man who would give just anyone access to his home. She also grabs at his robes, is so close to him that her tears are literally falling on his chest...and he lets her.

Snape and Narcissa are both very intelligent people and I don’t think I’m alone in finding smart people attractive; we’re just drawn together, almost like magnets.

The Unbreakable Vow has some wedding vow vibes to it, and I’ve seen arguments all over the internet citing it as evidence either for or against this ship. It is true, I think, that Snape is willing to do what he must for his role of spy, but...some lesser men wouldn’t have agreed to make that vow. This ties a bit into my headcanon of him as Draco’s godfather as well. He is doing what he can to help people he cares about. 

It is very unrealistic that he - especially as a grown man - would go the rest of his life pining over a supposed failed romantic relationship from his childhood and then just abstain from any relationship. I have many feelings about the Potters, which I’ll mostly abstain from right now, but the way that I write my Snape in regards to Lily is that he loved her as his friend, and that love may have come across a bit stronger than it would from other people, but he didn’t exactly have many role models in his life to know the nuances of those emotions at the time. So, my Snape regrets a lot of things, but he’s going to keep living….and part of that includes his life between the sheets. 

I know the other Horsemen have taken inspiration from your wonderfully crafted Death Eater Chronicles, no matter which characters they’re writing -- and it’s brilliant! But if I write Snape, I write my Snape, and that man loves books. I’m a bookseller myself, which is part of why I’ve got all these scenes going through my head, but...we’ve seen what his house looks like. Books are everywhere along the walls. It’s literally a bibliophile’s dream to have that! I don’t know that all of them - or even many of them - fantasize specifically about having some hot sex surrounded by books but...I’m just saying  (again)  that I find smart people very attractive. And my Snape finds it very satisfactory. 

3) And we find your Snape supremely satisfying. You are, after all, the queen of the Snape Bookstore Smut AU. If you had to write the AU of your life, what would it be? And what tropes would you use?

I honestly don’t even know how to answer this question. I will say though, if somebody adapted it to a film, I’d probably insist that it have a soundtrack similar to Beauty and the Beast (fun fact, that’s one of my favorites) and....I could see my love of writing being there still, but I could also picture it completely gone. For the sake of humoring myself, we’ll say I keep it. I go to a fancy school and get a great book deal, but then...oops….I’m having trouble writing and need to get some inspiration, so I go off on a little trip to seclude myself, but a couple days in, I have a meet-cute with an adorably quirky person -- probably a guy but I’m open to ladies too. I’d probably need help with something or we’re both reaching for the last copy of some book. And then I need the only one bed trope to come into play somewhere. That is one of my favorites, because I’m ridiculously simple sometimes… I’ll agree that it is so overdone, but it’s a trope for a reason! And I’m a sucker for it!

If we’re saying AU as in, I get to go into the Potter universe instead of anything like our own, I’m definitely going to Hogwarts and not Ilvermorny. I have spent most of my life picturing myself in Scotland, and going shopping in Diagon Alley. I’m not changing that because we finally get some answers on magic in America. Plus, accents. 

Anyway. Hmm… As much as I want to be Slytherin, my Puff roots run deep, so I’d still stick with getting my taste of Slytherin elsewhere. *wink wink* I feel like such a basic person for saying this, but I’d have wanted to be there while Snape was a professor, because he’s got the sort of knowledge about his subject I admire in a teacher and I love learning from people who really know their shit. This obviously means I’d have to be around for the second Wizarding War, but I’ll be really honest and I doubt I’d have made it out alive. So...maybe no tropes for me there.

It has emotions, it has yearning, it has...books and Snape and smut. READ Even the Night Bleeds

Stay tuned for our third Horseman’s fic…

[sistersblack]

first line game

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, choose your favourite opening line, and then tag 10 of your favourite authors! 

thank you @bunny-bopper for tagging me 🥺💕i’ve included some wips since i haven’t published a whole bunch since the last time i did this. alsoo they’re not all hp this time so ��👀 i’m exposing my bad taste to this acc. 

what a mess i leave (to follow) · wip · severus & eileen | hp · He’s born breech, feet kicking before the screams can start, like he’s already ready to leave her.

the world’s a beast of a burden · wip · boba fett/din djarin | the mandalorian ·  The sky is always clear here, beyond the Dune Sea.

untitled nd snape week fic · wip · gen · He keeps the vial in his palm, gently tracing the glass ridges with his fingertips. 

a soft place to fall · fennec shand/din djarin(/boba fett) | the mandalorian · Din is hot beneath her, skin flushed and sweaty. 

an invention of darkness · severus/lucius/narcissa | hp · You could say it starts like this: Cold, concrete halls, with little light and no portraits.

at the seams · din djarin/boba fett | the mandalorian · Boba smells it in the cockpit of Slave I, as the beroya stands behind the co-pilot’s seat, hands clasped around the headrest as he fights the urge to fidget.

blacker than blue · gen | hp · Hunting, Mulciber calls it.

a feeling so peculiar · gen | the mandalorian · When he finally turns away from the elevator, the others are waiting. 

sweeter than heaven (hotter than hell) · elliot stabler/olivia benson | law & order: svu · Olivia’s apartment is quiet.

this feeling (i wish i could freeze and own it) · gen | hp · Take your pick, Lucius says, and be down by nine.

something wicked this way comes · severus & eileen | hp · The riverbed glistens in the night, his mother a silhouette against the moon’s reflection.

i live in you · lucius gen | hp · Lucius scours the Manor’s library seeking answers and finds them scrawled on the back of a stray photograph.

resist the temptation · lucius gen | hp · “What happened to the rest of them?”

no sacrifice without blood · lucius gen | hp · Lucius dies in daylight.

its own charms · lucius gen | hp ·  Malfoy Manor is void of portraits. 

hungry for you · lucissa | hp · Lucius is already there when she slips inside, hip pressed to the vanity as he leans, waiting. 

straight lines, he’s running out of time · lucissa | hp · Water runs over reddened flesh, Draco’s arm held in Narcissa’s hand.

follow you down · eve/carolyn/elena | killing eve · It’s Eve’s voice—a hitched breath, filled to the brim with pleasure—that Elena recognises.

don’t play with fire (unless you want to get burned) · snarcissa | hp · “He should be back already.”

a world alone · snucissa | hp · “Congratulations, Headmaster.”

woooo i definitely messed up the order of fics i think,  but i’ve been in class all day so i’m running on half a brain cell and it’s fine. as for trends - i hate opening with dialogue and love not using names??? and as for my fave, i think probably the first one 👀

tagging @maria-de-salinas @sapphicathenas @marshmallowmcgonagall @solasnarealtai  @deathdaydungeon @celta-diabolica  @wisp-of-a-spook @sportivetricks (though idk if you follow this acc - it’s @humanveil 😚) aaaand anyone else who wants to do it, really. no pressure though 💕

[ovidialee]

@solasnarealtai

“hold your horses”

[bunny-bopper]

First Line Game

Rules:  List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors! 

thanks for the tag @paracosim and thanks to your cat for allowing you to! 

Untitled Snupin fairytale au: 

The forest held few surprises for Severus Snape.

Miscommunication of the Scented Variety wip (title and concept by @owlzerness) 

The air was crisp that morning.

Untitled Severus and Regulus fanfic wip: 

“How would you do it? You know… if you could get away with it?”  

Aurora (1118k, snape/sinistra, E, completed fic): 

"Are you okay, love? Do you want to stop?" 

Narcissa (1638k, snucissa, E, completed fic): 

"Lay back down, darling. That's a good boy." 

Bellatrix (1527k, snape/bellatrix, E, completed fic): 

“What’s the matter, Snape? Scared?” 

The Truth Will Out (10773k, E, snupin, wip): 

He knows something is wrong before the potion even touches his lips. 

Getting Ahead (6651k, pansmione, E, completed fic): 

Hermione huffed as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for Level Two far harder than was needed. 

Headache (1235k, snupin, G, completed fic): 

The fact that he couldn't even feign a look of contempt when Remus Lupin entered the grimy kitchen was an impressive testament to how bad the pain was. 

Scars (404 words, snupin, G, completed fic): 

He never asks about them.

Demonstrating One’s Talent (3509k, snockhart, M, completed fic): 

Defence Against the Dark Arts should have been Harry's favourite class.

Times Two (2776k, mcshep, E, completed fic): 

"Humanity's about to benefit from one of the greatest living scientific minds...times two." 

kissing without kissing (1166k, snupin, M, completed fic): 

Whatever this was, they certainly had it perfected. 

The Sounds Between The Silence (1964k, severus/sirius, E, completed fic): 

The nights were always the worst. 

Welcome Diversions (3287k, snucissa, E, completed fic): 

The first time starts off innocently enough. 

The Headmaster of Hogwarts (1254k, severus and minerva, G, completed fic): 

This had to be it. 

Accidental Matchmakers (11395k, severus/regulus, M, completed fic): 

James Potter was feeling the best he’d felt in his life.

What Happens in Tesco... (1050k, severus/omc, M, completed fic): 

Severus waited until he could no longer hear Potter’s footstep echo through the dungeon corridors before lifting the final memory from the Pensieve.

Illusion of Transparency (26724k, snupin, M, completed fic): 

Severus Snape was no stranger to bottling up his emotions. 

A Change of Scenery (838 words, snupin, G, completed fic): 

It started with a letter.

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Phew! I really like opening with dialogue don’t I? It is one of my favourites. Also opening with the characters full name. The rest are all just grabby little sentences intended to build some interest about what’s happening! Once I get the first line right the rest seems to flow much more easily. 

tagging @logicgunn @owlswithfins @marshmallowmcgonagall @adelinegryffindor @humanveil @solasnarealtai @scverussnape @ogthreadbear @maria-de-salinas @celta-diabolica

[vsilas]

Thanks for tagging me @solasnarealtai!

wind or rain // closed curtains or open window // bumblebees or butterflies // banana bread or cheesecake // tulips or roses // lemon & honey or apple & cinnamon // hillside cottage or city apartment // warm or cool // book or video game // organized bullet journal or cluttered sketchbook // smoothie or milkshake // sunshine or moonlight // relaxing or productivity // holding hands or back hugs // sunset at the beach or stargazing in a field // poetry or prose // candle or diffuser // longing for the past or longing for the future // vocals or instrumentals // snowy mountain or rolling green hill

Tagging whoever wants to do this!

[paracosim]

Way by the Wood?

lmao I completely forgot this was part of the ask game. WBTW is a novella I’m writing, about a middle-aged married couple in Finland who end up becoming inter-dimensional travelers after the main character Wanda’s husband Obrecht vanishes in the woods one day. When she finally finds him he’s delirious and talks about nothing but a door he found in the forest, through which he saw unspeakable things. The experience changes him and he’s no longer content to live their peaceful lives, so Wanda decides to pack up with him and go to find the door (mostly humoring him).

They do, of course, find the door and become universe hoppers, people who have inadvertently discovered portals into the unknown and found themselves wanting after their first taste. But as the years go by and they find themselves separated by forces out of their control, Wanda begins to wonder if they’ve perhaps gone too far—and if they’ll ever find their way back home or back to each other.

I’m using a more whimsical writing style with this one to give it a bit of a fairytale vibe. The timeline spans across thirty-seven years so they’re both quite old by the end. I’ve never written a story centering a married couple before and rarely write m/f couples at all so it’s pretty different as far as characters go. I’m enjoying it though and am going to make it as painful as possible. I want ugly sobbing at the end of it. Here’s some parts I like most:

It was on a bright winter’s morning in January that Obrecht Hämäläinen disappeared, and only his wife Wanda was there to miss him. (The first line)

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They sold the chickens, because neither of them were sure how long they would be gone and Obrecht didn’t want to come home to find bones. The man who lived nearest came willingly after they dug up their old rotary and his number, trundling in with his pickup to haul the lot away for a handful of markka by evening that next day. Then they called their few family members, chatting idly with her Aunt Aada and his nephew Tomas, making vague talk about visiting at Christmas or exchanging holiday cards. Nothing concrete, no formal plans made, but it was enough of a goodbye that perhaps their leaving wouldn’t sting so badly if anyone came calling.

The laundry was done and clothes were packed. They tucked away sewing kits and a disposable camera, Wanda’s stock of cloth pads for her monthly bleed, and as many socks as they could fit into their rucksacks—because who could say how much walking their adventure would require? Obrecht gathered their most durable silverware, three bowls, and two small cups. When she caught him slipping their finest bottle of wine into the final pocket of his pack he offered no explanation beyond a wink and a grin.

-

“I think I see lodgings up ahead,” Obrecht said, stepping over a stream of run-off in the road.

Wanda noticed it too late to avoid it. Her shoes, so worn and faded by the months of travel, went sodden in an instant as she splashed into the puddle, her socks squelching against her toes. “Oh,” she grumbled, stepping to the side—

And then she woke up.

Her head was aching and she’d slept at a funny angle, so that her neck had turned oddly through the night and protested when she sat up. Only—had it…been night? When had she gone to sleep? And where…

There were trees all around her, tall and looming, and it was dark. The chill in the air left gooseflesh on her arms even though she remembered it being quite warm only moments ago. A fine layer of snow cushioned the ground beneath her, scraped about by her movements. And the leaves on the trees were shaped in a way she had never seen before. It was all so unfamiliar. It felt foreign. It smelled foreign. She could not, then, be in Finland, or the world she and Obrecht had…had…

She was alone. Obrecht was nowhere in sight.

“Obrecht?” she whispered, scrambling to her feet. Her socks were still wet but her discomfort seemed terribly unimportant all of a sudden. “Obrecht, dear, are you there? Obrecht?”

There was no one around, only her in this strange forest, in this strange world, and for a moment Wanda couldn’t allow herself to think it. Because surely they had not been—she hadn’t—surely—

“Obrecht!” she shouted, turning about again and again, like she could conjure him where she stood and all would be well again. But he didn’t appear. There was only her. “Please. Please, Obrecht.”

There must have been a door somewhere in that puddle. She had fallen through too quickly to realize. Where was her husband? Had he remained there in that other world, however many dimensions away? Or had he been lost to a hop of his own? Was he waking up just as she had, bewildered and disoriented, in a strange land, alone? Or was he finding she was gone, turning round to find her missing without a trace? Would he wait for her? Would he come find her?

“Take me back,” she begged to the empty air, and pounded her fists on a tree until her knuckles were raw and bloody. “Take me back!”

She was alone. Obrecht was gone, there was no portal, no door, and she was alone.

“Take me back,” she gasped, dropping to her knees in the snow. Her hands stung and there was a pressure building behind her eyes. “Please…take me back to him.”

The forest was silent. And at last Wanda could not hold back the sob fighting its way up her throat. What was she to do? Where was the door? If she could find the door, then…

But she was alone. Wanda had never been the one to find the doors; it had always been Obrecht. Obrecht, who was worlds away, who had all of the answers. Obrecht, who would know what to do when she never had.

“Take me back,” she sobbed, laying her head against the bark of the tree, and wept like a child until the blackness of sleep dragged her down.

-

“Have you seen him?” she breathed into the quiet, even though she already knew the answer.

Nadja didn’t respond, though Wanda could see the line of her shoulders go taut for an instant. She had not seen Obrecht. No one here had; not once in thirty-six years.

-

“I don’t even know where to begin,” she laughed, wiping tears from her cheeks. Her bones creaked as she stood. “There’s just so much…I have so many stories to tell you.”

“Come, sit,” Obrecht said, eyes shining as he pulled up a chair and poured her a glass of wine. “Have a drink. I want to hear everything.”

(The last lines) @solasnarealtai

[ovidialee]

Quick, who’s who?

@bunny-bopper @maria-de-salinas @solasnarealtai

[humanveil]

tagged by @wisp-of-a-spook! ❤︎❤︎ watch me completely disregard the rules!

coffee shop or flower shop (not big on either tbh) | alternate-universe or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern-au or historical-au | soulmates or unrequited | fake-dating or secret-dating | breakup and makeup or proposals and weddings | get-together or established-relationship | oblivious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet-the-parents or meet-cute

tagging @snapescapades @celta-diabolica @sapphicathenas @sportivetricks @marshmallowmcgonagall @hennwilson @solasnarealtai (only if you want!)